“It is a good omen,” said Asher, “when the planet that is so near the moon assumes with her the crescent shape at a marriage, or when at this season the Pleiads and Orion are peculiarly brilliant.” The newly married ones looked up smilingly toward the heavens, as if they recognized the doctrine of stellar influences. Salathiel, who had been looking upon the pair with deep interest, then stepped forward, and taking a hand of each, he said, “My cousins, I am called away—not again to mingle in this delightful scene—called to a higher duty; pray that it may be as delightful—it cannot be more dangerous. Keep the faith—mark the signs of the times in the conduct of man and in the instigations of your passions, but look not to the stars for your instruction. Oh, my beloved one,” and he stooped and kissed the lips of Miriam, “oh, my dear brother,” and he pressed his lips to the forehead of her husband; “oh, Reuben and Miriam, ‘seek Him that maketh the Seven Stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into morning, and maketh the day dark with night,’—the Lord is his name.” * * * * * THE IMAGE. BY A. J. REQUIER. Thou dwellest in my thoughts As shines a jewel in some ocean cave, Which the eye marks not and the waters lave; A ray of light imprisoned! which none save The soul that shrines it knows—its temple and its grave. Thou bathest in my dreams; A form of dainty Beauty—something seen At cloudy intervals, through a gauze-like screen— A voice of gentle memories—a mien Too tender for an angel’s, yet as fair, I ween. Thou sparklest through my fears; A hope which bloometh as an early flower, Shines in the sun nor droops beneath the shower; A holy star that glides at vesper hour Into the dusk-hung sky—and, saintly, seems to lower! In daylight and in dreams, ’Mid hopes that beckon and ’mid fears that frown, Thou art the juice that every care can drown; A rose amongst the thorns—the azure down Of the meek-brooding dove—the halo and the crown! * * * * * A VOICE FROM THE WAYSIDE, ABOUT GRACE GERMAIN’S LIFE-ROMANCE. BY CAROLINE C——. ’Tis as easy for the heart to be true As for grass to be green, or skies to be blue— _’Tis the natural way of living!_ Vision of Sir Launfal.