90 THE ESSEX FOXHOUNDS. 



Londoner, in search of a day's foxhunting. Amongst 

 those who had an occasional day out with the Essex 

 was Mr. Georsfe Moore, the Cumberland lad whose un- 

 flagging energy gained him a partnership in the great 

 firm of Copestake, Moore and Crampton, of Cheap- 

 side, and a biography by Dr. Smiles. In 1841 Moore 

 was thirty-five years old, and had given up travelling for 

 his firm to take a seat in the warehouse. The change 

 to a sedentary life in London, with little exercise, made 

 him hasty and irritable. He could not sleep at nights, and 

 suffered from excruciating headaches. He took his business 

 to bed with him, and rose up with it again in the morning. 

 Everything else was prospering with him. Life was the 

 same as before, but he could not enjoy it. 



He consulted Sir William Lawrence, who said, " You 

 have got the City disease — working your brain too much, 

 and your body too little. Physic is no use in your case ; 

 your medicine must be in the open air. Can you ride ? " 

 Moore answered that he had been used to a horse's back 

 when he was a boy. "Well," said Sir William, "you had 

 better eo down to Brighton and ride over the downs ; 

 but mind you don't break your neck out hunting." 



Following this advice, Mr. George Moore went to 

 Brighton with his wife, and in a month was able to ride his 



