Samuel Hinde Obituary
Bell News Vol 20, Iss 1005, p131, 13/7/1901
Late of Ranmoor, Sheffield; Died Tuesday, June 8th,
1901, Aged 56 Years.
It is with deep regret that we have to announce the death of the
from concussion of the brain caused by the accidental breaking of a
grinding stone whilst following his employment as a butcher’s blade
grinder, he having just hung a stone, and was “racing” it when a piece
flew out, inflicting injuries to his head and chest, on May 31st.
The funeral took place on Saturday, June 22nd, the first part of
service being held in Ranmoor church. Before leaving the church for
Fulwood, where the interment took place, the choir sang hymn 401, “Now
the labourer’s task is o’er,” and at the graveside where the Vicar of
Fulwood assisted, the Ranmoor choir sang hymn 331, "For ever with
the Lord,” a large gathering of relatives and friends being present.
After the funeral the Ranmoor bells were rang with the bells
half-muffled by a mixed company; and also on Sunday morning, Jane 23rd
by the local company.
Joining the Ranmoor company in 1883, Mr. Hinde was one of the
learn half-pull ringing at Ranmoor, continuing an active member until
he was appointed verger in 1883, after the church was rebuilt, which
duties kept him out of the tower; he was also a life member of the
Yorkshire Association. Speaking from the text “Whatsoever thy hand
findeth to do, do it with all thy might,” Ecc. ix., 10, the Vicar (Rev.
J. G. Williams), said at the close of his sermon on Sunday morning,
June 23rd — “ No one who knew the late verger of this church could
possibly have failed to have a deep respect for his thorough Christian
character, and I do not know that it has ever been my lot to know any
man who more earnestly endeavoured to carry out the injunction of my
text, and I take this opportunity of bearing my testimony to the
faithful, loyal, conscientious manner in which he performed his
Deceased will long be remembered in Ranmoor for his kind and
disposition. The very night before his death he spent in visiting a
sick friend, and in recounting stories of bygone days, his remark —
“Never mind, we never did anybody any harm,’’ aptly describes his
dealings with others. He leaves a widow and an unmarried family, the
oldest of which, another Sam, follows the same trade as his father aud
grandfather, also Sam, did at the same wheel, situate in Whiteley Wood,
one of the few remaining waterwheels which were in days gone by one of
the features of rural Sheffield.
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