Nicholas Bacon (courtier) - Family

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Bacon was twice married. By his first wife, Jane Ferneley, he had three sons and three daughters. His eldest son, Nicholas (ca. 1540–1624), was a Member of Parliament for the county of Suffolk His title of Baronette became extinct when the last son to hold the title didn't produce a son English baronetcy. Bacon's second and third sons, Nathaniel (ca. 1550–1622) and Edward (ca. 1550–1618), also served in public life, and through his daughter, Anne, Nicholas is an ancestor of the Marquesses Townshend. Anne was born about 1548 at Redgrave, Suffolk, England and died in January 1579/80 at Waxham, Norfolkshire, England. She married to Sir William Woodhouse of Waxham and they had sons, Horatio and Henry. Henry became a Stock Holder in the Virginia Company of London that founded Jamestowne in the Colony of Virginia. He was the Govenor of Burmuda and was promised the Governorship of Virginia by King Charles, but the King never fullfiled his promise. He married Judith Manby and their son, Henry Woodhouse was the first of the family to immigrate to America. Henry was born in 1607 at Winterton, Norfolkshire, England and arrived in Virginia about 1630. He was a member of the Virginia House of Burgesses among his many accomplishments. His Will was proved in Lower Norfolk, Virginia on 15 November 1655.

In 1553 Sir Nicholas Bacon married secondly Anne Cooke (1528–1610), one of the daughters of Sir Anthony Cooke, by whom he had two sons, Anthony (1558–1601) and Francis Bacon (1561–1626), who became Lord Chancellor and was also a philosopher, author and scientist.

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