2o6 HISTORY OF THE BRAMHAM MOOR HUNT. 



'two). He handed the two guineas to me and said, "There, 

 '"spend that when you get to school." Dear old Jack! I did 

 ' not forget him. My father was told that I had been seen on 

 'the box of the mail, talkino; to the coachman. He wrote 

 ' me, regretting that I should have to travel by a public 

 ' conveyance, but to sit cheek by jowl with the coachman 

 ' was the vulgarest thing I could do, and desired me not to 

 ' do it again. My father could only travel with four post- 

 ' horses in a chariot by Barker. How sudden the change 

 'was! Old Jack let me "take hold" of quiet teams as soon 

 ' as I was strono- enough, and I did love the old Glasgow 

 ' mail. Several times I have driven her from Alconbury 

 ' Hill to the Cross Roads, Clifford Moor, — one hundred and 

 ' forty-five miles.' 



Within a very few years coaching became a chosen and 

 favourite occupation with gentlemen, and Sir St. Vincent 

 Cotton, the Duke of Beaufort, Mr. Foljambe, Sir Charles 

 Ibbotson, and others too numerous to mention here, used 

 frequently to drive the public coaches, and great coachmen 

 as the gentlemen I have mentioned undoubtedly were, none 

 of them were superior to or keener than Mr. Fox. Indeed, 

 it was with him fox-hunting first, and coaching next. As he 

 truly said, ' The love of driving is born in some people, 

 'but there are plenty who cannot learn;' and curiously 

 enough he seems to have been the only enthusiastic coach- 

 man in the family, and he remarks himself that he does 

 not know one of his relatives who cared for driving. 



It is to this love of driving which is born in some 

 people that the modern revival of coaching is to be attributed, 

 and though Mr. Fox did not take a very active part in it, 

 his interest was keen, and he had every sympathy with 

 it, and he had one or two journeys on the coaches which 

 ran out of London during recent years, notably the Tunbridge 

 Wells coach, when Mr. Charles Hoare drove it. 



