Lares (/ˈlɑːriːz/; Latin: Larēs, [ˈɫa.reːs], archaic Lases, singular Lar), were guardian deities in ancient Roman religion. Their origin is uncertain; they may have been hero-ancestors, guardians of the hearth, fields, boundaries or fruitfulness, or an amalgamation of these.
Lares were believed to observe, protect and influence all that happened within the boundaries of their location or function. The statues of domestic Lares were placed at the table during family meals; their presence, cult and blessing seem to have been required at all important family events. Roman writers sometimes identify or conflate them with ancestor-deities, domestic Penates and the hearth. Because of these associations, Lares are sometimes categorised as household gods but some had much broader domains. Roadways, seaways, agriculture, livestock, towns, cities, the state and its military were all under the protection of their particular Lar or Lares. Those who protected local neighbourhoods (vici) were housed in the crossroad shrines (Compitales) which served as a focus for the religious, social and political life of their local, overwhelmingly plebeian communities. Their cult officials included freedmen and slaves, otherwise excluded by status or property qualification from most administrative and religious offices.
Lares was an Ancient city and bishopric in Roman Africa and remains a Latin Catholic titular see.
Its modern location is Henchir Lorbeus in present Tunisia.
Lares was important enough in the Late Roman province of Africa Proconsularis to became one of the many suffragans of its capital Carthage's Metropolitan Archbishopric, but like most was to fade.
The diocese was nominally restored as a Latin Catholic titular bishopric in the 18th centuty, until 1933 also called Lari in Curiate Italian.
It has had the following incumbents, of the lowest (episcopal) rank with two archiepiscopal (intermediary) exceptions :
Lar(e(s)) can refer to :
Lare may refer to :
My little way to keep us in the papers
We like to truck it out
It's our own gamble
I waste away
To Weak below the ankles
Know that we keep it clean
We never get our shots
I know we keep the piece
and what they offer
Do all the girls we knew
and we'll get Shot
I always wish for this option
You like the world with the melody
The real options are
And for the worse they know
They leave the color cool and black
And watch the devil world
And learn nothing in the end (x2)
I won't stay out tonight
Sorry bought that sir but you have to show your anger
I enlist a child to stand up for the honor roll
Father enlists a girl to care about the answer
I enlisted her to stand up for the honor roll