Like a penitent nun at the hour of prayer, Thou inclinest to earth, though no shrive-priest be there, Pale, innocent darling! would we were as pure, Then ours the blessings that ever endure. Gaze not downward so sadly, still bloom on thy stem, Thou Nature's adornment! sweet, pearly-hued gem! The fibre that links thee to life, ah! how slight! The dealings of Death with the flowers are light; The delicate tintings that vein thy array Must be changed ere the scene dons its mantle of gray, And heavenly ones thy aroma will bear Away to the gardens more pure and more fair. As the moon-ray dissolves on the lake's tranquil breast, Or the morn-mists float off to their home in the west; Like the iris that gladdens a moment our eyes, With its colors prismatic, then blends with the skies, Such peaceful and holy departure is thine; Euthanasia like this, sweetest flow'ret, be mine! FOOTNOTES: [Footnote A: Gardenia florida.] [Footnote B: The Kokila, or Koil, is the Indian Cuckoo.] DECORATED PARLOR WINDOWS. (_See Plate._) Our readers will notice that the models for parlor window drapery are, as usual, furnished by Mr. W. H. Carryl, who is rare authority in such matters. Draperies arranged by him are shutting out the cold air from northern firesides, and excluding the already fervent glow of a southern sun. His constantly increasing, establishment is filled with busy workmen; and the choicest materials that are manufactured abroad, whether in silk or lace, are to be found among his importations. Among the public calls upon his taste and skill, we notice particularly the fitting up of the La Pierre House, the new and model Philadelphia hotel; and, still more recently, the draperies of the State House at Harrisburg.