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Francis Fane, 1st Earl of Westmorland (1 February 1580 – 23 March 1629), KB (styled Sir Francis Fane between 1603 and 1624 [1]) of Mereworth in Kent and of Apethorpe in Northamptonshire was an English landowner and politician who sat in the House of Commons between 1601 and 1624 and then was raised to the Peerage as Earl of Westmorland . Origins.
- Mary Mildmay (1599-1628)
Francis Fane, 12.º Conde de Westmorland, cuarto hijo del precediendo, era también un soldado señalado. Introduzca el ejército en 1843 y servido a través del Punjab campaña de 1846; estuvo hecho asesor-de-acampar al gobernador-general en 1848, y distinguido él en la Batalla de Gujrat el 21 de febrero de 1849.
29 de abr. de 2022 · Francis Fane, 1st Earl of Westmorland was born in February 1579/80.1 He was the son of Sir Thomas Fane and Mary Neville, Baroness le Despenser.2 He married Mary Mildmay, daughter of Sir Anthony Mildmay, circa 15 February 1598/99.1 He died on 23 March 1628 at age 48.1.
Author: Fane, Francis, Sir, d. 1689? Title: The sacrifice a tragedy / by the Honorable Sir Francis Fane. Rights/Permissions: The University of Michigan Library provides access to these keyboarded and encoded editions of the works for educational and research purposes. These transcriptions are believed to be in the public domain in the United ...
Colonel Francis William Henry Fane, 12th Earl of Westmorland CB, DL (19 November 1825 – 3 August 1891), styled Lord Burghersh between 1851 and 1859, was a British Army Officer and racehorse owner.
- 19 November 1825
- Colonel
- Army
Francis Fane was created Earl of Westmorland in 1624. An estate at Sharlston (Yorkshire, West Riding) entered the family through the 6th Earl’s marriage in 1707 to Catherine, daughter and heir of Thomas Stringer of Sharlston. The Apethorpe estate was sold in 1904 to Henry Brassey, later Baron Brassey.
Gods, lend me patience for some drowsie minutes, By your revengeful selves, I'll send the Drug back. With full career, lest your vext Powers shou'd want it, And from my Fingers snatch the long'd-for Prey. My Love rejected, and my Service slighted, And the great Heiress of the World bestow'd.
