250 The Pytchley Httnt, Past and Present. 



lie could never deny himself. However much importance 

 he may have attached to the injunction *' Thou shalt love 

 thy neighbour as thyself/' it is likel^^that he never felt so 

 kindly disposed towards him as when he saw him declin- 

 ing to follow him over a big fence. 



To pound any notable " customer ^' would have been to 

 him a matter of much self-congratulation, but to have Mr. 

 Angerstein taking *^ two bites at a cherry/^ which he him- 

 self had swallowed without difficulty, would have been 

 an event in his life ever to be cherished with pride and 

 satisfaction. The second son of the head of the eminent 

 banking house, Barclay, Bevan and Co., the subject 

 of this memoir never cared to throw in his lot with the 

 money-changers. Hunting having greater charms in his 

 eyes than banking, he quitted Lombard Street for 

 Leicestershire, and reversed the well-known line : — 

 " He lived delights, and scorned laborious days." 



To no class of those who come under the title of busi- 

 ness men is hunting more indebted for support than to the 

 lords of finance. The names of Glyn, Gosling, Lubbock, 

 Hoare, Bevan, Robarts and Fuller, will ever mark the 

 fact that the science of money-making and that of fox- 

 hunting may be successfully combined; and the name of 

 many a banker-prince is to be found on the list of Masters 

 of Hounds. The present chief of the great house of 

 Barclay, Bevan and Co., would probably doubt his 

 own identity were he to be told that at one time there 

 was no one except himself who could beat his brother 

 ''Dick" across Leicestershire or Northamptonshire. 

 That it was so, however, no one is more wilHng to allow 

 than the younger of the two brothers. 



It is probable that few men now living have hunted a 



