LITTLE WILLIE, youngest son of D. W. K. PEACOCK and his wife Sarah D., died at his father’s residence in this place, on the 18th of November, 1874. He was born on the 14th of June, 1867, so that he was seven years five months and four days old at the time of his death.  A painful injury of his leg terminated in excessive inflammation and suppuration, baffling all the efforts of his physicians, and after several days of extreme suffering, the little fellow yielding to his fierce disease, gave up his young life on earth, for the more beautiful life in the “better country.”

Every flock has its dead lamb, every fireside its vacant chair, sweetest flowers fade the soonest, brightest days are the soonest clouded.  Bright, intelligent, and beautiful, the little fellow gladdened the hearts of his parents and friends, and gave rich promise for the coming time; but a few days ago his eye was as bright as ever, caught a loving father’s admiring gaze, his smile as sweet as ever, wooed a tender mother’s fondest kiss,  But alas! For them, and alas! For us all, the brightest fade the soonest, and the treasures we most fondly cherish, are the earliest torn from our embrace.  Thus in the space of two short years, has our friend and neighbor been called to part with three of his children, not lost, but gone before.  Neither human philosophy in its cold and unfeeling conclusions, nor the sympathy of friends, however tender and true, nor all of earth, can comfort the desponding heart in such a deep widowhood as this.  He gave, and He hath taken away—a gift for a time.  He hath taken the jewel to Himself, and but a few days more, there in the broad and clearer light of the eternal world, father and mother shall know that He doeth all things well.