Family
Powell's first marriage on 21 July 1821 to Eliza Rivaz (died 13 March 1836) was childless.
His second marriage on 27 September 1837 to Charlotte Pope (died 14 October 1844) produced one son and three daughters:
- Charlotte Elizabeth Powell, (14 September 1838–20 October 1917)
- Baden Henry Powell, (23 August 1841–2 January 1901)
- Louisa Ann Powell, (18 March 1843–1 August 1896)
- Laetitia Mary Powell, (4 June 1844–2 September 1865)
His third marriage on 10 March 1846 (at St Luke's Church, Chelsea) with Henrietta Grace Smyth (3 September 1824–13 October 1914), produced seven sons and three daughters:
- Henry Warington Smyth Powell, (3 February 1847–24 April 1921)
- George Smyth Powell, (24 December 1847–20 November 1898)
- Augustus Smyth Powell (1849–1863),
- Francis Smyth Powell (later Baden-Powell) (29 July 1850–1931)
- Henrietta Smyth Powell (28 October 1851–9 March 1854),
- John Penrose Smyth Powell (21 December 1852–14 December 1855),
- Jessie Smyth Powell (25 November 1855–24 July 1856),
- Robert Stephenson Smyth Powell, (22 February 1857–8 January 1941)
- Agnes Smyth Powell, (16 December 1858–2 June 1945)
- Baden Fletcher Smyth Powell, (22 May 1860–3 October 1937).
Shortly after the Powell's death, the remaining children of his third marriage became 'Baden-Powell'. The name legally changed by Royal Licence on 30 April 1902. Baden Henry Powell is often also referred as Baden Henry Baden-Powell.
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