William Halifax - Marriage

Marriage

Sometime early in his tenure in Scotland, certainly between 1805–1807, William Halifax met and courted Susan Grant, a grandniece of General James Grant, a soldier that Halifax admired greatly. They became engaged in 1807 and traveled from Scotland to Suffolk where she caught fever and died. Little is known about Susan Grant. Based on the painting that survives of her, she appears to have been a retiring brunette who was slightly overweight. She is buried in the Halifax family plot and her tomb lists her as a Halifax who had been a member of the family for a short time. There are no records of an official marriage between William and Susan. However the grave certainly seems to confirm family legends that William married Susan on the last day of her life.

The death of Susan Grant Halifax changed William dramatically. Before her death, William came off as a pleasant young officer who was something of a dreamer. After her death, based on contemporary descriptions, Halifax became something of a stern soldier, dedicated to King, Country and Duty. The death of his father in 1806 may have also affected his personality as he seemed to take on many of his father’s characteristics. In 1807, Halifax purchased a First Lieutenancy, probably after the death of Susan Grant Halifax. In 1810, he purchased a Captaincy.

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