|[From "The Builder" December 16 1843]
The following account of the lamented death of one of our most eminent architects will be read with melancholy pleasure. We extract it from the Glasgow Citizen, and tender to its conductors the best thanks of our sorrowing fraternity for their painstaking in this obituary. Although the empire and art has sustained a loss, yet it is a consolation to know that a ripe old age and all its honours had first been achieved. Let the builders, especially workmen, be stimulated by David Hamilton's example, for he set out in life from their ranks; let them read this obituary notice, and gather, from it, precepts of wisdom, and maxims to guide and regulate their lives. If the workshop could supply leading minds of this class in days of difficult study and acquirement, what may we not hope for now that the path leading to excellence and eminence is smoothed and widened.
DEATH OF DAVID HAMILTON, ESQ., ARCHITECT
Our obituary this day contains the name of Mr Hamilton, the eminent architect. About two years ago, he had an attack of paralysis, from which he never thoroughly recovered; and for some time past he had been in a declining state of health. His death took place at two o’clock, on the morning of Tuesday last, [5th Dec] to the deep regret of his numerous friends. He was in the seventy-sixth year of his age.
Mr Hamilton’s professional abilities were of the first order; and in private
life, he was distinguished for the singular amiability of his character,
the unaffected modesty of his disposition, the vivacity of his conversation,
enlivened as it often was with anecdotes of the olden time, and for
his genuine worth of heart, lack of self-interest, and his sense of
honour. With the national sin of "mammon worship" he was in no way tainted.
Had he cared more for money, he would have died rich. His professional
charges were considerably below what his distinguished merits entitled
him to claim, and his purse was always open to assist the needy and
unfortunate. It is doubtful whether he has left an enemy behind him,
or whether indeed he ever had one. Certainly few men had more attached
friends or were more warm in their friendships. By his professional
brethren he was much esteemed; and jealousy or unworthy rivalry had,
it is believed, no place in their intercourse. He has bequeathed to
all who knew him, the memory of a good example - he survives in the
affections of his friends - and the numerous splendid works he has left
behind, may be regarded as so many monuments commemorative of his genius.
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