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for the Chase so far, that when at last he blossomed 

 out into the full-blown Master of the Christ Church 

 Draghounds, the horrified Dons hinted to him that, as 

 kennels and stables were evidently more congenial to 

 him than college lecture-rooms and chapel, he had 

 better take his name off the books. This he very 

 willingly did, and shaking the dust of unappreciative 

 Oxford from his shoes, went back to his native shire, 

 married the daughter of Mr George Stein, sometime 

 M.P. for Bletchingley, and settled down to the life of a 

 country gentleman at Bramham Park. He seldom 

 visited London except to see the Derby run, and then 

 it was not so much for the pleasure of watching the race 

 as for the delight of driving the Glasgow mail (this was, 

 of course, in pre-railway times), from Tadcaster to 

 Alconbury Hill, a distance of one hundred and forty-five 

 miles, after which last-named stage, as it was by that 

 time dark, he resigned the ribbons to the professional 

 coachman. 



In 1848 Mr George Lane Fox commenced his long 

 reign as Master of the Bramham Moor, which only 

 terminated with his lamented death in 1896, a period 

 of just upon fifty years. During that time he endeared 

 himself to every one with whom he came in contact. 

 When circumstances compelled him to ask for a sub- 

 scription, the gentry and farmers came forward eagerly, 

 ready to give him thrice as much as he asked for. What 

 his tenants thought of him as a landlord may be gathered 

 from the fact that forty years ago they spontaneously 

 and unanimously offered to raise their rents for him ! 

 an offer which is, I imagine, unique in the history of 

 landlordism. He was deeply touched by this remarkable 

 testimony of the affection with which his tenants 



