Could I have a statement, please? valleypharmacy.com Herbert’s dissatisfaction led him to pull more strings, searching for a genuine pastoral charge, this time in the West Country, which also provided him with a Wiltshire bride from his stepfather’s family. So Mr and Mrs Herbert settled in a comfortable but not showy rectory beside the little church of Bemerton, a brisk walk from Wilton House, splendid home of the Earls of Pembroke (more Herberts, nephews of yet another poetic relative, Sir Philip Sidney). There, in the short space of three happy years, before his sickly frame brought him to the grave in his late thirties, Herbert virtually invented the Anglican country parson, both in the last works of his poetic genius and in a prose meditation on pastoral care which breathes gentle, humorous common sense. As parson and poet, he demands a biography, whereas his undramatic if slightly unusual life would alone scarcely justify a scholarly article.
