b. 13 March 1834 d. 22 January 1903

(c) Jon S. Page

The grave is situated in the graveyard of the Parish Church of All Saints, Herstmonceaux in the Diocese of Chichester about 7 miles north-east of Brighton, UK. All Saints is a few miles outside the village.

Once in the churchyard, on the north side of the church, about 10 yards from the outer wall of the north transept, beneath a small tree you will find a very understated stone - the legend reads:


Born at Rome, March 13, 1834

Died at Holmhurst, January 22, 1903

Rex tremendae majestatis,
qui salvandos salvas gratis,
salva me, fons pietatis.

Quaerens me, sedisti lassus:
redemisti crucem passus:
tantus labor non sit cassus.

Next to Augustus' headstone is that of the person whom he had regarded as his mother (actually his aunt by marriage - see 'The Story of My Life, Chapter 2, Childhood), Maria Hare (nee Leycester) and just behind is the grave of his childhood nanny, Mary Lea Gidman. Also buried nearby beneath a large yew tree are his two uncles, Julius Charles Hare (Rector of Herstmonceaux, later Archdeacon of Lewes) and Marcus Theodore Hare.

The grave has a very pleasant aspect, looking out, as it does, over the rolling fields of Pevensey Levels, a fact that pleased Augustus John Cuthbert when he laid his 'mother' to rest.

(c) Jon S. Page

Inside the small parish church there are several plaques dedicated to the Hare family. The Hares were rectors of All Saints, Herstmonceaux from 1772 until 1855.

(c) Joe Lomax (with thanks)

From 'The Story of My Life', Chapter 2, Boyhood

. . . .my mother gave in to a suggestion of Aunt Esther that I should be locked into the vestry of the church between the services. Miserable indeed were the three hours which - provided with a sandwich for dinner - I had weekly to spend there; and though I did not expect to see ghosts, the utter isolation of Hurstmonceaux Church, far away from all haunts of men, gave my imprisonment an unusual eeriness. Sometimes I used to clamber over the tomb of the Lords Dacre, which rises like a screen against one side of the vestry, and be stricken with vague terrors by the two grim white figures lying upon it in the silent desolation, in which the scamper of a rat across the floor seemed to make a noise like a whirlwind. At that time two grinning skulls (of the founder and foundress of the church, it was believed) lay on the ledge of the tomb; but soon after this Uncle Julius and Aunt Esther made a weird excursion to the churchyard with a spade, and buried them in the dusk with their own hands. In the winter holidays, the intense cold of the unwarmed church made me so ill, that it led to my miserable penance being remitted.

Sketch by Augustus Hare

(c) Jon S. Page

A mile up the road from All Saints is the home that Augustus Hare lived in for 25 years; Lime, since that time Lime Park has been divided into four separate dwellings.

(c) Jon S. Page