It is our melancholy duty from time to time to chronicle the death of one or other of the residents of the district. This is the saddest part of a journalist’s many varied duties, because the natural regret experienced at the death of an acquaintance or well known resident, is intensified considerably, by the fact that he has to write his obituary notice. At no time since our connection with this journal, have we experienced a deeper sense of regret at having to perform this sad task, than we now do in announcing in these columns the death of Mr Daniel Bell, Wardsman of the Cromwell Hospital, and that because of the circumstances which led to his untimely end. While attending one of the typhoid patients who was being treated in the institution, he contracted the disease, and after a severe illness, he succumbed on Sunday morning. Were it on this account alone, public sympathy would go out freely to his widow, who has nursed him during his illness with indefatigable care and attention; but in addition to this, he earned in conjunction with her the undying gratitude of many a patient, the confidence of the Board in the management of the Hospital, and the social esteem of the residents of the district. He has died in harness, has died young, and may be said to have yielded his life in ministering to the wants of his fellow man. The regret at his death is as widespread as the sympathy which is expressed for his relict. The funeral takes place to-day, leaving the Hospital at 2.30 p.m. -Cromwell Argus, 9/5/1893.
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