Family
Peacock was the son of Ralph Peacock, a mines supervisor from Swaledale, Yorkshire and Dorothy Robinson. He was married twice, firstly to Hannah Crowther, and secondly to Francis Littlewood. At the time of his death his eldest son Colonel Ralph Peacock V.D (1838–1928) of the Manchester Volunteer Artillery succeeded him at Gorton Foundry. Of his daughters the eldest one, Jane Peacock, (1855–1928) married William Taylor Birchenough J.P., a silk manufacturer who was elder brother of Sir Henry Birchenough. Peacocks grandson Richard Peacock Birchenough married Dorothy Grace Godsal, daughter of Philip Thomas Godsal, the inventor of the Godsal anti tank rifle. Peacocks youngest daughter, Eugenie, married George P. Dawson, who succeeded Colonel Peacock as Managing Director on the formation of the new Beyer, Peacock and Company Limited in 1902. Colonel Ralph Peacock died without issue as did Richard Peacock's only other surviving son Frederick William Peacock (1858–1924).
He died in Manchester and is buried in the Peacock Mausoleum in the graveyard of Brookfield Unitarian Church, Hyde Road, Gorton which he built. The graveyard also holds the remains of Ralph Peacock and an earlier deceased son Joseph Peacock also lie.
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