Foster Baronets - Foster Baronets, of Glyde Court (1831)

Foster Baronets, of Glyde Court (1831)

  • Sir Augustus John Foster, 1st Baronet (1780-1848) . Son of Lady Elizabeth Foster. He married 1815 Albina Hobart, daughter of Hon. George Vere Hobart. He was knighted 1825 for his diplomatic services (which were not particularly distinguished, since his manners were not conciliating) and raised to a baronetcy 1831. The influence of his stepfather William Cavendish, 5th Duke of Devonshire was exercised at the instance of his mother, the Duke's second Duchess. The first baronet, who committed suicide, was succeeded by his eldest son
  • Sir Frederick George Foster, 2nd Baronet (1816-1857) who died unmarried, and was succeeded by his next brother
  • Rev. Sir Cavendish Hervey Foster, 3rd Baronet (1817-1890) md 1844 Isabella Todd; their elder son was Major John Frederick Foster (1847-1890), father of
  • Sir Augustus Vere Foster, 4th Baronet (1873-1947), son of John Frederick Foster and his wife Caroline Emily Marsh. He married 25 October Charlotte Philippa Marion ffolkes, 3rd and youngest daughter of Rev. Henry Everard ffolkes, uncle and heir presumptive to Sir William ffolkes, 3rd Bt. (1847-1912), and sister of the fourth and fifth baronets. They had issue 1 son (died in his father's lifetime) and 2 daughters.<
    • Philippa Eugenie (Biddy) Vere Foster (1898-1962)
    • Dorothy Elizabeth Charlotte Vere Foster (1903-)
    • Anthony Vere Foster (21 February 1908-1934)

The last baronet's sister Alice was paternal grandmother of Anna Wintour.

The baronetcy became extinct in 1947.

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