Life
Manners-Sutton was the fourth son of Lord George Manners-Sutton, third son of John Manners, 3rd Duke of Rutland. His younger brother was Thomas Manners-Sutton, 1st Baron Manners, Lord Chancellor of Ireland. His father had assumed the additional surname of Sutton in 1762 on inheriting the estates of his maternal grandfather Robert Sutton, 2nd Baron Lexinton.
Manners-Sutton was educated at Charterhouse and Cambridge. He married at age 23, and probably eloped with, his cousin Mary Thoroton, daughter of Col. Thomas Thoroton and his wife Mary (Levett) Thorton of Screveton Hall, Nottinghamshire, in 1778. (Col. Thomas Blackborne Thoroton later moved to Flintham Hall, Flintham, near Screveton, Nottinghamshire. He was later known as Thomas Thoroton Hildyard. Both Thoroton and his stepbrother Levett Blackborne, Esq., a Lincoln's Inn barrister, had long acted as advisers to John Manners, 3rd Duke of Rutland, and Col. Thoroton was often resided at Belvoir Castle, the ancestral seat of the Dukes of Rutland.)
In 1785, Manners-Sutton was appointed to the family living at Averham with Kelham, in Nottinghamshire, and in 1791, became dean of Peterborough. He was consecrated bishop of Norwich in 1792, and two years later received the appointment of Dean of Windsor in commendam.
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