There was silence that night in Myrrah’s earthly home—an old man slept upon the couch her fairy form had ofttimes pressed—slept, but he dreamed not. His eyes were closed—she was not there to watch his quiet slumber—there was a sign of such deep peace laid upon his brow as Myrrah never saw there; Raguel’s heart had ceased its pulsations—the father was sleeping the eternal sleep! The calmness and the smiles which the amazed friends beheld in him as he came from that last parting with his child, were but the presage of the everlasting calmness, the unfading smile, for the old man’s spirit had sought the distant land ere another morning dawned—called home by the merciful and loving Father of the Gentile and the Jew. * * * * * And Othniel again became a wanderer. Not a murderer, for Myrrah’s parting counsel and entreaty had saved him from blood-guiltiness—and the life of Orien Fez was never required at _his_ hands. But Othniel died young, when his heart had learned to say, “God is merciful—His will is best,” and the sands of the desert were his resting-place. * * * * * NIGHT THOUGHTS. BY GIFTIE. DARKNESS is on the wave, The night wind hummeth low, And through the soft bright air the gleams Of moonlight come and go, And all is hushed to rest Upon Sleep’s quiet breast, All save the human heart, that sighing waketh still— The heart, that never sleeping— Its lonely vigil keeping— Findeth still naught on earth its depths to fill. Thou art like Sleep, oh, Night! Thou hast a thrilling power, To awe, e’en with thy loveliest things, The heart in this still hour. Thou bringest up the past— All bright things we have lost— The dead whom we have loved look on us from the skies, Yet naught of fear or wo, That cloud man’s life below, Is in the gaze of their calm spiritual eyes. Ay—faces of the dead Look downward from the sky. They wear the same loved look and mien They wore in days gone by, Yet something dimly there. Though cheek and brow be fair, Says chillingly that human love hath passed away. They care for us no more— Those dwellers on the shore Where night is lost in heaven’s effulgent day.