Arms
Halford's original arms were: Argent, a greyhound passant sable, on a chief azure three fleurs-de-lis or.
For his unremitting professional attentions to the duke of York during his last illness (1826) he received, by royal warrant, a grant of armorial augmentations and supporters. For the centre fleur-de-lis was substituted a rose argent; and, in further augmentation, was added, on a canton ermine a staff entwined with a serpent proper, and ensigned with a coronet composed of crosses patée and fleurs-de-lis (being that of a prince of the blood-royal). As a crest of augmentation, a staff entwined with a serpent or, as on the canton. As supporters, two emews proper, each gorged with a coronet, composed of crosses patée and fleurs-de-lis. According to the source, this is the only time that a practising physician was granted supporters.
The 2 emews (or emus) came from a present of the birds from George IV to his physician; these birds did much damage to the garden at Wistow, and one was eventually stuffed and kept in a case.
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