Personal Life and Early Death
Edwin Stead was the grandson of Sir Edwyn Stede (sic), who had been knighted by Charles II. He inherited the family estate when he was still only eighteen and became a compulsive gambler, being a keen player of dice and cards in addition to cricket, but Marshall's summary is that "he is said to have lost heavily at all".
Stead's death on 28 August 1735 was reported in the Grub Street Journal on Thursday 4 September 1735. The report says there were two accounts of his death: one that he died "near Charing Cross"; the other that he died "in Scotland Yard".
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