too well remembered the last words of the author
alike of their highest glories and of their deepest misfortunes, and had
returned to the church to which he so vainly attempted to lure back his
own descendants. Our great authority on genealogical matters, Sir
Bernard Burke, appears to doubt whether the race is actually extinct;
and we may well imagine that, like the Fogges, still grander in their
earliest history, some distant scions of the house may yet be found in
humbler life, illustrating in their lowlier fortunes those strange
vicissitudes which attended it from the very beginning. However this may
be, we may feel thankful that one at least of the |
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historic mansions it occupied,
through so many eventful generations, is now possessed by a family which
will leave its mark in the records of the county, and of the empire
itself; and that the "libro d'oro" of our own century
will still indicate Hempsted as the dwelling-place of statesmen, and men
fitted, like the Guldefords of old, to serve their Queen and their
country; and, I may add, to be also the faithful protectors of that
Church to which in the days of Elizabeth, the Warwicks, the Leicesters,
and the Sydneys so nobly and faithfully ministered. |