Old Hinchliffe drove a hackney coach, and, at last, by his industry, became possessor of a stable yard in Westminster. He gave his son a college education, and he became Bishop of Peterborough. The Bishop one day came to him. "Father," says he, "you must be tired of business, and must wish to retire into the country and live in your own way. Four or five hundred a year is at your service." "No, Jack," he replied, "I will stay where I am. I am proud of you, and I should hope you are not ashamed of me. All I have I have earned, nor shall it be said that old Ben Hinchliffe was indebted to his son or to any many living for his livelihood."