The Death of a Little Child.Again tfie trump of the Deaths gel has mounded, and in obedier thereto one dear little head 1 drooped, one pure little sTfttiJ flown to seek the land of perenn summer, to enjoy the unspeakal riches of God. Just beside the gi called Golden, at the entrance the street called Straigni, the lovi Saviour has awaited, and in 1 arms the tender dove has nest) and ou His breast hath found et 11 al peace.After an illness of but little one day, Lucile, the sweet lit daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Walls, passed to rest at ubout H m. Tuesday, the 29th just., aged t years and eiglrt months. The cai of death was an inflammation of t glands of the throat, the effects which were so rapid as to baffle t efforts of physicians to prevent d solution.\ She was a sweet little child, kno1 and loved by all ot us, and to f grlef-strickeu parents and large c cie of bereaved and mourning re fcftres, the tcndcrest sympathy of i* extended.l Interment was made in the ceu