A Good Man Gone.

A Good Man Gone.

A recent arrival from England brings us intelligence of the death of Mr. GEORGE RICHARDSON, at Newcastle-on-Tyne, which occurred on the 9th ult., in the 89th year of his age. The deceased was a member of the Society of Friends, and a consistent advocate of Peace, Temperance and Freedom. He early espoused the cause of the oppressed of the West Indies, and quit using the products of slave labor as one of the means of bringing about emancipation. In him the American Abolitionists had a firm and unwearied coadjutor. He labored zealously and most successfully for the amelioration of the condition of the poor in his own town. His door always opened to welcome the stranger, no matter of what country, clime, or color. In each outspoken action of his life one sentiment was ever prominent, and that the noblest one that ever actuates a human soul, the sentiment of duty. Few indeed have trodden with more care and less weariness "the straight and narrow path," or followed more faithfully that light which lighteth every man into and through the world. The outcast and needy of Newcastle will not soon find another George Richardson. The young may well imitate his character, while all can view his life as a beacon calling them on to higher and holier duty in the great work of making the world better. No unkind thought will follow bin to his grave, but it will be a place sought out by the pilgrim from a distance, as well as by the poor that loved him so well while living.

"Thus, sleep the good, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to desk their hallowed mould,
She there shall desk a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have aver trod.
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay,
And Freedom shall a while repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there."

W.W.B.

We most fully unite with the grateful tribute thus rendered to our late venerable friend, Mr. GEORGWE RICHARDSON, of New Castle upon Tyne. 'A good man gone' may well be said of him, Goodness , was the main feature of his life, and all who were brought into contact with him were impressed with the goodness reflected from every line of his broad benevolent countenance. Privileged often to visit him sixteen years ago, and again two years, ago, we always felt like saying when contemplating him; 'Mark the perfect man behold the upright for the end of that man is peace.' He was emphatically the friend of the whole human family. Every man in need or in suffering whom he could, soothe, succor and relieve was his neighbor. He had counsel for the ignorant and erring, sympathy for the oppressed and an open band to the poor and needy. He was among the last living representatives of that noble body of good men in England who held up the hands of CLARKSON, WILBERFORCE, and Sir FOWELL BUXTON, while they carried the British nation up to she act of Emancipation. The dose of a life to long and so well spent, leaves no room for mourning, but rather leads to a feeling of peaceful gratitude that such a friend, has lived so long to serve and bless all within the reach of his influence.

W.W.B.

The Liberator; Douglass' Monthly

Liberator concludes at the W.W.B. signature. Douglass' Montly adds the final paragraph of the article. 

Liberator 9.26.1862
Douglass' Mothly 10.1862