Irish-American September 5, 1857 Deaths in New York City Died on Thursday, the 27th of August, in the 33rd year of his age, after a lingering consumption, James McPEAKE, third son of John and Rachael McPEAKE, who emigrated to this country from county Derry, Ireland, over thirty years ago. His father died in May, 1841, leaving a widow with four children, whom she succeeded in keeping together, until the fell destroyer - Consumption - snatched them from her one by one. Patrick Joseph McPEAKE, the eldest son, died on the 24th December, 1849, just as he had established a lucrative business in Broadway. Sarah A.C. McPEAKE, the only daughter, died on the 4th of November, 1854, after a long and painful illness, borne with Christian resignation. Thomas, the youngest, was one of those who sought fortune amidst the newly discovered gold regions of California; and as he has not been heard from for years, his friends have long given him up for dead. The deceased - who leaves a devoted wife and infant child, in addition to his widowed mother, (who now parts with the last link that binds her to earth) to mourn his untimely loss - was brought up to the painting business, and was gifted in an eminent degree with that energy and tact for with Irish-Americans are remarkable. He was warm-hearted, generous and genial in his disposition, affable in manner, and kind, affectionate and dutiful in his relations of husband, father and son. His demise is deeply felt by his afflicted family, with whom we sincerely sympathise, and by a large circle of friends and acquaintances who universally loved and esteemed him. He was brother-in-law of Wm. L. COTE, of this journal. His remains were deposited on Sunday last in the family vault, in the Roman Catholic Cemetery in 11th Street. May he rest in peace. Amen. (From the Washington "States" of the 14th August, 1857) We regret to learn that a sweet little boy, aged 1 year 8 months and 3 days, a son of Capt. Silas REYNOLDS, of the steamer Baltimore, died on board that boat yesterday morning about 9 o'clock. He had been ill for some time, and, at the instance of the physician, as a last resort, was being carried to the creek daily, in the hope that a pure air might restore his health. The hope was delusive, and the poor little sufferer breathed his last in sight of the American altar - Mount Vernon. We sympathise with the bereaved parents; but with them rely upon a Saviour's word, "of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." The boat containing his remains returned to the city with flags at half-mast.