HENRY WILLIAM HERBERT. XI11 
to hold a fishing-rod with both hands, perhaps, even if 
some attendant mosquitoes are busily digging into our 
cuticle. We feel fairly enlisted, with all our manhood. 
We could follow such a leader as Herbert to any Sebas¬ 
topol, or through any Dismal Swamp. Health and activ¬ 
ity would thus give Mercury’s wings to our heels, secur¬ 
ing a firm cohesion for our brains; and, in town or 
country, in house or field, while the English language 
goes on growing in grace or grandeur, the fame and in¬ 
fluence of Henry William Herbert must be ever present 
among our household sentiments and familiar conversa¬ 
tions, especially as not one of his writings can be found to 
contain any improper tendencies. Ho wonder that the 
name of “Frank Forester” is already ranked among the 
most endearing of our “household words.” Wherever 
we may go, the spirit of this instructive and pleasing 
writer seems to be with us. If we only look out upon the 
road, or go to the stable, we are reminded of Herbert’s 
influence as soon as our eyes rest upon a horse. The 
horse itself has advanced in comfort and civilization, so 
to speak, although he may never have known the bene¬ 
factor of his race, perhaps, in the flesh—never had an 
opportunity to trustingly rest his nose on Herbert’s shoul¬ 
der. But, Herbert has reached that horse. The genial 
spirit of “ Frank Forester ” has penetrated and dispersed 
the dark days of mismanagement, whispering a good 
word or two in season, among the right parties, appealing 
to the natural affections of the noble animal, and calling 
forth the loyal response of all the gallant creature’s fidel¬ 
ity and endurance. 
This is no exaggeration. The length and breadth ot 
this glorious land are now filled with the refreshing prac¬ 
tical philosophy taught by “Frank Forester.” We say 
this not as a mere figure of speech; we assert it as a fact, 
honorable as well to the reading public as to the author 
