A FEW MEMOIRS 
OF 
HENRY WILLIAM HERBERT, 
BETTER AND MORE FAMILIARLY KNOWN AS 
“FRANK FORESTER.” 
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would 
be proud if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair if they were not 
cherished by our virtues.”— Shakespeare. 
[The publisher intended to have availed himself of the pleasing pen of 
one of Mr. Herbert’s most intimate and most esteemed friends, the late 
William T. Porter, Esq., the popular editor of the “ Spirit of the Times,” as 
the best qualified and most suitable biographer of the departed “Frank 
Forester.” Mr. Porter, however, being in feeble health, the following 
sketch was prepared by a mutual friend of all the parties, with the inten¬ 
tion of obtaining Mr. Porter’s approval as a prefix. In the mean time, a 
verification occurred of the solemn proverb, “Man proposes—God dis¬ 
poses.” William T. Porter himself is now numbered among those who 
have “ gone before.” 
The publisher is enabled to say, however, that the manuscript of the 
following sketch has been examined by several of the most prominent 
associates of both the deceased gentlemen, connected with either the Press 
or the Turf, and it has been honored with their entire and most cordial 
approbation.] 
After the injunction of “silence,” so earnestly im¬ 
plored by the unfortunate— infelicissimus , most unfor¬ 
tunate-—gentleman whose real and assumed names are 
here mentioned, there may, possibly, be some appearance 
