The following is a transcription of a historic newspaper article and may contain occasional errors.
Death of Mr. George Mitchell.
During the week one of the "characters" of Huddersfield has been called away to his long home — one who has occupied a space in the public eye for a considerable period as "a publican and a sinner," though, so far as the last was concerned, we are sure all who knew him will hold with us that his sinning was as harmless as fun could possibly be. As landlord of the Druids Hotel, then of the Greyhound in the Market Walk, and latterly of the Greyhound in the Manchester Road, George Mitchell became intimately known to a large circle of friends, who highly appreciated his somewhat rough but hearty manner, and his generous disposition. For now some months he has been ailing — the once robust man evidently sinking gradually into the grave, until at length death has put a period to his sufferings. In reference to the loss which his widow has sustained, she has received the following letter from "the old king," to whom Geo. Mitchell was a faithful subject, and a firm, undeviating friend.
- South Hill Cottage, Guildford, Nov. 4th, 1856.
- Dear Mrs. Mitchell,
- I did not expect, when I last spent such a very pleasant afternoon with you and your dear husband, that I should not again on earth meet my good, faithful, and warm-hearted friend, George Mitchell. This day our friend John Leech has told me that you are a widow — that I have lost a true and much valued friend. John tells me that even in death George kindly remembered his "old king." Death is at all times a solemn monitor. The death of a dear friend calls loudly on survivors — the death of a husband cannot surely call in vain. Be ready! May that voice be listened to by you, by me, by all bis surviving friends. This is a moment when many words would be offensive ; but I know that even now, at George’s grave, you will kindly permit me to say, I sincerely sympathise with you, and earnestly pray that He who is the husband of the widow, may throw around you His strong arm, and be your comfort and protection! Remember! In trouble He is very near waiting to be gracious! Ever more ready to hear than we to pray! Never nearer His people than when they are in trouble! This stroke is not of chance! He who has called our friend, your husband, out of this transitory state, has removed him at the best time. Were we as wise and good as He, we should say: It is well — Thy will be done! Accept these few lines from one whom your husband loved, as a token of my love to him and to you ; and believe me to be, dear Mrs. Mitchell, your sincere sympathising friend,
- Richard Oastler