Huddersfield Chronicle (19/Jan/1894) - Local Athletic Notes: Dr. Scougal

Doctor Edward Fowler Scougal was born in Scotland, the son of school inspector James Scougal. He married three times, the last being to Edith Grist on 2 April 1891 at the Parish Church in Huddersfield and the couple had two daughters, Jane and Una Dulcie. A member of the Huddersfield Choral Society, he was voted their President in 1893. Despite battling terminal cancer, he addressed the annual meeting of the Huddersfield Medical Society at the George Hotel on 19 December 1893. He died on 14 January 1894, aged 38, leaving an estate worth £4,592 7s. 8d.


The following is a transcription of a historic newspaper article and may contain occasional errors. If the article was published prior to 1 June 1957, then the text is likely in the Public Domain.

Another prominent supporter of the Huddersfield club has been tailed to his long rest to the regret of all who had the pleasure of his acquaintance. I refer, of course, to Dr. Scougal. Before coming to Huddersfield this most genial of all sportsmen had distinguished himself both on the football and cricket fields. In the latter respect he was best known in the town of its adoption. He was in his day one of the best known local cricketers, and his sad and untimely demise will be sincerely mourned by every follower of athletics in the district. With deep sorrow I append the following lines which I have received from a well-known contributor to the columns of the Daily Chronicle:—

Dr. Scougal

Another gentle, trusty soul
Has snapped the link and gone,
Brave in his healthy moments,
Brave as disease crept on,
Manly as long as breath did last,
Through pain he passed to peace;
A useful and devoted life
In death found sweet release.
In music and in wholesome sport,
In many walks of life,
His worth, his geniality,
With all that’s good were rife;
He won affection and respect
Among his fellow-men,
His kind deeds breathed sweet fragrance,
Assuaged his patients’ pain.
Such men as he can ill be spared
And could we stave off death,
At any age, at any time,
Retain life’s vital breath;
We would for those he leaves behind
Extend his useful years,
But no! that must not be, he goes;
We follow on in tears.

CID.