Asquith's Final Years and Death
Towards the end of his life, Asquith became a wheelchair user after suffering a stroke. He died at his country home The Wharf, Sutton Courtenay, Berkshire in 1928. Margot died in 1945. They are both buried at All Saints' Church, Sutton Courtenay (now in Oxfordshire); Asquith requested that there should be no public funeral.
Asquith's estate was probated at £9,345 on 9 June 1928 (about £420 thousand today), a modest amount for so prominent a man. In the 1880s and 1890s he had earned a handsome income as a barrister, but in later years had found it increasingly difficult to sustain his lavish lifestyle, and his mansion at 20 Cavendish Square had had to be sold in the 1920s. A blue plaque unveiled in 1951 commemorates Asquith at Cavendish Square.
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