Battersea has many memorials; its historic interest culminates in its association with the St. Johns. One is stated to have been "eminent for his piety and moral virtues." Henry in 1684 pleaded guilty of the murder of Sir William Estcourt, Bart., in a sudden quarrel arising at a supper party. His case, if Bishop Burnet be correct, could be regarded only as manslaughter, but he was induced to plead guilty by a promise of pardon if he followed that advice or of his being subjected to the utmost rigour of the law on his refusal. No pardon is enrolled but it is stated that the King granted him a reprieve for a long term of years; and in the Rolls Chapel is a restitution of the Estate (Pat 36 Charles II.) for which it would seem and the reprieve conjoined he had to pay £16,000, one half of which Burnet says the King converted to his own use and bestowed the remainder on two ladies then in high favour.--_Burnet's History of his own times; fol;_ 1724. _Vol. I. p._ 600. Bolingbroke or Bullingbroke, a town of great antiquity in Lincolnshire, gave the title of Viscount to the St. Johns of Battersea. In 1700, Sir Walter St. John founded and endowed a free school for twenty boys, and both he and his lady afterwards left further sums for apprenticing some of the number. It was re-built in 1859. Over the gateway in the High Street, are carved the Arms of St. John, and underneath them is inscribed the motto, "Rather Deathe than false of Faythe." As we gazed upon the above motto we were reminded of other lines which we have seen and read elsewhere. Sir Walter St. John died 3rd July, 1808, aged 87; his portrait is in the school. He built a gallery at the west end of the Old Church. "Dare to be right, dare to be true; Other men's failures can never save you; Stand by your conscience, your honour, your faith; Stand like a hero, and battle till death. Dare to be right, dare to be true; Keep the great judgment day always in view, Look at your work, as you'll look at it then, Scanned by Jehovah, and Angels and men. Dare to be right, dare to be true; God who created you, cares for you too, Wipe off the tears that His striving ones shed, Counts and protects every hair of your head. Dare to be right, dare to be true; Cannot Omnipotence carry you through? City, and Mansion, and throne all in view, Cannot you dare to be right and be true? Dare to be right, dare to be true; Prayerfully, lovingly, firmly pursue The pathway by Saints, and by Seraphim trod The pathway which leads to the City of God."