How soon he destroyed the one and confirmed the other, history has recorded, and we are not going to dwell upon that here, except to say that one of the few redeeming points about James the First in the eyes of the people was that he had a son who promised to make up by his virtues for all the vice and silliness of his father.

They could endure the whims of their ill-conditioned king all the better for knowing that after him was to come a prince after their own heart, one of English sympathies and English instincts; one who even as a boy had won their hearts by his pluck, his frankness, and his wit, and who, as he grew up, developed into a manhood as vigorous and noble as that of his father was mean and imbecile.
Henry was, as we have said, emphatically an English boy--not in birth, for his father was Scotch and his mother a Dane--but in every other respect in which an English boy has a distinctive character.

He was brave and honest, and merry and generous; his delight was in athletic exercise and manly sports; the anecdote we have quoted will testify to his skill and pluck.

We read of him living at one time at Richmond, and swimming daily in the Thames; of his riding more than 100 miles in one day; of his hunting, and tennis playing, and shooting.

The people could not fail to love one who so thoroughly entered into their sports, or to admire him all the more for his proficiency in them.
But, unlike some boys, Henry did not cultivate physical exercises at the expense of his mind.