the ancestral establishment now occupied — the beautiful 

 old hall having been destroyed by fire some seventy 

 years ago and now standing, a magnificent ruin, in the 

 midst of all the same picturesque and carefully tended 

 surroundings that then made it one of the ornaments of 

 the neighbourhood. The walls, columns, and perfect 

 proportions of the old mansion still remain uninjured ; 

 the, avenues and gardens are as beautifully kept, and 

 the park as trim and well-timbered as ever. The stables 

 are full of horses, and the kennels hold by no means 

 the least valued heirlooms of the house. But the wind 

 wanders where it will among the roofless and window- 

 less walls ; and a spreading tree has reared itself over 

 the very doorstep.' 



Mr George Lane Fox has sometimes been called 

 ' The Assheton Smith of the North,' but there was really 

 little resemblance between the two men, even in their 

 conduct of the sport of which both were such eminent 

 exponents. Mr Lane Fox could always keep his 

 temper under control, and not even the large unruly 

 fields, recruited from the big manufacturing towns, with 

 crowds of colliers on foot to add to the confusion, ever 

 provoked him into swearing. Yet he kept them in 

 order by his bluff sarcasms, which, though uttered in 

 perfect good-temper, sometimes hit those at whom they 

 were aimed very hard indeed. Those who have heard 

 his after-luncheon speeches at the Bramham Moor Puppy 

 Shows, will remember that while he could keep the 

 table in a roar with his humorous sallies, he could also 

 speak out his mind with remarkable vigour. He had 

 fought an uphill battle — with pheasant preservers offering 

 five shillings a head for foxes, and other unpleasantnesses 

 to face — but, with Charles Treadwell at his right hand 



