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My Great Great Great Grandfather's Obituary


From The Gentleman's Magazine (1829, p. 373).

Obituary

1828 - In India, aged 46, Lieut-Colonel William Dickson, commanding the 7th regiment of Bengal Cavalry at Kernaul in the Upper Provinces.

This gentleman was the eldest son of the late Thomas Dickson, esq. of Southampton and by his mother descended from Col. Gardiner, who was killed at the head of his regiment at Preston Pans in 1745 and whose "Confessions" are well known.

Col. Dickson entered the Army of the East Indies in 1802; he was particularly noticed by General Lake in the general orders of 24 Oct, 1804, for his gallant conduct at the seige of Delhi where he was present as a Lieutenant in the 2nd battle of the 14th regiment, as well as on other occassions; and he was twice severely wounded.

For several years afterwards, the management of one of the principal stud departments was entrusted to his superintendence. His merits as a cavalry officer were well known and appreciated by the government; and a very few months before his death, the highest eulogians were passed on his meritious conduct and the discipline of his regiment by Lord Combermore. Col Dickson was moreover a man of considerable literary attainments; he was of cheerful disposition, temperate in his habits, a strict disciplinarian but conciliatory, and kind to those under his command, a warm and zealous friend, and an indulgent and affectionate husband and father.

Having nearly completed his period of service, Col. Dickson was on the eve of returning to England, when his life was suddenly terminated by a violent fever. His remains were interred the day after his death, with the highest military honours, the General commanding the station and all the troops attending. The Colonel is the third brother who has fallen in the military service of the East India Company; one survives, the present Peter Dickson, esq. of Southampton. Their mother is still living, at an advanced age. Col. Dickson was married early, and has left a widow and several children.

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Anonymous said…
I know this was posted four years ago - but I was wondering if you had any additional information on the family of William Dickson as he is my great great great great grandfather! One of his sons came to Cape Town and the family has remained there since then. I would really appreciate any information on the family and I can be contacted on my blog or at cazo3788@gmail.com
Thanks in advance
Sun Aug 01, 10:42:00 am 2010
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