While canvassing one day in London's Haymarket, Charles Fox entered a saddler's shop and asked the man for his vote. The saddler, producing a halter with a noose, declared that, while he could not have his vote, Fox was certainly welcome to have the halter and put himself out of his misery. Fox politely declined. "I return thanks for your gift," he said, "but I should be sorry to deprive you of a family piece."
[Fox's last words? "I die happy."]