From The Life of The Right Honourable Francis Bacon, Baron of Verulam, Viscount Saint Alban by William Rawley, D.D., His Lordship's First and Last Chaplain and of Late His Majesties Chaplain in Ordinary, 1657:
Towards his rising years, not before, [Francis Bacon] entered into a married estate, and took to wife Alice, one of the daughters and coheirs of Benedict Barnham, Esquire and Alderman of London; with whom he received a sufficiently ample and liberal portion in marriage. Children he had none; which, though they be the means to perpetuate our names after our deaths, yet he had other issues to perpetuate his name, the issues of his brain; in which he was ever happy and admired, as Jupiter was in the production of Pallas Athena.
Neither did the want of children detract from his good usage of his consort during the inter-marriage, whom he prosecuted with much conjugal love and respect, with many rich gifts and endowments, besides a robe of honour which he invested her withal; which she wore unto her dying day, being twenty years and more after his death.
From Personal History of Lord Bacon from Unpublished Papers by William Hepworth Dixon, 1861. pp. 158-161: ....So again with his marriage to Alice Barnham. Lord Campbell makes merry over his mercenary love and his match of convenience. Yet from his own text, and from the pages of Montagu, it is certain that he knows nothing of this love or of this match; neither who Alice Barnham was, not the circumstances of her parents; neither when she became Bacon's wife, nor the amount of jointure which she brought home to her lord. He imagines that Alice became Lady Bacon in 1603, shortly after July 3d. He says she was rich.
In all that relates to Alice Barnham the writers of Bacon's life have been as much at fault as though she had been first the love and then the wife of Ward the Rover or Steer the Leveller, in place of being, as she was, lady to a man who framed the New Philosophy and held the Great Seal. Yet some of the facts about her birth, the associations of her early years, the members of her family, the circumstances of her love, courtship, marriage, and wedded life, may still be recovered from the manuscript mounds of the Bodleian, the State Paper Office, and the library of Westwood park.
More than a year ago, in writing to his cousin Cecil, Bacon mentioned his having found a handsome maiden to his mind. She loved him and he loved her. But her mother, a widow and again a wife, having made two good matches for herself, has set her heart on making great alliances for her girls. In part to please her, still more to glorify his bride, Bacon waits and toils that he may lay at her feet a settled fortune and a more splendid name.
The family into which—when he can steal an hour from the courts of law and the pursuits of science—he goes a-courting, and in which he is now an accepted lover, consists of four girls, their pretty mother, and a bold, handsome, heady step-father of fifty-six,—a group of persons notable from their private stories, and of romantic interest from their loves and feuds with the philosopher, and from the part they must have had in shaping his views of the felicities and infelicities of domestic life.
The four young girls are the orphan daughters of Benedict Barnham, merchant of Cheapside and alderman of his ward; an honest fellow who gave his wife a good lift in the world, and left his children to take their chance of rising among men, who, with all their sins, are never blind to the merits of women blessed with youth, loveliness, and wealth. Alice is the first to fall in love; but the three hoydens who now romp around her, and perhaps get many a hug and kiss from her famous lover, will soon be in their turns followed for their bright eyes and brighter gold. Elizabeth will marry Mervin Touchet, Earl of Castlehaven, that miserable wretch who, when his first young wife, the hoyden of to-day, is in her grave, will expiate on the block the foulest crime ever charged against an English peer. The two little things now playing at Alice's knee will become, in due time, Lady Constable and lady Soames.
Much more information about Alice is available in The Life of Alice Barnham Wife of Sir Francis Bacon, by Alice Chambers Bunten. London: Oliphants, Ltd., 1919, 1928.
She died, childless, in 1650 and was buried on July 9 in the Parish Church of Eyworth, in Bedfordshire. The register reads: Alice, Viscountess Saint Alban, Widdowe Dowager to Francis Viscount Saint Alban, Lord Chancellor of England, was buried in Ye Church of Eyworth on the South Side therof the 9th July, 1650.