FOX, Buscall

1818 - 1887

Baptised at Merton, Norfolk on 3 March 1818, son of Edmund George Fox and his wife Sarah née Buscall. In 1841, a 25 year old artist lodging at West Street, Sturminster Marshall, Wimborne & Cranborne, Dorset, the home of Mary Harrington and her family, when he wrote about The Shapwick Monster. He married at Chelmsford, Essex in 1853, Elizabeth Ann Marson of Stisted, Essex and had issue including George James. Buscall Fox was an ‘artist, portrait, animal and landscape’ at Rose Cottage, Front Street, Barton Mills, Suffolk but by 1875 had moved to The Old Rectory in the same village and in 1881 a 63 year old portrait, animal and landscape painter, living at The Street, Barton Mills with his 47 year old wife Elizabeth, with three 'White' cousins and two 'Rough' nephew and neice, all under ten years old. He exhibited regularly at the Bury & Suffolk Fine Art Society amongst others in 1881 'The Old Mill Pond, Icklingham' and the following year an 'Equestrian Portrait' and 'Early Evening, Icklingham' also painting a number of horse and dog portraits, his attractive ‘A Grey Mare and a Dog in a Stable’ dated 1868 was sold at Bonham’s in 1985. He died at Barton Mills, Suffolk on 16 February 1887, aged 69. He maybe the artist of two still life paintings in the Collection of St Edmundsbury Museums, dated 1876 which are listed as by 'B. Fox'.

In 1831 he composed a poem with an illustration of
THE SHAPWICK MONSTER:-
Once on a time, some years ago,
A Fishmonger it happened so,
His fish to sell o'er common wide,
Was forced against his will to ride,
For Blandford folk (so says my tale), he
Had like his fish found rather scaley,
And trotting on, by fortune crossed,
One of his finest Crabs he lost,
This happened on his road to Bere
Near Shapwick town, in Dorsetshire.
'Twas eve, the sun was going down.
When from his work a country clown,
Trudging along in simple nature,
By chance, trod on the crawling creature;
He found it more with sudden start,
Against his bosom bumped his heart,
Whilst panic fear assail'd his mind
Sideways, like Crab, he crawled behind,
And horror-struck in every feature,
He gaped upon the wondrous creature.
So strange the monster did appear
He thought the Devil himself was there.
His hair erect stood bolt upright,
As if he'd really seen a sprite,
He stood and viewed it at a distance,
Then thought he'd hasten for assistance,
I'll run, qoth he, to Shapwick town,
And there I'll make the wonder known.




Works by This Painter