She was christened at St. Clement's, Dartmouth, Devon, on 24 Nov 1779.
She married Thomas Lister on 06 Jan 1800 at St. Clement's, Dartmouth, Devon.
A monument was erected to her memory on the East wall of St. Stephen's Chapel in Lichfield Cathedral.
------
Obituary in "The Morning Post" 08 Dec 1802:
On the 4th inst. at Stoke Cliff, near Dartmouth, after a long and painful illness, which she bore with the most exemplary fortitude, Mrs. Lister, wife of Thomas Lister, Esq. L.L.D. of Gower-street, Bedford-square, and youngest daughter of John Seale, Esq. of Mount Boone, in the county of Devon.
She was christened at St. Clement's, Dartmouth, Devon, on 24 Nov 1779.
She married Thomas Lister on 06 Jan 1800 at St. Clement's, Dartmouth, Devon.
A monument was erected to her memory on the East wall of St. Stephen's Chapel in Lichfield Cathedral.
------
Obituary in "The Morning Post" 08 Dec 1802:
On the 4th inst. at Stoke Cliff, near Dartmouth, after a long and painful illness, which she bore with the most exemplary fortitude, Mrs. Lister, wife of Thomas Lister, Esq. L.L.D. of Gower-street, Bedford-square, and youngest daughter of John Seale, Esq. of Mount Boone, in the county of Devon.
Inscription
To the Memory
of Harriett Anne Lister,
Wife of Thomas Lister, Esq. LL.D.
of Armitage Park, in this county,
and youngest Daughter of John Seale,
of Mount Boone, in the county of Devon, Esq.
She died Dec. 5th, 1802, aged 24;
Leaving issue one son, Thomas Henry.
Pure as her life, and spotless as her mind,
Celestial spirits guard the sacred earth,
Where in her cold and early grave enshrin'd
Sleeps the fair image of angelic worth!
Long o'er her couch whilst pale Consumption hung
And seiz'd with icy hand the rose of youth;
Submission's gentlest accents graced her tongue;
Still beam'd her eyes, inform'd by heav'nly truth.
Yet from those eyes one tear of nature stole,
As round her faded form unconscious prest
A smiling infant; and without control,
A doating husband's anguish stood confest.
Harriett! but e'en whilst health and joy were thine,
God's awful word still sway'd thy sainted breast:
Go then, and as thou liv'dst in hope divine,
To glory rise, and be for ever blest.
Family Members
Advertisement
Explore more
Sponsored by Ancestry
Advertisement
