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A FEW MEMOIRS OF 
I wish to have a very small, very plain headstone, of Little Falls, 
or Belleville stone, with this inscription: 
HENRY WILLIAM HERBERT, 
of 
ENGLAND, 
Aged 51 years. 
Infelicissimus. 
Will you take care of Yixen ? She has been my only comfort. 
She has never left me for one moment. I am sure she knows I am 
wretched. God bless you and your wife ! 
Here we may perceive how bravely the fine spirit of 
“ Frank Forester ” continues to shine out, even from the 
shattered mind of H. W. Herbert. He cannot bear the 
thought of being buried “ away from humanity.” Ho, 
indeed. Then, with regard to poor little Yixen, (a black- 
and-tan favorite among his dogs,) he is quite sure that 
“she knows I am wretched.” Another of the private 
letters, directed to one of Herbert’s most esteemed friends, 
reads as follows, and shows the chivalry of a spirit which 
could not bear to be suspected :— 
II My Hear - What is done is done and cannot be undone. 1 
know you will blame and probably despise me; but the strength of 
one man is the weakness of another, and I could not endure the agony 
I have been suffering. 
If ever I have vexed, wronged, or offended you, I sincerely and 
humbly beg your pardon. 
As the last request of a dying man, I entreat you, on account of 
this , not to throw up my affairs, but to endeavor to settle them fully. 
I am satisfied that with the rent of the Cedars and my own goods, 
&c., there will be enough to pay every thing that I owe on earth. 
I have the manuscript of three books all ready for the press, which 
ought to produce at least $1000, and I think that in view of this act 
of mine, good or bad, they would sell even now— 
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I assure you that I have received a letter from my beloved wife, 
