Horne (also Horn, Hoorn or Hoorne) is a small historic county of the Holy Roman Empire in present Netherlands and Belgium. It takes its name from the village Horn, west of Roermond. The residence of the counts of Horne was moved from Horn to Weert in the 15th century. After the execution of the last count of Horne, Philip de Montmorency, in 1568, the county was united with the bishopric of Liège in personal union.
It was suppressed in 1795, when it was occupied by the French, and it became part of the French département Meuse-Inférieure.
Famous quotes containing the words county and/or horne:
“Don’t you know there are 200 temperance women in this county who control 200 votes. Why does a woman work for temperance? Because she’s tired of liftin’ that besotted mate of hers off the floor every Saturday night and puttin’ him on the sofa so he won’t catch cold. Tonight we’re for temperance. Help yourself to them cloves and chew them, chew them hard. We’re goin’ to that festival tonight smelling like a hot mince pie.”
—Laurence Stallings (1894–1968)
“The wise guys
tell me
that Christmas
is Kid Stuff . . .”
—Frank Horne (b. 1899)