3b: Goadby Hall
Ale and Honour: Reflections of the Marquis of Granby
John Manners, Marquis of Granby born in 1721, eldest son of the 3rd Duke of Rutland, was a celebrated British general of the Seven Years’ War, famed for his bravery at the Battle of Warburg and his generosity toward soldiers. Known for helping veterans to open inns — many of which still bear his name — he became a symbol of courage and compassion in 18th Century Britain. He was just 49 years old at the time of his death in 1770, which came only months after he resigned his public offices amid financial difficulties.
This story, told from the perspective of the marquis, is narrated by local resident, Jody.
The Marquis of Granby (1721–1770), Joshua Rennolds (after)
© City of London Corporation
Audio Transcript
As I sit within the stately confines of Goadby Hall, the weight of recent events and decisions presses heavily upon me. In 1765, an act of Parliament transferred this very estate, once belonging to the late Peter Wyche, into my possession for the sum of £30,000. This acquisition was not merely a transaction of land but a deepening of my family's roots in this cherished part of Leicestershire.
My usually busy schedule has afforded me a brief respite from military and political duties, allowing me to reside at Goadby Marwood for a while. The tranquil countryside, with its rolling hills and serene landscapes, provides a stark contrast to the tumultuous battlefields and the bustling corridors of power. Here, I find solace and a semblance of peace, a rare commodity in the life of a soldier and statesman.
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My military career has been marked by both triumphs and trials. As Colonel of The Royal Horse Guards, and later as Commander-in-Chief of the British Army, I endeavoured to lead with honour and distinction. The Battle of Warburg during the Seven Years' War remains etched in my memory. In the heat of combat, I found myself without hat and wig, compelling me to salute my commander bareheaded. This incident, though a minor personal embarrassment, has since been immortalised in military tradition, permitting non-commissioned officers and troopers of the Blues and Royals to salute without headdress—a testament to the unexpected moments in life that define our legacy.
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Beyond the battlefield, the plight of my fellow soldiers weighs heavily on my conscience. Witnessing wounded veterans, incapacitated and unable to serve, struggling to find means of livelihood, has stirred me to action. In response, I have endeavoured to establish public houses, gifting them to these valiant men to provide a source of income and stability. Whilst this endeavour has strained my finances, leading to substantial debts, the knowledge that these establishments offer sustenance and shelter to my comrades brings me a measure of comfort. The many inns and taverns bearing my name across the land stand as humble memorials to this effort, ensuring that the sacrifices of these soldiers are neither forgotten nor in vain.
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As I reflect upon my journey from the serene confines of Goadby Marwood to the battlefields of Europe and the chambers of Parliament, I am reminded of the transient nature of fortune and favour. Yet, amidst the challenges and controversies, my commitment to the welfare of those who served alongside me remains unwavering. In the quiet moments within these hallowed halls, I find solace in the enduring legacy of service, sacrifice, and compassion that the gentle village of Goadby Marwood represents in my life's tapestry.
