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Of Beechworth, Surrey, Treasurer of the Household of Henry VI, Sheriff of Kent 1440 and 1460. Beheaded 1460. | BROWNE, Sir Thomas (I1591)
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of Benenden, Kent, England | MAPLESDEN, Jylian (I19258)
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Will Denne William Bishopsbourne 1696 1697 PRC/17/79/76 PRC/16/333 D/1 1697 | DENNE, William (I19268)
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of Christ Church, Oxford in 1766 became Bishop in 1768. | LEFROY, Isaac Peter George (I8562)
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of Denn Hill, was a person illustrious for his learning, seneschal of the Priory of Canterbury, and escheator of Kent 19 Hen III, Anno 1234, who was appointed by Henry VII. to form and enforce, in conjunction with Sir Henry de Bath, the laws of Romney Marsh. He used a seal with three leopard's heads. He was s. by his son.
1590 n.d., p. 714, Vol. CCXXXV. #84.
Genealogical notices of the families of Le Hadd and Denn, extracted from ancient charters; with copies of three charters of Tho. Denn, John de Combe and Alured Denn.
[Source: "Queen Elizabeth - Volume 235: Undated 1590." Calendar of State Papers Domestic: Elizabeth, 1581-90. Ed. Robert Lemon. London: Her Majesty's Stationery Office, 1865. 706-715. British History Online. Web. 20 November 2018. http://www.british-history.ac.uk/cal-state-papers/domestic/edw-eliz/1581-90/pp706-715.]
1251, n.d., p. 116, membrane 2d
Commission to William le Bretun, Alvred de Dene and Nicholas de Haulo to take assizes of novel disseisin in the county of Surrey, and to do justice touching robberies and other breaches of the peace in the counties of Surrey and Southampton; and mandate to them to meet at Bermundeseye.
[Found: https://archive.org/details/patentrollsreig00unkngoog/page/n128 Source: 1251, membranes 13d, 11d, 8d, 7d, 4d, 2d, 1d." Calendar of Patent Rolls, Henry III: Volume 4, 1247-1258. Ed. H C Maxwell Lyte. London: His Majesty's Stationery Office, 1908. 114-116. British History Online. Web. 20 November 2018. http://www.british-history.ac.uk/cal-pat-rolls/hen3/vol4/pp114-116.]
¶DENNEHILL is another seat on the same side of Barham downs, at the eastern boundary of them, which took its name from the family of Dene, or Denne, of eminent note in this county, the possessors of it in very early times. One of them, Ralph de Den, held much land in Romney Marsh, and at Buckhurst, in Sussex, in the 20th year of William the Conqueror, as appeared by an old roll in the earl of Dorset's possession, being written in the record, son of Robtus Pincerna, a name probably given him from his being butler or sewer to one of our kings before the conquest. Sir Alured de Den was chief steward of the priory of Christ-church in the 29th year of king Henry III. and was a person so singularly esteemed for his wisdom, that when the laws and ordinances of Romney Marsh were compiled, by that venerable judge Henry de Bath, in the 42d year of that reign, this Sir Alured and Nicholas de Handloe were joined with him for that purpose; and what is remarkable, he at that early time sealed with three leopards faces, the antient paternal coat of this family, which afterwards continued owners of this seat, and resided here with much reputation as justices of the peace and other honourable employments of public concern, down to Michael Denne, esq. who lived here in the reigns of king Edward IV. and king Henry VII. being descended by the marriages of his ancestors from the families of Apulderfield, Earde, Arderne, and Combe, among others, whose posterity spread in several branches resident not only in Canterbury and the several neighbouring parishes, but in West Kent likewise. But after this seat had continued in an uninterrupted descent to him from Sir Alured de Denne above-mentioned, and from him again down to Thomas Denne, esq. who was recorder of Canterbury, and died possessed of it in 1655, it went by Mary, his youngest daughter and coheir, in marriage to Vincent Denne. esq. of Canterbury, sergeant-at-law, descended, as has been above-related, from the same stock of ancestry, but he bore for his arms, Argent, on two flaunches, sable, two leopard's faces, or, being the bearing of this younger branch of this family. The elder branch, of Dennehill, bore Sable, three leopards faces, or. (fn. 4) He died possessed of it in 1693, leaving four daughters his coheirs, viz. Dorothy, married to Mr. Thomas Ginder; Mary, to Mr. Stephen Nethersole; Bridget, to Mr. Robert Beake; and Honywood, to Gilbert Knowler, esq. who the next year vested their several interests in this seat by sale in Mr. Robert Beake before-mentioned, who died possessed of the whole of it in 1701, whose heirs, Thomas, Robert, and William Beake, in 1725 sold it to lady Hester Gray, whose husband Sir James Gray had, in 1707, been created a baronet of Scotland, bearing for his arms, Gules, a lion rampant, within a bordure wavy, argent. She conveyed it to her eldest son Sir James Gray, bart. and K. B. who died in 1775, and was succeeded in it by his brother lieutenant-general Sir George Gray, bart. who dying soon afterwards, it came again to his mother lady Hester Gray, and her daughters, Elizabeth Nicholl, widow, and Carolina Gray, who in 1774 joined in the sale of it to John Morse, esq. of London, merchant, who at no small expence greatly improved this seat, and the adjoining grounds belonging to it, and afterwards in 1777 alienated it to Hardinge Scracey, esq. late on of the clerks of the house of commons, who is the present possessor and resides in it, bearing for his arms, Argent, a cross engrailed, gules, between four eagles displayed, sable.
Hasted, Edward. "Parishes: Kingston." The History and Topographical Survey of the County of Kent: Volume 9. Canterbury: W Bristow, 1800. 338-349. British History Online. Web. 20 November 2018. http://www.british-history.ac.uk/survey-kent/vol9/pp338-349.
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The Blasphemer's Warning
by Richard Barham
A LAY OF ST. ROMWOLD .
I N Kent we are told,
There was seated of old,
A handsome young gentleman, courteous and bold,
He'd an oaken strong-box, well replenish'd with gold,
With broad lands, pasture, arable, woodland, and wold,
Not an acre of which had been mortgaged or sold;
He'd a Pleasaunce and Hall passing fair to behold,
He had beeves in the byre, he had flocks in the fold,
And was somewhere about five-and-twenty years old.
His figure and face, For beauty and grace,
To the best in the country had scorn'd to give place.
Small marvel, then, If, of women and men
Whom he chanced to foregather with, nine out of ten
Express'd themselves charm'd with Sir Alured Denne.
From my earliest youth, I've been taught, as a truth,
A maxim which most will consider as sooth,
Though a few, peradventure, may think it uncouth:
There are three social duties, the whole of the swarm
In this great human hive of ours ought to perform,
And that too as soon as conveniently may be;
The first of the three — . Is, the planting a Tree!
The next, the producing a Book — then, a Baby!
(For my part, dear Reader, without any jesting, I
So far, at least, have accomplish'd my destiny.)
From the foremost, i.e. The " planting the Tree,"
The Knight may, perchance, have conceiv'd himself free,
Inasmuch as that, which way soever he looks,
Over park, mead, or upland, by streamlets and brooks,
His fine beeches and elms shelter thousands of rooks;
In twelve eighty-two, There would also accrue
Much latitude as to the article, Books;
But, if those we've disposed of, and need not recall,
Might, as duties, appear in comparison small,
One remain'd, there was no getting over at all,
— The providing a male Heir for Bonnington Hall;
Which, doubtless, induced the good Knight to decide,
As a matter of conscience, on taking a Bride.
It's a very fine thing, and delightful to see
Inclination and duty unite and agree,
Because it's a case. That so rarely takes place;
In the instance before us then Alured Denne
Might well be esteem'd the most lucky of men,
Inasmuch as hard by, Indeed so very nigh,
That her chimneys, from his, you might almost descry,
Dwelt a Lady at whom he'd long cast a sheep's eye,
One whose character scandal itself could defy,
While her charms and accomplishments rank'd very high,
And who would not deny. A propitious reply,
But reflect back his blushes, and give sigh for sigh
(A line that's not mine, but Tom Moore's, by-the-by).
There was many a gay and trim bachelor near,
Who felt sick at heart when the news met his ear,
That fair Edith Ingoldsby, she whom they all
The " Rosebud of Tappington" ceased not to call,
Was going to say, " Honour, love, and obey,"
To Sir Alured Denne, Knight, of Bonnington Hall,
That all other suitors were left in the lurch,
And the parties had even been " out-asked" in church.
For every one says, In those primitive days,
And I must own I think it redounds to their praise,
None dream'd of transferring a daughter or niece
As a bride, by an " unstamp'd agreement," or lease,
'Fore a Registrar's Clerk, or a Justice of Peace;
While young ladies had fain. Single women remain,
And unwedded maids to the last " crack of doom" stick,
Ere marry, by taking a jump o'er a broomstick.
So our bride and bridegroom agreed to appear
At Holy St. Romwold's a Priory near,
Which a long while before, I can't say in what year,
Their forebears had join'd with the neighbours to rear,
And endow'd, some with bucks, some with beef, some with beer,
To comfort the friars, and make them good cheer.
Adorning the building, With carving and gliding,
And stone altars, fix'd to the chantries and fill'd in;
(Papistic in substance and form, and on this count
With Judge Herbert Jenner Fust justly at discount.
See Cambridge Societas Camdeniensis
V. Faulkner, tert prim. Januarii Mensis .
With " Judgment reversed, costs of suit, and expenses");
All raised to St. Romwold, with some reason, styled
By Duke Humphrey's confessor, " a Wonderful Child,"
For ne'er yet was Saint, except him, upon earth
Who made " his profession of faith" at his birth,
And when scarce a foot high, or six inches in girth,
Converted his " Ma," and contrived to amend a
Sad hole in the creed of his grandsire, King Penda.
Of course to the shrine. Of so young a divine
Flow'd much holy water, and some little wine,
And when any young folks did to marriage incline,
The good friars were much in request, and not one
Was more " sought unto" than the Sub-prior, Mess Jonn;
To him, there and then, Sir Alured Denne
Wrote a three-corner'd note with a small crow-quill pen
To say what he wanted, and fix " the time when,"
And, as it's well known that your people of quality
Pique themselves justly on strict punctuality,
Just as the clock struck the hour he'd named in it,
The whole bridal party rode up to the minute.
Now whether it was that some rapturous dream,
Comprehending " fat pullets and clouted cream,"
Had borne the good man, in its vision of bliss,
Far off to some happier region than this —
Or, whether his beads, 'gainst the fingers rebelling,
Took longer than usual that morning in telling;
Or whether, his conscience with knotted cord purging,
Mess John was indulging himself with a scourging,
In penance for killing some score of the fleas,
Which, infesting his hair-shirt, deprived him of ease;
Or whether a barrel of Faversham oysters,
Brought in on the evening before, to the cloisters,
Produced indigestion, Continues a question,
The particular cause is not worth a debate;
For my purpose it's clearly sufficient to state
That, whatever the reason, his rev'rence was late,
And Sir Alured Denne, Not the meekest of men,
Began banning away at a deuce of a rate.
Now here, though I do it with infinite pain,
Gentle reader, I find I must pause to explain,
That there was — what, I own, I grieve to make known —
On the worthy Knight's character one single stain,
But for which, all his friends had borne witness, I'm sure,
He had been sans reproche , as he still was sans peur .
The fact is, that many distinguish'd commanders
" Swore terribly ( teste T. Shandy) in Flanders."
Now into these parts our Knight chancing to go, countries
Named from this sad, vulgar custom, " The Low Countries,"
Though on common occasions as courteous as daring,
Had pick'd up this shocking bad habit of swearing.
And if anything vex'd him, or matters went wrong,
Was given to what low folks call " Coming it strong."
Good, bad, or indifferent then, young or old,
He'd consign them, when once in a humour to scold,
To a place where they certainly would not take cold.
— Now if there are those, and I've some in my eye,
Who'd esteem this a crime of no very deep dye,
Let them read on — they'll find their mistake by-and-by.
Near or far. Few people there are,
But have heard, read, or sung about Young Lochinvar,
How in Netherby Chapel, " at morning tide,"
The Priest and the Bridegroom stood waiting the Bride:
How they waited, " but ne'er. A Bride was there."
Still I don't find, on reading the ballad with care,
The bereaved Mr. Graham proceeded to swear,
And yet to experience so serious a blight in
One's dearest affections, is somewhat exciting.
'Tis manifest then. That Sir Alured Denne
Had far less excuse for such bad language, when
It was only the Priest not the Bride who was missing —
He had fill'd up the interval better with kissing.
And 'twas really surprising, And not very wise in
A Knight to go on so anathematising,
When the head and the front of the Clergyman's crime
Was but being a little behind as to time: —
Be that as it may. He swore so that day
At the reverend gentleman's ill-judged delay,
That not a bystander who heard what he said,
But listen'd to all his expressions with dread,
And felt all his hair stand on end on his head;
Nay, many folks there. Did not stick to declare
The phenomenon was not confined to the hair,
For the little stone Saint who sat perch'd o'er the door,
St. Romwold himself, as I told you before,
What will scarce be believed, Was plainly perceived
To shrug up his shoulders, as very much grieved,
And look down with a frown. So remarkably brown,
That all saw he'd now quite a different face on
From that he received at the hands of the mason;
Nay, many averr'd he half rose in his niche,
When Sir Alured, always in metaphor rich,
Call'd his priest an " old son of — — " some animal — which,
Is not worth the inquiry — a hint's quite enough on
The subject — for more I refer you to Buffon.
It's supposed that the Knight. Himself saw the sight,
And it's likely he did, as he easily might;
For 'tis certain he paused in his wordy attack,
And, in nautical language, seem'd " taken aback."
In so much that when now. The " prime cause of the row,"
Father John, in the chapel at last made his bow,
The Bridegroom elect was so mild and subdued,
None could ever suppose he'd been noisy and rude,
Or made use of the language to which I allude.
Fair Edith herself, while the knot was a-tying,
Her bridesmaids around her, some sobbing, some sighing,
Some smiling, some blushing, half-laughing, half-crying,
Scarce made her responses in tones more complying
Than he who'd been raging and storming so recently,
All softness now, and behaving quite decently.
Many folks thought too the cold stony frown
Of the Saint up aloft from his niche looking down,
Brought the sexton and clerk each an extra half-crown,
When, the rite being over, the fees were all paid,
And the party remounting, the whole cavalcade
Prepared to ride home with no little parade
In a climate so very unsettled as ours
It's as well to be cautious and guard against showers,
For though, about One, You've a fine brilliant sun,
When your walk or your ride is but barely begun,
Yet long ere the hour-hand approaches the Two,
There is not in the whole sky one atom of blue,
But it " rains cats and dogs," and you're fairly wet through
Ere you know where to turn, what to say, or to do;
For which reason I've bought, to protect myself well, a
Good stout Taglioni and gingham umbrella
But in Edward the First's days I very much fear
Had a gay cavalier, Thought fit to appear
In any such " toggery" — then 'twas term'd " gear" —
He'd have met with a highly significant sneer,
Or a broad grin extending from ear unto ear
On the features of every soul he came near;
There was no taking refuge too then, as with us,
On a slip-sloppy day, in a cab or a ' bus;
As they rode through the woods. In their wimples and hoods,
Their only resource against sleet, hail, or rain,
Was, as Spenser describes it, to " pryck o'er the plaine;"
That is, to clap spurs on, and ride helter-skelter
In search of some building or other for shelter
Now it seems that the sky, Which had been of a dye
As bright and as blue as your lady-love's eye,
The season, in fact, being genial and dry,
Began to assume. An appearance of gloom
From the moment the Knight began fidget and fume,
Which deepen'd and deepen'd till all the horizon
Grew blacker than aught they had ever set eyes on,
And soon, from the far west the elements rumbling,
Increased and kept pace with Sir Alured's grumbling.
Bright flashes between, Blue, red, and green,
All livid and lurid began to be seen;
At length down it came — a whole deluge of rain,
A perfect Niagara, drenching the plain;
And up came the reek, And down came the shriek
Of the winds like a steam-whistle starting a train;
And the tempest began so to roar and to pour,
That the Dennes and the Ingoldsbys, starting at score,
As they did from the porch of St. Romwold's church door,
Had scarce gain'd a mile, or a mere trifle more,
Ere the whole of the crew. Were completely wet through.
They dash'd o'er the downs, and they dash'd through the vales,
They dash'd up the hills, and they dash'd down the dales,
As if elderly Nick was himself at their tails;
The Bridegroom in vain. Attempts to restrain
The Bride's frightened palfrey by seizing the rein,
When a flash and a crash. Which produced such a splash
That a Yankee had called it " an Almighty Smash,"
Came down so complete. At his own courser's feet,
That the rider, though famous for keeping his seat,
From its kickings and plungings, now under, now upper,
Slipp'd out of his demi-pique over the crupper,
And fell from the back of his terrified cob
On what bards less refined than myself term his " Nob
(To obtain a genteel rhyme's sometimes a tough job) —
Just so — for the nonce to enliven my song
With a classical simile cannot be wrong —
Just so — in such roads and in similar weather,
Tydides and Nestor were riding together,
When, so says old Homer, the king of the Sky,
The great " Cloud-compeller," his lightnings let fly,
And their horses both made such a desperate shy
At this freak of old Zeus, That at once they broke loose,
Reins, traces, bits, breechings, were all of no use;
If the Pylian Sage, without any delay,
Had not whipp'd them sharp round and away from the fray,
They'd have certainly upset his cabriolet ,
And there'd been the — a name I won't mention — to pay
Well, the Knight in a moment recover'd his seat —
Mr. Widdicombe's mode of performing that feat
At Astley's could not be more neat or complete,
— It's recorded, indeed, by an eminent pen
Of our own days, that this our great Widdicombe, then
In the heyday of life, had afforded some ten
Or twelve lessons in riding to Alured Denne, —
It is certain the Knight. Was so agile and light
That an instant sufficed him to set matters right,
Yet the Bride was by this time almost out of sight;
For her palfrey, a rare bit of blood, who could trace
Her descent from the " pure old Caucasian race,"
Sleek, slim, and bony, as Mr. Sidonia's
Fine " Arab Steed". Of the very same breed,
Which that elegant gentleman rode so genteelly
— See " Coningsby" written by " B. Disraeli" —
That palfrey, I say, From this trifling delay
Had made what at sea's call'd a " great deal of way."
" More fleet than the roe-buck" and free as the wind,
She had left the good company rather behind;
They whipp'd and they spurr'd and they after her press'd;
Still Sir Alured's steed was " by long chalks" the best
Of the party, and very soon distanced the rest;
But long ere e'en he had the fugitive near'd,
She dash'd into the wood and at once disappear'd.
It's a " fashious" affair when you're out on a ride,
— Ev'n supposing you're not in pursuit of a bride,
If you are, it's more fashious, which can't be denied, —
And you come to a place where three cross-roads divide,
Without any way-post, stuck up by the side
Of the road, to direct you and act as a guide,
With a road leading here, and a road leading there,
And a road leading no one exactly knows where.
When Sir Alured came. In pursuit of the dame
To a fork of this kind, — a three-prong'd one — small blame
To his scholarship if in selecting his way
His respect for the Classics now led him astray;
But the rule, in a work I won't stop to describe, is
In medio semper tutissimus ibis,
So the Knight being forced of the three paths to enter one,
Dash'd, with these words on his lips, down the centre one.
Up and down hill, Up and down hill,
Through brake and o'er briar he gallops on still,
Aye banning, blaspheming, and cursing his fill
At his courser because he had given him a " spill;"
Yet he did not gain ground. On the palfrey, the sound,
On the contrary, made by the hoofs of the beast
Grew fainter and fainter, — and fainter — and — ceased!
Sir Alured burst through the dingle at last,
To a sort of a clearing, and there — he stuck fast;
For his steed, though a freer one ne'er had a shoe on,
Stood fix'd as the Governor's nag in " Don Juan,"
Or much like the statue that stands, cast in copper, a
Few yards south-east of the door of the Opera,
Save that Alured's horse had not got such a big tail
While Alured wanted the cock'd hat and pig-tail.
Before him is seen
A diminutive Green
Scoop'd out from the covert — a thick leafy screen
Of wild foliage, trunks with broad branches between,
Encircle it wholly, all radiant and sheen,
For the weather at once appear'd clear and serene,
And the sky up above was a bright mazarine,
Just as though no such thing as a tempest had been;
In short, it was one of those sweet little places
In Egypt and Araby known as " oases."
There, under the shade
That was made by the glade,
The astonish'd Sir Alured sat and survey'd
A little low building of Bethersden stone,
With ivy and parasite creepers o'ergrown,
A Sacellum , or cell, In which Chronicles tell
Saints and anchorites erst were accustom'd to dwell;
A little round arch, on which, deeply indented,
The zig-zaggy pattern by Saxons invented
Was cleverly chisell'd, and well represented,
Surmounted a door, Some five feet by four,
It might have been less, or it might have been more,
In the primitive ages they made these things lower
Than we do in buildings that had but one floor.
And these Chronicles say. When an anchorite grey,
Wish'd to shut himself up and keep out of the way,
He was commonly wont in such low cells to stay,
And pray night and day on the rez de chaussee .
There, under the arch I've endeavoured to paint,
With no little surprise, And scarce trusting his eyes,
The Knight now saw standing that little Boy Saint!
The one whom before, He'd seen over the door
Of the Priory shaking his head as he swore —
With mitre, and crozier, and rochet, and stole on,
The very self-same — or at least his Eidolon!
With a voice all unlike to the infantine squeak
You'd expect, that small Saint now address'd him to speak;
In a bold manly tone, he. Began, while his stony
Cold lips breath'd an odour quite Eau de Cologne-y ,
In fact, from his christening, according to rumour, he
Beat Mr. Brummell to sticks, in perfumery.
" Sir Alured Denne!" Said the Saint, " be atten-
tive! Your ancestors, all most respectable men,
Have for some generations been vot'ries of mine;
They have bought me mould candles, and bow'd at my shrine,
They have made my monks presents of ven'son and wine,
With a right of free pasturage, too, for their swine.
And, though you, in this. Have been rather remiss,
Still I owe you a turn for the sake of " Lang Syne"
And I now come to tell you, your cursing and swearing
Have reach'd to a pitch that is really past bearing
'Twere a positive scandal. In even a Vandal,
It ne'er should be done, save with bell, book, and candle:
And though I've now learn'd, as I've always suspected,
Your own education's been somewhat neglected;
Still you're not such an uninform'd pagan, I hope,
As not to know cursing belongs to the Pope!
And his Holiness feels, very properly, jealous
Of all such encroachments by paltry lay fellows.
Now, take my advice, Saints never speak twice,
So take it at once, as I once for all give it;
Go home! you'll find there all as right as a trivet,
But mind, and remember, if once you give way
To that shocking bad habit, I'm sorry to say,
I have heard you so sadly indulge in to-day,
As sure as you're born, on the very first trip
That you make — the first oath that proceeds from your lip,
I'll soon make you rue it! — I've said it — I'll do it!
" Forewarn'd is forearm'd, " you shan't say but you knew it:
Whate'er you hold dearest or nearest your heart,
I' LL TAKE IT AWAY , if I come in a cart!
I will, on my honour! you know it's absurd
To suppose that a Saint ever forfeits his word
For a pitiful Knight, or to please any such man —
I've said it! I'll do't — if I don't, I'm a Dutchman!" —
He ceased — he was gone as he closed his harangue,
And some one inside shut the door with a bang!
Sparkling with dew, Each green herb anew
Its profusion of sweets round Sir Alured threw,
As pensive and thoughtful he slowly withdrew
(For the hoofs of his horse had got rid of their glue),
And the cud of reflection continued to chew
Till the gables of Bonnington Hall rose in view
Little reck'd he what he smelt, what he saw,
Brilliance of scenery, Fragrance of greenery,
Fail'd in impressing his mental machinery;
Many an hour had elapsed, well I ween, ere he
Fairly was able distinction to draw
'Twixt the odour of garlic and boquet du Roi
Merrily, merrily sounds the horn,
And cheerily ring the bells;
For the race is run, The goal is won,
The little lost mutton is happily found,
The Lady of Bonnington's safe and sound
In the Hall where her new Lord dwells!
Hard had they ridden, that company gay,
After fair Edith, away and away:
This had slipp'd back o'er his courser's rump,
That had gone over his ears with a plump,
But the Lady herself had stuck on like a trump,
Till her panting steed. Relax'd her speed,
And feeling, no doubt, as a gentleman feels
When he's once shown a bailiff a fair pair of heels,
Stopp'd of herself, as it's very well known
Horses will do, when they're thoroughly blown,
And thus the whole group had foregather'd again,
Just as the sunshine succeeded the rain.
Oh, now the joy, and the frolicking, rollicking
Doings indulged in by one and by all!
Gaiety seized on the most melancholic in
All the broad lands around Bonnington Hall.
All sorts of revelry, All sorts of devilry,
All play at " High Jinks" and keep up the ball.
Days, weeks, and months, it is really astonishing,
When one's so happy, how Time flies away;
Meanwhile the Bridegroom requires no admonishing,
As to what pass'd on his own wedding day;
Never since then, Had Sir Alured Denne
Let a word fall from his lip or his pen
That began with a D, or left off with an N!
Once, and once only, when put in a rage,
By a careless young rascal he'd hired as a Page,
All buttons and brass, Who, in handling a glass
Of spiced hippocras, throws. It all over his clothes,
And spoils his best pourpoint, and smartest trunk hose,
While stretching his hand out to take it and quaff it (he
'd given a rose noble a yard for the taffety),
Then, and then only, came into his head,
A very sad word that began with a Z;
But he check'd his complaint, He remember'd the Saint
In the nick — Lady Denne was beginning to faint —
That sight on his mouth acted quite as a bung,
Like Mahomet's coffin, the shocking word hung
Half-way 'twixt the root and the tip of his tongue.
Many a year. Of mirth and good cheer
Flew over their heads, to each other more dear
Every day, they were quoted by peasant and peer
As the rarest examples of love ever known,
Since the days of Le Chivaler D'Arbie and Joanne ,
Who in Bonnington chancel lie sculptured in stone.
Well — it happen'd at last, After certain years past,
That an embassy came to our court from afar —
From the Grand-duke of Muscovy — now called the Czar,
And the Spindleshank'd Monarch, determined to do
All the grace that he could to a nobleman, who
Had sail'd all that way from a country which few
In our England had heard of, and nobody knew,
With a hat like a muff, and a beard like a Jew,
Our arsenals, buildings, and dockyards to view,
And to say how desirous, His Prince Wladimirus,
Had long been with mutual regard to inspire us,
And how he regretted he was not much nigher us,
With other fine things, Such as Kings say to Kings
When each tries to humbug his dear Royal Brother, in
Hopes by such " gammon" to take one another in —
King Longshanks, I say, Being now on his way
Bound for France, where the rebels had kept him at bay,
Was living in clover. At this time at Dover,
I' the castle there, waiting a tide to go over.
He had summon'd, I can't tell you how many men,
Knights, nobles, and squires to the wars of Guienne,
And among these of course was Sir Alured Denne,
Who, acting like most. Of the knights in the host,
Whose residence was not too far from the coast,
Had brought his wife with him, delaying their parting,
Fond souls, till the very last moment of starting.
Of course, with such lots of lords, ladies, and knights,
In their Saracenettes , and their bright chain-mail tights,
All accustom'd to galas, grand doings, and sights,
A matter like this was at once put to rights;
'Twould have been a strange thing, If so polish'd a King,
With his Board of Green Cloth, and Lord Steward's department,
Couldn't teach an Ambassador what the word " smart" meant.
A banquet was order'd at once for a score,
Or more, of the corps that had just come on shore,
And the King, though he thought it " a bit of a bore,"
Ask'd all the elite . Of his levee to meet
The illustrious Strangers and share in the treat;
For the Boyar himself, the Queen graciously made him her
Beau for the day, from respect to Duke Wladimir
(Queer as this name may appear in the spelling,
You won't find it trouble you, Sound but the W
Like the first L in Llan, Lloyd, and Llewellyn!)
Fancy the fuss and the fidgety looks
Of Robert de Burghersh, the constables, cooks;
For of course the cuisine . Of the King and the Queen
Was behind them at London, or Windsor, or Sheen,
Or wherever the Court ere it started had been,
And it's really no jest. When a troublesome guest
Looks in at a time when you're busy and prest,
Just going to fight, or to ride, or to rest,
And expects a good lunch when you've none ready drest
The servants, no doubt, Were much put to the rout,
By this very extempore sort of set out;
But they wisely fell back upon Poor Richard's plan,
" When you can't what you would, you must do what you can!"
So they ransack'd the country, folds, pig-styes, and pens,
For the sheep and the porkers, the cocks and the hens;
'Twas said a Tom-cat of Sir Alured Denne's,
A fine tabby-gray, Disappear'd on that day,
And whatever became of him no one could say.
They brought all the food. That ever they could,
Fish, flesh, and fowl, with sea-coal and dry wood,
To his Majesty's Dapifer Eudo (or Ude),
They lighted the town up, sat ringing the bells,
And borrow'd the waiters from all the hotels.
A bright thought, moreover, came into the head
Of Dapifer Eudo, who'd some little dread,
As he said, for the thorough success of his spread.
So he said to himself, " What a thing it would be
Could I have here with me. Some one, two, or three
Of their outlandishscullions from over the sea!
It's a hundred to one if the Suite or their Chief
Understand our plum-puddings, and barons of beef:
But with five minutes' chat with their cooks or their valets
We'd soon dish up something to tickle their palates!"
With this happy conceit for improving the mess,
Pooh-poohing expense, he despatch'd an express
In a waggon and four on the instant to Deal,
Who dash'd down the hill without locking the wheel,
And, by means which I guess but decline to reveal,
Seduced from the Downs, where at anchor their vessel rode,
Lumpoff Icywitz, serf to a former Count Nesselrode,
A cook of some fame, Who invented the same
Cold pudding that still bears the family name.
This accomplish'd, the Chef's peace of mind was restor'd,
And in due time a banquet was placed on the board
" In the very best style," which implies, in a word,
" All the dainties the season" (and King) " could afford."
There were snipes, there were rails,
There were woodcocks and quails,
There were peacocks served up in their pride (that is, tails),
Fricandeau, fricassees, Ducks and green peas,
Cotelettes a l'Indienne , and chops a la Soubise
(Which last you may call " onion sauce" if you please);
There were barbecued pigs. Stuff'd with raisins and figs,
Omelettes and haricots , stews and ragoats ,
And pork griskins, which Jews still refuse and abuse
Then the wines, — round the circle how swiftly they went!
Canary, Sack, Malaga, Malvoisie, Tent;
Old Hock from the Rhine, wine remarkably fine,
Of the Charlemagne vintage of seven ninety-nine, —
Five cent'ries in bottle had made it divine!
The rich juice of Roussillon, Gascoygne, Bordeaux,
Marasquin, Curaçoa, Kirschen Wasser, Noyeau
And Gin which the company voted " No Go;"
The guests all hob-nobbing, And bowing and bobbing;
Some prefer white wine, while others more value red,
Few, a choice few, Of more orthodox goat ,
Stick to " old crusted port," among whom was Sir Alured;
Never indeed at a banquet before.
Had that gallant commander enjoy'd himself more.
Then came " sweets" — served in silver were tartlets and pies — in glass,
Jellies composed of punch, calves' feet, and isinglass,
Creams, and whipt-syllabubs, some hot, some cool,
Blancmange , and quince-custards, and gooseberry fool.
And now from the good taste which reigns it's confest,
In a gentleman's, that is, an Englishman's, breast,
And makes him polite to a stranger and guest,
They soon play'd the deuce With a large Charlotte Russe ,
More than one of the party despatch'd his plate twice.
With " I'm really asham'd, but — another small slice!
Your dishes from Russia are really so nice!"
Then the prime dish of all! " There was nothing so good in
The whole of the Feed". One and all were agreed,
" As the great Lumpoff Icywitz' Nesselrode pudding!"
Sir Alured Denne, who'd all day, to say sooth,
Like Iago, been " plagued with a sad raging tooth,"
Which had nevertheless interfered very little
With his — what for rhyme I'm obliged to spell — vittle,
Requested a friend. Who sat near him to send
Him a spoonful of what he heard all so commend,
And begg'd to take wine with him afterwards, grateful
Because for a spoonful he'd sent him a plateful.
Having emptied his glass — he ne'er balk'd it or spill'd it —
The gallant Knight open'd his mouth — and then fill'd it
You must really excuse me — there's nothing could bribe
Me at all to go on and attempt to describe
The fearsome look then. Of Sir Alured Denne!
— Astonishment, horror, distraction of mind,
Rage, misery, fear, and iced pudding — combined!
Lip, forehead, and cheek — how these mingle and meet —
All colours, all hues, now advance, now retreat,
Now pale as a turnip, now crimson as beet!
How he grasps his arm-chair in attempting to rise,
See his veins how they swell! mark the roll of his eyes!
Now east and now west, now north and now south,
Till at once he contrives to eject from his mouth
That vile " spoonful" — what. He has got he knows not,
He isn't quite sure if it's cold or it's hot;
At last he exclaims, as he starts from his seat,
" A SNOWBALL by — — !" what I decline to repeat, —
'Twas the name of a bad place, for mention unmeet.
Then oh, what a volley! — a great many heard
What flow'd from his lips, and 'twere really absurd
To suppose that each man was not shock'd by each word.
A great many heard, too, with mix'd fear and wonder,
The terrible crash of the terrible thunder,
That broke as if bursting the building asunder;
But very few heard, although every one might,
The short, half-stifled shriek from the chair on the right,
Where the lady of Bonnington sat by her knight;
And very few saw — some — the number was small,
In the large ogive window that lighted the hall,
A small stony Saint in a small stony pall,
With a small stony mitre, and small stony crosier,
And small stony toes that owed nought to the hosier,
Beckon stonily downward to some one below,
As Merryman says, " for to come for to go!"
While every one smelt a delicious perfume,
That seem'd to pervade every part of the room!
Fair Edith Denne, The bonne et belle then,
Never again was beheld among men!
But there was the fauteuil on which she was placed,
And there was the girdle that graced her small waist,
And there was her stomacher, brilliant with gems,
And the mantle she wore, edged with lace at the hems,
Her rich brocade gown sat upright in its place,
And her wimple was there — but where — WHERE WAS HER FACE ?
'Twas gone with her body — and nobody knows,
Nor could any one present so much as suppose
How that Lady contrived to slip out of her clothes!
But 'twas done — she was quite gone — the how and the where,
No mortal was ever yet found to declare;
Though inquiries were made, and some writers record
That Sir Alured offer'd a handsome reward.
*****
King Edward went o'er to his wars in Guienne,
Taking with him his barons, his knights, and his men.
You may look through the whole. Of that King's muster-roll,
And you won't find the name of Sir Alured Denne;
But Chronicles tell that there formerly stood
A little old chapel in Bilsington wood;
The remains to this day, Archaeologists say,
May be seen, and I'd go there and look if I could.
There long dwelt a hermit remarkably good,
Who lived all alone, And never was known
To use bed or bolster, except the cold stone!
But would groan and would moan in so piteous a tone,
A wild Irishman's heart had responded " Och hone!"
As the fashion with hermits of old was to keep skins
To wear with the wool on — most commonly sheep-skins —
He, too, like the rest, was accustom'd to do so;
His beard, as no barber came near him, too, grew so,
He bore some resemblance to Robinson Crusoe,
In Houndsditch, I'm told, you'll sometimes see a Jew so.
He lived on the roots, And the cob-nuts and fruits,
Which the kind-hearted rustics, who rarely are churls
In such matters, would send by their boys and their girls;
They'd not get him to speak, If they'd tried for a week,
But the colour would always mount up in his cheek,
And he'd look like a dragon if ever he heard
His young friends use a naughty expression or word
How long he lived, or at what time he died,
'Twere hard, after so many years, to decide;
But there's one point, on which all traditions agree,
That he did die at last, leaving no legatee,
And his linen was mark'd with an A and a D.
Alas for the glories of Bonnington Hall!
Alas for its splendour! alas for its fall!
Long years have gone by. Since the trav'ller might spy
Any decentish house in the parish at all.
For very soon after the awful event
I've related, 'twas said through all that part of Kent
That the maids of a morning, when putting the chairs
And the tables to rights, would oft pop unawares
In one of the parlours, or galleries, or stairs,
On a tall, female figure, or find her, far horrider,
Slowly o' nights promenading the corridor;
But whatever the hour, or wherever the place,
No one could ever get sight of her face!
Nor could they perceive, Any arm in her sleeve,
While her legs and her feet, too, seem'd mere " make-believe,"
For she glided along with that shadow-like motion
Which gives one the notion
Of clouds on a zephyr, or ships on the ocean;
And though of her gown they could hear the silk rustle,
They saw but that side on't ornee with the bustle.
The servants, of course, though the house they were born in,
Soon " wanted to better themselves," and gave warning,
While even the new Knight grew tired of a guest
Who would not let himself or his family rest;
So he pack'd up his all, And made a bare wall
Of each well-furnish'd room in his ancestors' Hall,
Then left the old mansion to stand or to fall,
Having previously barr'd up the windows and gates,
To avoid paying cesses and taxes and rates,
And settled on one of his other estates,
Where he built a new mansion, and call'd it Denne Hill,
And there his descendants reside, I think, still.
Poor Bonnington, empty, or left, at the most,
To the joint occupation of rooks and a Ghost,
Soon went to decay, And moulder'd away,
But whether it dropp'd down at last I can't say,
Or whether the jackdaws produced, by degrees, a
Spontaneous combustion like that one at Pisa
Some cent'ries ago, I'm sure I don't know,
But you can't find a vestige now ever so tiny,
" Perierunt ," as some one says, " etiam ruinae "
MORAL
The first maxim a couple of lines may be said in,
If you are in a passion, don't swear at a wedding!
Whenever you chance to be ask'd out to dine,
Be exceedingly cautious — don't take too much wine!
In your eating remember one principal point,
Whatever you do, have your eye on the joint!
Keep clear of side dishes, don't meddle with those
Which the servants in livery, or those in plain clothes,
Poke over your shoulders and under your nose;
Or, if you must live on the fat of the land,
And feed on fine dishes you don't understand,
Buy a good book of cookery! I've a compact one,
First-rate of the kind, just brought out by Miss Acton,
This will teach you their names, the ingredients they're made of,
And which to indulge in, and which be afraid of,
Or else, ten to one, between ice and cayenne,
You'll commit yourself some day, like Alured Denne.
" To persons about to be married," I'd say,
Don't exhibit ill-humour, at least on The Day!
And should there perchance be a trifling delay
On the part of officials, extend them your pardon,
And don't snub the parson, the clerk, or churchwarden!
To married men this — For the rest of your lives,
Think how your misconduct may act on your wives!
Don't swear then before them, lest haply they faint,
Or what sometimes occurs — run away with a Saint!???
[Source: https://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:pYr5D6u0HkYJ:https://www.poetrynook.com/poem/blasphemers-warning+&cd=98&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=ca] | DE DENNE, Sir Alured (I13140)
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| 3407 |
of Flood Lane at time of burial. | DUNCAN, Archibald (I2210)
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| 3408 |
of Gray's Inn d.s.p. | DENNE, Thomas (I13622)
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| 3409 |
of Gray's Inn, barrister at law | DENNE, John (I13640)
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| 3410 |
of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. | MORNINGSTAR, Dorothy (I12031)
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| 3411 |
of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. | MORNINGSTAR, Marietta (I12033)
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| 3412 |
of Hinxhill. | SUTTON, John (I18950)
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| 3413 |
of Langley, BC 2008
North Delta Senior Secondary Grad Class of 1983
David Souder -- 2008 Thought I'd update my information from 5 years ago. I can't believe it is now 25 years since we graduated. I have changed jobs, I'm now B.C. Distribuor Sales Manager for Canada Bread Food Service. We are part of the Maple Leaf Foods family. Shelley and I have been married for 16 years, my lovely daughter Nicole is 13, and my awesome son Bryan is 9. We live the Canadian dream out here in Walnut Grove. We've been in our current house for 10 years. We have been on the roller coaster ride from newlyweds to new babies to first day at school to Grade 7 graduation. I still find it odd to be "Dad" taking the boys up to 7-11 for a Slurpee. Seems like just yesterday I was the 9 year old boy in the back seat of the Ford Torino. Life is good. We travel lots in the summer, get out on our little boat as much as we can and drop the top in the old mustang to drive to the beach for ice cream. I found out in subsequent years that when I was a kid I suffered from Tourettes Syndrome which led to some pretty severe depression in my teens. Man, I wish they had Paxil back then!! I was pretty quiet and "distracted" in school....if I seemed withdrawn or unfriendly it wasn't my intention. I envied people who were so layed back and seemed so happy in school, were so involved. However...that was a long time ago and life is very very good!! I wish the same for all my fellow grads. If anyone wants to say hello please contact me
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David Souder -- 2004
After High School I worked for a few years to bank some money to attend BCIT and avoid the whole student loan thing. I graduated in 1990 from the Marketing Program, and along the way was elected President of the Student Association during my second year. It was a great experience. From there I worked for Maple Leaf Foods in sales for 5 years, brokered some food lines for a few years at Summit Marketing, and since 1998 I have been a National Account Manager for Premium Brands Food Group based in Vancouver. Please frequent White Spot and Boston Pizza, they are two of my biggest accounts! Career is going well I'm happy to say. I have traveled through most of the US and Mexico on pleasure and business. Europe continues to elude me, though. One of these years...
I met my lovely wife Shelley in 1991 when I was living on my boat in North Vancouver. After a few months I moved into her apartment in Kits, sold the boat, and that's all she wrote. We now have two fantastic kids, Nicole 9, and Bryan 5. They both look like my wife, thank God. My wife comes from a very good gene pool by the way, after two little ones she is 5 foot 7, 105 pounds, hot!!! ( she asked me to put that in). We live in a nice house in Walnut Grove, and through good luck Shelley has been home with the kids for 10 years. I still miss my boat, however. ( I always wanted to live on a boat ever since I saw "Quincy" doing it back in the 70's, but that's another story).
I had a blast at the reunion. It was an absolute success. I echo what other people have said - our class has not aged. If anyone wants to contact me, sell me something or stalk me, email me.
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David Souder -- 1983
Saying: Yeah that's my car, so what about it?
Pet Peeve: Pennies and preppies
Pet Name: Bimbo
Event: Playing frisbee on my spare.
Plans: Travel, university & buy a 2 door car.
Last Will: Refuse the cruise! Leave it to Beaver | SOUDER, David (I11755)
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| 3414 |
of London, merchant, and of Dane House, Kent | DENNE, Henry (I13655)
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| 3415 |
of Monrovia, California, U.S.A. | MORNINGSTAR, Leroy (I12037)
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| 3416 |
Of Mystole, Chartham, Kent. | FAGG, Rev'd Sir John Bart. (I7301)
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| 3417 |
of Nethersole. | NETHERSOLE, Stephen Esq (I13636)
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| 3418 |
of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada.
Possible brother:
Morningstar, David Louis (Died on 25 Aug 2018)
appeared in St. Catharines Standard (St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada), 29 Aug 2018, D6
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Survivors:
Spouse(s)- Morningstar, Jackie
Children - Kanzen, Jill; Philip, Melissa; David; Jeffrey
Sibling(s)- Mokry, Dorothy; Slade, Marietta; Presto, Audrey; Leiding, Alma; Leroy; Edward
Predeceased by:
Parent(s) - Morningstar, Raymond; Morningstar, Marie
Personal Information:
He retired from General Motors in 2001 and later worked as a shuttle driver for Day Ford and later as a driver for Automotive Warehouse
Cremation
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Date of Publication:
29 Aug 2018
Date Of Event:
25 Aug 2018
Last Name(s):
Morningstar
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English
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St. Catharines, ON L2R7K2
905-688-6103 | MORNINGSTAR, David (I12034)
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| 3419 |
of Ottreply; living 17 Edw. II. 1324; dead 20 Edw. II. 1326-7.
* “This ancient family,” says Philpot, “descended from Henry de Apuldrefield, of Apuldrefield, in Coudham, who was in the catalogue of those eminent Kentish gentlemen who were engaged with Richard I. at the siege of Acre, in Palestine.” | APULDERFIELD, John de (I12579)
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| 3420 |
Of Peckham, Camberwell, Surrey who succeeded his brother, Edward, as groom-porter to Queen Elizabeth I. | CORNWALLIS, Francis (I9699)
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| 3421 |
of Quix, in the Isle of Thanet. | CRISPE, John (I13125)
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| 3422 |
of St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada.
Possible brother:
Morningstar, David Louis (Died on 25 Aug 2018)
appeared in St. Catharines Standard (St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada), 29 Aug 2018, D6
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Media Type:
Genealogical Resource
Text
Newspaper
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Survivors:
Spouse(s)- Morningstar, Jackie
Children - Kanzen, Jill; Philip, Melissa; David; Jeffrey
Sibling(s)- Mokry, Dorothy; Slade, Marietta; Presto, Audrey; Leiding, Alma; Leroy; Edward
Predeceased by:
Parent(s) - Morningstar, Raymond; Morningstar, Marie
Personal Information:
He retired from General Motors in 2001 and later worked as a shuttle driver for Day Ford and later as a driver for Automotive Warehouse
Cremation
Photo
Date of Publication:
29 Aug 2018
Date Of Event:
25 Aug 2018
Last Name(s):
Morningstar
Language of Item:
English
Copyright Statement:
Copyright status unknown. Responsibility for determining the copyright status and any use rests exclusively with the user.
Contact
St. Catharines Public Library
Email special.collections@stcatharines.library.on.ca
WWW address http://www.stcatharines.library.on.ca
Agency street/mail address 54 Church St.
St. Catharines, ON L2R7K2
905-688-6103 | MORNINGSTAR, Edward (I12027)
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| 3423 |
of St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada. | MORNINGSTAR, Audrey (I12035)
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| 3424 |
of St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada. | MORNINGSTAR, Alma (I12036)
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| 3425 |
of St. Nicholas at Wade | BRIDGES, Thomas Esq. (I8379)
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| 3426 |
of Surrey, B.C. 2008 | SOUDER, John (I11754)
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| 3427 |
of the family of the Barons Willoughby of Eresby, seated at Eresby Manor near Spilsby, Lincolnshire.
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Will of Robert lord Willoughby as to his manors, lands, tenements, rents, services and advowsons in the hands of his feoffees to uses.
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Title: Will of Robert lord Willoughby as to his manors, lands, tenements, rents, services and advowsons in the hands of his feoffees to uses.
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1. Elizabeth his wife to have her dower of all manors, but in such a way as not to impede his will.
2. Manors of Willoughby, Orby, Toft with Willoughby House, Hiptoft Hall, Scrayng, Fulstow, Arsik, Fodryngey and Thorp fees in Partney with Halton mill, Gt. Steeping and Somercotes with the warren to remain in the feoffees' hand for six years after his death.
The feoffees, from the profits of these manors are to cause an arch to be made in his chantry at Metyngham co. Suffolk and below it a monument for himself and his wife, the whole to cost 200 marks. The remainder of the profits to go to the executors, for the payment of legacies.
3. The manors of Wispington, Fulletby, Raithby W. Keal, Langton cum Whitehall, Cockerington, Carlton, Sibsey, Stickford, Hundleby, Toynton, Friskney, Skirbeck, Screvylby, Skidbrook, Saltfleethaven a rent charge of £20.13.4 payable by Ralph lord Cromwell out of the manors of Tattershall, Thorpe and Kirkbyon Bain, the manors of Burgh Malbertoft and the house in London called Bascurt are to remain with the feoffees till all the testators' debts are paid.
4. All annuities which he has granted or will grant are to be maintained.
5. The feoffees are to pay to two or three men nominated by his sister Alice de Wilughby, nun of Carrow, a pension of 40 shillings per annum, for Alice's life.
6. The feoffees are to appropriate the church of Halton (Holgate) with the profits of the manors of Toynton and Skidbrooke, to the chantry of Holy Trinity Spilsby as the will of Robert's father, William lord Willoughby, ordained.
If this cannot be done the feoffees are to pay £40 per year to the chantry.
7. Before the feoffees deliver seizin to the heir or heirs of the manors in Norfolk and Suffolk, they are to exact from them bonds not to upset the testator's will.
8. Elizabeth his wife is to have for life the manors of Eresby and Spilsby and a third of the manors of Skidbrook, Toynton, Spycerland and of Bascourt house.
9. The reversions of the manors of Fulstow, Theddlethorp, Hamby, Fenton, Eresby and Spilsby and of the thirds of Skidbrooke, Toynton, Spycerland and Bascourt to return to Robert's heir or heirs.
10. Reversions of Edgefield, Ellinghams and Walcott Easthall in co. Norfolk, held for life by the testator's brother Thomas, are to return to Robert after the death of Thomas.
11. Reversion of Walcott Westhall, held for life by Thomas son of sir Thomas Willoughby, is to return to Robert.
12. An assurance is to be made to Richard Yenburgh of Yarborough and John Preston of South Reston to save them harmless in a bond of £400 in which they are bound to sir John Salbayn.
13. A similar assurance is to be made to sir William Tyrwhitt, Richard Yerburgh and John Wyles of Northolme for a bond of £120.13.4 to the earl of Suffolk.
14. A similar assurance is to be made to Richard Yerburgh and John Wyles in a bond of £200 for Robert to William Walton citizen of London.
15. A similar assurance to the same for all bonds in which they are held.
16. John Ashe is to have a pension of 26.8d. for life, out the manor of Spilsby and after the death of John Chaumberlayn who now has it.
17. The feoffees are to make to Edward Caden a sufficient estate of an annuity of 40 shillings from the manor of Gt. Steeping.
18. A similar estate to Mr. Geoffrey Rydell of 20 marks from Orby.
Seal tag Endorsed 5 Voluntas Roberti domini de Wylughby militis.
Date: Sandwich, 25 July, 1435
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An abstract of a will dated at Eresby 9 Jan. 1449 is printed by A. Gibbons, Early Lincoln Wills (1888) p. 173 from Ep. Reg. XVIII, f.2. No probate is attached but it was presumably the will proved; it names the feoffees and is much simpler in its provisions than the earlier document.
Held by: Lincolnshire Archives, not available at The National Archives | WILLOUGHBY, Sir John (I15172)
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of the Inner Temple, barrister at law, buried in the Temple Church 1648 s.p. | DENNE, John (I13623)
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of the Quay at time of burial. | HERMAN, Edward (I3222)
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At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. | Living (I11127)
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of Whetley, widow.
Her Will 17: C1038, 1637 1642 Week St. Mary. | BATTE, Thamsine BATE aka (I14941)
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of Willesborough | CARTER, James (I7233)
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Of Willesborough at time of burial. | WORGER, Edward (I10548)
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Officiant for this baptism was W. Hocker, Curate of Halwell
Birth registration Sep Qtr 1842, Okehampton District, vol. 10, p. 147.
Possible death:
LAST NAME: HILL
GIVEN NAMES: AARON
DATE OF DEATH: 19/02/1923
AGE: 86
UNITS OF AGE: YEARS SEX: MALE
PLACE OF DEATH: SELKIRK
REGISTRATION NUMBER: 1923,008289
REGISTRATION DATE: | HILL, Aaron (I327)
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Officiant for this baptism was W. Hocker, Curate of Halwell
Birth registration: Identical to that of Aaron's
HILL, PHILIP WOODMAN
GRO Reference: 1842 S Quarter in OKEHAMPTON Volume 10 Page 147 | HILL, Philip (I326)
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Old Pedigree Resource File on FamilySearch.org
Spouse
Ann /STRONG/
Marriage
about 1820
Calstock?CON
NOTES (1)
Census 1851: Higher Smilland,Bridestowe,DEV, tin and copper miner, widower.
Census 1861: Tavistock,DEV. | HILL, Robert (I413)
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Old Pedigree Resource File on FamilySearch.org
Spouse
Elizabeth /HITCHINGS/
Marriage
27 May 1860
Calstock,CON,ENG
NOTES (2)
1861 Census: 1 Kelly Cotts,Calstock,CON.
1871 Census: West Wood Row,East Cramlington,NBL
Marriage entered in Calstock parish register.
Birth
1832
Bridestowe,DEV,ENG
Christening
16 April 1832
Widecombe,DEV,ENG
Death
November 1871
Cramlington,NBL,ENG
Burial
19 November 1871
Cramlington,NBL,ENG
CITING THIS RECORD
"Pedigree Resource File," database, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/2:2:SYRR-XHB : accessed 25 August 2019), entry for William Edward /HILL/; file (2:2:2:MM72-5YQ), submitted 14 May 2011. | HILL, William Edward (I6990)
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Olindo PENNY and Alethea PITCHER are 4th cousins 1 time removed. Their common ancestors are John VERGE and Honora . | PITCHER, Alethea (I2)
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Oliver John Tilby Ann m 19 Nov 1689 both of Lenham - lic married at Canterbury, St. Margaret
Gedmatch DNA match to Ronald Tilby: A390745
1 George Tilby (b. ABT 1730)
. + Hannah Feversham (b. ABT 1732, of, Ryarsh, Kent, England)
. . 2 Robert Tilby (d. 11 AUG 1781)
. . . + Judith Sedex (b. ABT 1755)
. . . . 3 Robert Tilby (b. 15 SEP 1776, Teynham, Kent, England, d. OCT 1856, , , England)
. . . . . + Mary Ann Clackett (b. ABT 1776, Boughton, Kent, England, d. 1822, , , England)
. . . . . . 4 John Tilby (b. 6 FEB 1820, Luddenham, Kent, England, d. 17 SEP 1895, Chester, Sanpete, Utah)
. . . . . . . + Mary Ann Underdown (b. 6 AUG 1822, Folkestone, Kent, England, d. 17 APR 1908, Fountain Green, Sanpete, Utah)
. . . . . . . . 5 John Robert Tilby (b. 21 NOV 1860, Moroni, Sanpete, Utah, d. 27 OCT 1946, Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah)
. . . . . . . . . + Lucy Amilla Stevens (b. 19 FEB 1864, Shonesburg, Washington, Utah, d. 8 JUN 1915, Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah)
. . . . . . . . . . 6 Borney Elisha Tilby (b. 8 DEC 1882, Chester, Sanpete, Utah, d. 14 JAN 1964, Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona)
. . . . . . . . . . . + Mary Victoria Starling (b. 18 JUN 1885, Slocomb, Geneva, Alabama, d. 15 JUL 1958, Boise, Ada, Idaho)
. . . . . . . . . . . . 7 Jay Oliver Tilby (b. 11 DEC 1907, Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah, d. 6 JUL 2003, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah)
. . . . . . . . . . . . . + Mary Pratt (b. 24 JUL 1913, Otto, Big Horn, Wyoming, d. 16 JUN 1989, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah)
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8 LIVING
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . + LIVING
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 LIVING | TILBY, Ann (I6348)
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On 1911 census she is known as Ann and shows married 32 years, 2 children born, 2 children living, 0 children deceased. | MILSTED, Georgiana (I2628)
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On 2 November 1897 the Free Protestant Episcopal Church of England was formed with the union of the Free Protestant Church, the Ancient British Church, and the Nazarene Episcopal Church, with Dr. Checkemian as its first Primus. Dr. Checkemian retained the headship of the United Armenian Catholic Church as an separate organisation from this union. The FPEC was inaugurated on the above date in St. Stephen's Church, East Ham, London when Dr. Checkemian, Dr. Stevens, and Dr. James Martin first consecrated George W.L. Maeers (for the Spanish Reformed Episcopal Church) and Frederick W. Boucher to the episcopal bench.
At the Synod which created the Free Protestant Episcopal Church of England on 2 November 1897, Bishop James Martin of the Nazarene Episcopal Ecclesia assisted Archbishop Leon Checkemian of the Free Protestant Church of England and Archbishop Charles Isaac Stevens of the Ancient British Church in consecrating Bishops Frederick W. Boucher, George W.L. Maeers, and Andrew Charles Albert McLaglen.
Bishop George Walter Lewis Maeers (born in 1855 in Kent) was consecrated to be an assistant bishop to the Reformed Episcopal Church in Spain and nothing more is known of him.
Source: http://netministries.org/see/churches/ch30239?frame=N | MAEERS, George Walter Lewis (I3022)
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On baptism described as "son of George of Whitley".
Married in the Will of Jane Leigh, (PCC 447 Aylett 1655 (Week St. Mary).
His Will 38: 1716 (Week St. Mary), butcher.
See Whitley 3 p513 for William's marriage and children | COLWILL, William (I14934)
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On baptism in 1783 mother is recorded as Anne.
Possible burial:
June 5, 1825, resident at Upper Bristol Road, age 42 years, buried at Bathwick, St. Mary.
Also on 17 Aug 1825 Catherine Elliott resident at Upper Bristol Road, aged 77 years [bc 1748], was buried out of Walcot St. Swithin's church. This is too much of a co-incidence for her not to be related i.e. a sister of John Elliott. | ELLIOTT, Anne (I11869)
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On baptism John son of Thomas of Wye. | RIGDEN, John ^ (I13525)
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On baptism of Judith father is described as being Thomas Baker of Ford.
He is recorded as being a "hard hewer" on his burial entry.
DONE=Will Baker Adrian Folkestone 1546 1546 PRC/17/24/109 1546
Act Baker Thomas Folkestone 1546 PRC/3/11/71 1546
DONE=Will Baker Thomas Folkestone Broadmead 1547 1547 PRC/17/26/90a 1547
DONE=Will Baker Elizabeth Folkestone 1547 1548 PRC/17/25/196a
DONE=Will Baker William Folkestone 1543 1543 PRC/17/23/84
DONE=Will Baker Thomas Folkestone 1512 1512 PRC/17/12/241
DONE=Will Baker Nicholas Folkestone 1506 1506 PRC/17/10/196
DONE= Will Baker Robert Folkestone Broadmead 1504 1504 PRC/17/9/204
DONE=Will Baker John Folkestone 1502 1503 PRC/17/8/264b
DONE=Will Baker John Folkestone 1464 PRC/17/1/164b
DONE-Will Baker Thomas Folkestone 1615 1615 PRC/17/55/302 AD PRC/16/152 B/19 1615
DONE=Will Baker John Folkestone Foord 1548 1548 PRC/17/26/150b
DONE=Will Baker John Folkestone 1555 1555 PRC/17/30/166b
DONE=Will Baker John Folkestone 1556 1556 PRC/17/30/251b PRC/16/20 B/4 OW & court 1556
DONE=Will Baker Thomas Folkestone 1557 1557 PRC/17/32/210 1557
DONE=***Will Baker Thomas Folkestone 1593 1593 PRC/17/49/50 PRC/16/101 B/2 1593
DONE=Will Baker Edmond Folkestone 1597 1597 PRC/17/50/192 PRC/16/109 B/18 1597
DONE-Will Baker William Folkestone 1561 1561 PRC/17/35/255 PRC/16/33 B/3 1561
DONE=Will Baker William Folkestone 1552 1552 PRC/17/29/183c PRC/16/13 B/18 1552
DONE=Will Baker Edmund Folkestone 1679 1680 PRC/17/75/6 PRC/16/303 B/24 1680
DONE=Will Baker William Folkestone 1543 1543 PRC/17/23/84 1543
DONE=Will Baker Thomas Folkestone 1559 1560 PRC/17/35/63b PRC/16/31 B/2 1560
DONE=Will Baker John Folkestone 1562 1563 PRC/17/37/101 PRC/16/37 B/19 1563
DONE=Will Baker Leonard Folkestone 1589 1590 PRC/17/47/384 PRC/16/94 B/4 1590
DONE=Will Baker Thomas Folkestone 1629 1630 PRC/32/49/130 PRC/16/194 B/18 1630
DONE= Will Baker Thomas Folkestone 1682 1682 PRC/17/76/9 PRC/16/307 B/3
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Inv Baker Thomas Folkestone 1615 PRC/10/40/117 Will 1615
Inv Baker William Folkestone 1568 PRC/10/3/39 1568
Inv Baker Thomas Folkestone 1629 PRC/28/15/223 Will 1629
(3) William Baker of Folkestone: probate of will, 1562
(6) Leonard Baker of Folkestone: probate of will, 1590;
EK-U270 - RADNOR MANUSCRIPTS
2 - Title Deeds
FindingNo EK/U270/T277
Title Testamentary papers: various familes
at Kent Archives
(8) Thomas Baker: probate of will, 1512;
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22) 1673 Mr Edmond BAKER jurist and Affry MARCH, widow, January 6th .1681 John KING Esquire and Margaret CAINE by Licence July 23rd .at Flk
dbl 1648 Mrs Ann BAKER, widow, October 4th. at Flk
83. In The Church Yard, is an Altar Tomb, for Robert HAMMOND Esq. 1722. Ann his Wife 1749. William his Son 1753, and 4 ancient ones not legible and Headstones in Memory of BAYLEY, BRUMLEY, BROWN, BAKER, BOXER, CLARK, CULLEN, CORNISH, COLLAR, CORNES, CASTLE, CHESMAN, EMPTAGE, FULLER, FEARNE GOODE, GODDEN, GITTINS, GILL, GREENLAND, HAMPTON, HAWKES, HUNT, HALL, HOLDSTOCK, JACOBS, JOHNCOCK, KENNET, KING, KELLEY, MANINGS, MILTON, MAJOR, MARSH, MINTER, MARTIN, NICHOLLS, OLDFEILD, POPE, POLHILL, PILCHER, PETTET, PENFEILD, PISING, RAMSEY, RUTTON, ROUTHAN, REEVE, ROGERS, SLADDEN, SANDFORD, SLATER, SMITH, STEVENSON, STRESWICK, SEERE, SPEARPOINT, SQUIRE, SMITHSON, STACE, VERRIER, WOOD, WATSON, WELLARD – with Many others not legible. at Flk
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Will of Thomas Baker, jurat of Folkestone, 1593
son Thomas Baker gets messuage at Eastbrooke 16 acres called Mordifeilde
son Robert Baker gets land called Brodewaye and Hunters Meede and one lodge by the sea side
son Henry gets one close lying at Ford of 5 acres
son Richard Baker shares 7 acres at Hye, plus other lands
daughters Alice, Joane and Hester both under 21
sister Badle
wife Elizabeth
father-in-law Thomas Palmer, father of wife Elizabeth
son-in-law Thomas Jenkin
son-in-law Thomas Tydeman
Thomas Baker, jurat of Folkestone, 1629
wife Annes
son Thomas - mansion house at Northy field
son Edmund Baker
daughters Elizabeth Nicolls, Jane, Anne and Martha
brother Robert Baker | BAKER, Thomas (I14770)
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On baptism, father is listed as a sailor.
Herbert was born 13 August 1887 at St. John's, son of Jonathon Pitcher of Old Bonaventure and Miriam Churchill of Portugal Coveand. He was baptized on 14 September 1887 at the Church of England Cathedral.
He joined the Royal Newfoundland Regiment in Jul 1915 and was assigned Regimental # 1729. He lived at 148 New Gower Street at the time. He spent time at the depot in Ayr, Scotland and went to France in 1918 and was selected for a boat race at Paris.
He returned home in May of 1919 and was demobilized in June of that year! . He was married to Mary Susan Smith of Southport Trinity Bay. Susan passed away 25 July 1925.
He signed his papers to petition for naturalization in the United States on 1 August 1929. Herbert is listed in the 1930 census for Bronx, New York with his wife Eva L. [born about 1892 in Cincinnati] She was working as a teacher and Herbert was a salesman. Herbert signed his naturalization papers on 12 January 1931 and at that time he was living at 4064 Bronx Blvd, Bronx, NY.
Herbert returned to Newfoundland for a visit August 1935 - at that time he was listed as a widow. Herbert died in New York on 3 February 1953.
Herbert's brother, Frederick Charles Pitcher, was also a member of the Royal Newfoundland Regiment
Another brother, James Pitcher also enlisted but was rejected at the time due to sickness.
Message written on the back of a postcard:
To Mrs. A. Winsor
#10 Central Street, St. John's, Newfoundland.
Dear Janet March 11 1916-
This is a postal of the Band. I suppose you will recognize Ches Peet.
Tell Charlie Piercy that Fred left this afternoon for the front.
Give my love to all at home. Will be having some photos later this week.
Will send one.
Love to Mother and all the family.
Bye Bye. From Brother Herb.
[Source: http://ngb.chebucto.org/NFREG/WWI/ww1-add-pitcher1729.shtml] | PITCHER, Herbert (I637)
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On baptism: renatus fuit eodem die. | FOX, Francis (I19182)
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On baptism: s/o John cuius suscepores fuere Henricus Symons, Thomas Foxe, Katherina Collman, et Elizabetha Foxe | FOX, Thomas (I19180)
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On burial described as "son of George". | COLWILL, George ^ (I14933)
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On burial described as a "young man" and he died of the plague. | SYLVER, James ✝ (I17114)
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