MK. ARTHUR BUTTON COX. 273 



1857 Mr. Arthur Button took the South Essex, and a few 

 years afterwards, on succeeding his uncle, Captain Cox, of 

 Harewood Hall, near Upminster, he took the name of Cox. 

 No better sportsman ever rode to hounds than Arthur Cox, 

 it did you good to see him out hunting, he was so cheery and 

 keen and full of chaff "Six days a week if the horses are 

 right " was his motto. Poor fellow, he was a perfect martyr 

 to rheumatism, and often rode in the greatest pain. The 

 writer has sometimes seen him barely able to get on to his 

 horse, but when once there and hounds ran, no one could 

 get in front of him. He couldn't bear to see hounds 

 pressed — as what good sportsman can ? and on one occa- 

 sion he was heard calling out, " W are wire ! " to an ardent 

 young pursuer. It had the desired effect, as the gentleman 

 in question pulled up. and Cox riding up to him said : " It 

 is all right, but don't press 'em." As he was hospitable to 

 a degree, the meet at Herongate was always a favourite 

 one, and a fox was invariably to be found afterwards in 

 Pigott's Bushes, a covert Cox rented from Lord Petre at 

 that time. He always rode small, well-bred horses. His 

 end was a very sad one. When jumping a fence near 

 White's Bridge at the end of the season 1869-70 he threw 

 his arm up and broke it. Amputation was found necessary, 

 and he never rallied from the shock. Everyone liked him, 

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