Early Life
Mercy Parsons was born c. 1703 and baptised on the 27
th of July that year at
Bredon in Worcestershire. Her parents were
Charles Parsons (the Parsons were an important landholding family in
Kemerton though Charles as the younger son had obviously moved to nearby Bredon) and
Mary (or possibly
Mercy)
Turner.
Family Life
Mercy married
Thomas Hayward, heir of the nearby
Quedgeley estate, on the 12
th of December 1732 at
St Giles church in Bredon. Together they had at least four children:
- Frances, born 1733
- Charles, bapt. 1736 but possibly not of this family (see next child)
- Thomas, also bapt. 1736 in Quedgeley a few months after Charles
- William, bap. 1743, who subsequently changed his surname to Hayward-Winstone upon receiving an inheritance from his uncle, and who married Elizabeth Wayne
Death
Mercy died on the 6
th of February 1777. A monumental inscription at Quedgeley church reads as follows
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Sacred to the memory of Thomas HAYWARD, Esq., of Wolstrop, in this Parish, who by a wise and impartial administration of justice served his country on the Bench and in the Senate, with equal candor and discernment. Dying on the 14th of March 1781, aged 75.
As also his truly amiable wife MERCY, the daughter of Charles PARSONS, Esq., of Breedon, in the county of Worcester, who died February 6th, 1777, aged 72,
by whom he had issue THOMAS, who died in his infancy, FRANCES, CHARLES and WILLIAM, William enjoying the name and estates of Thomas WINSTONE, Esq., of Oldbury House, in this county.
Charles, as the present heir, erects this monument in memory of these the best of parents.
Here rest in peace consigned to native dust,
This honor'd pair, who, faithful to their trust,
Through life's whole day pursu'd one even track,
And, as the night drew near, with joy look'd back.
Her sense, good humour, dignity and ease
Which taught each action of her life to please,
Soften'd at once and happily refin'd
The sterner virtues of his manly mind,
Where honour shone with undiminished ray
And firm integrity bore constant sway;
Who mot profuse, though charitably great,
Ope'd wide to all, his hospitable gate.
Happy the few who in these paths have trod,
And lov'd their neighbour in the love of God.