Christopher Hatton - Death

Death

Despite his successes, he died penniless and childless, only a few years after his house at Holdenby was finally completed. All that remains of the original Holdenby House are old drawings and plans, one room which was later incorporated into a new restoration in the 1870s, part of the pillared doorway and 2 arches with the date 1583 inscribed upon them, which now stand alone in the gardens.

Hatton's health declined in 1591. The Queen visited him on 11 November, and on 20 November he died at Ely Place, and was given a state funeral at Old St Paul's Cathedral on 16 December. A magnificent monument to him stood at the high altar of Old St Paul's: 'towering above it - an outrage to the susceptibilities of the devout but an object of marvel to London sightseers - until the Great Fire of 1666 dethroned and destroyed it' .

A school, Sir Christopher Hatton School, known sometimes as 'Hatton School' was opened in 1983 in his memory in Wellingborough, Northamptonshire.

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