George W. Cotton - Death

Death

An obituary is in the Register, 17 December 1892: Anything which tended to benefit the working classes received most serious attention... There has been no man who has been more straight forward and endeavoured to do good in the community... The good acts of some men are far above their failings and little faults could well be overlooked... The working men's block system been a moral lesson to all the world... The tide of wealth had been heaped against him, but he had never shrunk from his duties.

At his funeral, a wreath from some "blockers" bore the inscription - "In loving gratitude to father, friend and champion"

The Register of 3 February 1893 has a proposal for a "Cotton Memorial Homestead Institute" and at the same time the author unwittingly pens an appropriate epitaph for a man of compassion and Christian principles: He it was who trod that broader path of humanity, revelled in those broader views that teach us there is a temporal as well as a spiritual side to questions concerning man's salvation...

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