132 CAPTAIN DOUGLAS WHITMORE. 



As already stated, my people left Gumley for Foxton 

 in 1861. Lord Ingestre, as he then was, became tenant of 

 the Hall, where he resided for some four or five years, till 

 the house was purchased by the late Captain Douglas 

 Whitmore, from Sir William Cradock Hartopp, whose 

 daughter he married in 1867. Captain Whitmore, who had 

 sold his beautiful place Apley Court in Shropshire, spent 

 thousands of pounds on Gumley Hall, and I paid many 

 pleasant visits to him there. Lord Ingestre and his wife 

 also showed us much hospitality. Poor Dick Clement, of 

 the Treasury, used frequently to stay with Lord Ingestre 

 and came out hunting with Mr. Tailby, on a black horse 

 with a long tail, which he hired, I think, from Leicester, 

 and which was generally believed to be utilized for hauling 

 hearses when not let out for hunting. Poor Dick Clement 

 was ultimately killed while hunting with the Bicester, on 

 October 29th, 1873. He was a kind friend to me and got 

 me more than one nomination for Civil Service Clerkships, 

 a few years before his death. I send you rather an in- 

 teresting photograph of three generations of the Shrewsbury 

 Earls, taken in front of Gumley Hall. The one on the 

 right is Lord Ingestre, who followed us at Gumley, and 

 who afterwards became the 19th Earl. The mite on the 

 pony is his son, the present and 20th Earl, the old man on 

 the left is the grandfather, the i8th Earl, who died in 

 1869. It is an interesting picture, I think. 



Another photograph I enclose is of three well-known 

 followers of Mr. Tailby's hounds. Captain James Baillie, 

 of Ilston Grange; the Rev. F. Thorp, of Burton Overy ; and 

 Captain Frank Sutton, of Carlton Hall, one of the cheeriest 

 sportsmen and heaviest lunchers I ever met. He knew his 

 'Jorrocks' by heart, and Mr. Surtees, the author of that im- 

 mortal novel, used frequently to stay with him. Mr. Tailby's 

 last day as Master was celebrated at Ilston, on the 4th of 

 April 1878, when I was staying with him at Skeflington, and 

 he drove me to the * Meet ' in his dogcart. I wrote an article 

 about this never-to-be-forgotten occasion in the * Whitehall 



