The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., Volume 159

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Edw. Cave, 1736-[1868], 1836 - English essays

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The death notice of Hon Sophia Ward reported in the Gentleman's Magazine is completely wrong, in crucial areas. Her parents are misattributed, they were not her parents! And she was not a widow as stated, or married to the man mentioned. She remained unmarried.
This is a complete cock-up. And although the clues are there - after all why was she named Ward, when her alleged parents didn't have that surname, and neither did her alleged husband - and why was she termed "the Honourable", when allegedly was simply the daughter of a Dean! - I still wasted a few hours on this nonsense.
For the record, Sophia Ward was in fact the second daughter of Edward, 1st Viscount Bangor, of Castle Ward, Co. Down, and his wife Anne, daughter of John, 1st Earl of Darnley. Their family name was Ward. She died unmarried in 1836. And was an interesting woman, who is still remembered by the continuation of a charitable trust to relieve poverty. The trust was established by the terms of her will and continues to the present day.

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