Coat of Arms & Crest
There is no official registry that recognizes a Lister/Lyster coat of arms, but Listers of Yorkshire-descent use the one granted to John Lyster de Derby. It is a shield divided horizontally in three, the middle being black with three large white five-pointed stars. Six small staggered crosses with bell-bottomed bases are on the white strip at the top, and seven are on the bottom.
The crest which appears atop the coat of arms is a dagger impaling a laurel wreath, from Carlow Ireland (Queen's County). This is listed in Fairburn's Crests, designated "LYSTER, Ire."
The family motto is variously 'Retinens vestiga famae' (Following in the footsteps of fame), or 'Facta, non verba' (Deeds, not words).
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