Their names supply us with the key to the interpretation of the picture. The star α (in the waist) is called _Mirfak_, _who helps_. The next, γ (in the right shoulder), is named _Al Genib_, which means _who carries away_. The bright star in the left foot is called _Athik_, _who breaks_! In his left hand he carries a head, which, by perversion, the Greeks called the head of Medusa, being ignorant that its Hebrew root meant _the trodden under foot_.(58) It is also called _Rosh Satan_ (Hebrew), _the head of the adversary_, and _Al Oneh_ (Arabic), _the subdued_, or _Al Ghoul_, _the evil spirit_. The bright star, β (in this head), has come down to us with the name _Al Gol_, which means _rolling round_. It is a most remarkable phenomenon that so many of these enemies should be characterised by variable stars! But this head of _Medusa_, like the neck of _Cetus_, has one. _Al Gol_ is continually changing. In about 69 hours it changes from the 4th magnitude to the 2nd. During four hours of this period it gradually diminishes in brightness, which it recovers in the succeeding four hours; and in the remaining part of the time invariably preserves its greatest lustre. After the expiration of this time its brightness begins to decrease again. Fit emblem of our great enemy, who, “like a _roaring lion_, goeth about seeking whom he may devour” (1 Pet. v. 8.); then changing into a _subtle serpent_ (Gen. iii. 8.); then changing again into “an angel of light” (2 Cor. xi. 14.). “Transforming himself” continually, to devour, deceive, and destroy. This brings us to the conclusion of the Second Book, in which we have seen the Redeemed blessed with all blessings, delivered out of all conflict, saved from all enemies. We have seen their Redeemer, “the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world,” “the Conqueror,” “the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.” This is the Revelation recorded in the heavens. This is the prophetic testimony inspired in the Book. And this is the heart‐cry prompted by both:— “Come, Lord, and tarry not, Bring the long‐looked‐for day; Oh, why these years of waiting here, These ages of delay? Come, for Thy saints still wait; Daily ascends their cry: ‘The Spirit and the Bride say, Come’; Dost Thou not hear their cry? Come, for creation groans, Impatient of Thy stay; Worn out with these long years of ill, These ages of delay. Come, for Thine Israel pines, An exile from Thy fold; Oh, call to mind Thy faithful word, And bless them as of old. Come, for Thy foes are strong; With taunting lips they say, ‘Where is the promised advent now, And where the dreaded day?’ Come, for the good are few; They lift the voice in vain; Faith waxes fainter on the earth, And love is on the wane. Come, in Thy glorious might; Come, with Thine iron rod; Disperse Thy foes before Thy face, Most mighty Son of God.