D1KD.- - - —McOOY—In Ketchum, October 31st, of whooping-cough, Albert Emerson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Geo. W. McCoy, aged 3 years. 1 month and 3 days.[The angel of death has entered a happy home and plucked from the parent stem one of its most precious flowers and borne it to heaven, where it will bloom forever in the garden of Paradise. Little Emerson was a bright and lovely boy, the pride and joy of the household which his childish prattle and sweet ways will no longer gladden. Those who have passed under the same heavy rod of affliction can realize the agony of the parents’ hearts and the utter desolation of the home, because their “child is not.”]There Is no flock, however watched and tended. Bat one dead lamb Is there I There Is no flreside, bowsoe'er defended.Bat has one vacant chair 1Let as be patient! These severe afflictions Hot from the ground arise.Bat oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.We see bat dimly through the mists and vapors;Amid these earthly damps What seem to as bat sad, tanerea? tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.