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NEW WICKS TO OLD LAMPS.

(Contributed to The Clarion.)

A large number of people assembled at Philips Park Cemetery recently to witness the funeral of John Richardson, who was one of the famous ‘ Six Hundred.’ Richardson a few years ago was a prominent figure in Market Street and on the Infirmary esplanade, where he tried to earn a living by selling short printed accounts of his life. Circumstances, however, forced him to seek the aid of the workhouse, and, like many more of the English heroes whose gallantry had placed England in her present proud position, he died within the walls of the poorhouse. Major Ballantine, the master of the Manchester Workhouse, decided that although he died a pauper he should not be buiied as such, and he incurred the expense of the funeral. Colonel Crofton, commanding the 4th King’s regiment, stationed at Hnlme Barracks, sent a gun carriage, on which the coffin, covered with the Union Jack and adorned with a wreath of flowers, was carried to the grave. A firing p,arty from the regiment mentioned, consisting of fifteen men, under Sergeant Wilson, fired three volleys over the grave. In addition to Major Ballantine and Captain Hobbs, several veterans attended the funeral. Manchester Evening News, July 24, 1897. Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home; Thou art not my friend ; I am not thine ; Too long through weary cro vds I roam :—• A river ark on the ocean brine, Too long I am tossed like the driven foam ; But, now, proud world, I’m going home. Goo'd-bye to Flattery’s fawning face ; To Grandeur with his wise grimace : To upstart Wealth’s averted eye ; To supple office, low and high ; To crowded halls, Is court and street, To frozen hearts and hasting feet, To those who go, and those who come, Good-bje, proud world, I’m going home. E. W. Emerson. Soldier, rest, thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. Sir Walter Scott,

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Southern Cross, Volume 5, Issue 30, 30 October 1897, Page 9

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NEW WICKS TO OLD LAMPS. Southern Cross, Volume 5, Issue 30, 30 October 1897, Page 9

NEW WICKS TO OLD LAMPS. Southern Cross, Volume 5, Issue 30, 30 October 1897, Page 9

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