A wolf azure, ducally gorged is how you may feel after Christmas dinner and too much plum pudding with brandy butter. It is also a supporter, sinister, on the Bellew arms.
“Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown.” (From Maud, Part I, Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Henry, 1st Earl of Londesborough (1834-1900) was one of Osbert Sitwell’s (1892-1969) grandfathers so unsurprisingly he features in Osbert’s memoir Left Hand, Right Hand.