"Garrick was followed to the Abbey by a long extended train of friends, illustrious for their rank and genius. I saw old Samuel Johnson standing beside his grave, at the foot of Shakspeare's monument, and bathed in tears. A few succeeding years laid him in earth; and though the marble shall preserve for ages the exact resemblance of his form and features, his own strong pen has pictured out a transcript of his mind, that shall outlive that and the very language which he laboured to perpetuate. Johnson's best days were dark; and only when his life was far in the decline, he enjoyed a gleam of fortune long withheld. Compare him with his countryman and contemporary last mentioned, and it will be one instance among many, that the man who only brings the muse's bantlings into the world has a better lot in it than he who has the credit of begetting them.

"Shortly after Garrick's death, Dr. Johnson was told in a large company, You are recent from your Lives of the Poets: why not add your friend Garrick to the number?' Johnson's answer was, I do not like to be officious; but if Mrs. Garrick will desire me to do it, I shall be very willing to pay that last tribute to the memory of the man I loved.' This sentiment was conveyed to Mrs. G. but no answer was ever received,

"The expanse of matter which Johnson had found room for in his intellectual storehouse, the correctness with which he had assorted it, and the readiness with which he could turn to any article that he wanted to make present use of, were the properties in him which I contemplated with the most admiration. Some have called him a savage; they were only so far right in the resemblance, as that, like the savage, he never came into suspicious company without his spear in his hand and his bow and quiver at his back.

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"As a poet, his translations of Juvenal gave him a name in the world, and gained him the applause of Pope. He was a writer of tragedy, but his Irene gives him no conspicuous rank in that department. As an essayist he merits more consideration his Ramblers are in every body's hands; about them opinions vary, and I rather believe the style of these essays is not now considered as a good model; this he corrected in his more advanced age, as may be seen in his Lives of the Poets, where his diction, though occasionally elaborate and highly metaphorical, is not nearly so inflated and ponderous as in the Ramblers. He was an acute and able critic; the enthusiastic admirers of Milton and the friends of Gray will have something to complain of, but criticism is a task which no man executes to all men's satisfaction. His selection of a certain passage in the Mourning Bride of Congreve, which he extols so rapturously, is certainly a most unfortunate sample; but unless the oversights of a critic are less pardonable than those of other men, we may pass this over in a work of merit, which abounds in beauties far more prominent than its defects, and much more pleasing to contemplate. In works professedly of fancy he is not very co

1 [Here followed the passage introduced ante, p. 429, n.-ED.]

pious; yet in his Rasselas we have much to admire, and enough to make us wish for more. It is the work of an illuminated mind, and offers many wise and deep reflections, clothed in beautiful and harmonious diction. We are not indeed familiar with such personages as Johnson had imagined for the characters of his fable, but if we are not exceedingly interested in their story, we are infinitely gratified with their conversation and remarks. In conclusion, Johnson's era was not wanting in men to be distinguished for their talents, yet if one was to be selected out as the first great literary character of the time, I believe all voices would concur in naming him. Let me here insert the following lines, descriptive of his character, though not long since written by me, and to be found in a public print:

"ON SAMUEL JOHNSON

"Herculean strength and a Stentorian voice,
Of wit a fund, of words a countless choice:
In learning rather various than profound,
In truth intrepid, in religion sound:
A trembling form and a distorted sight,
But firm in judgment and in genius bright;
In controversy seldom known to spare,
But humble as the publican in prayer;
To more than merited his kindness, kind,
And, though in manners harsh, of friendly mind;
Deep tinged with melancholy's blackest shade,
And, though prepared to die, of death afraid-
Such Johnson was; of him with justice vain,
When will this nation see his like again?"

Lord Chedworth, in his Letters to the Rev. Mr. Crompton, (p. 222.) relates the following Anecdote.

"When I was last in town I dined in company with the eminent Mr. C. of whom I did not form a high opinion. He asserted that Dr. Johnson originally intended to abuse Paradise Lost, but being informed that the nation would not bear it, he produced the critique which now stands in the Life of Milton, and which he admitted to be excellent. I contended that Dr. Johnson had there expressed his real opinion, which no man was less afraid of delivering than Dr. Johnson, that the critique was written con amore, and that the work was praised with such a glow of fondness, and the grounds of that praise were so fally and satisfactorily unfolded, that it was impossible Dr. Johnson should not have felt the value of the work, which he had so liberally and rationally commended. It came out afterwards that Di. Johnson had disgusted Mr. C[oxe]. He had supped at Thrale's one night, when he sat near the upper end of the table, and Dr. Johnson near the lower end; and having related a long story which had very much delighted the company, in the pleasure resulting from which relation Dr. Johnson had not (from his deafness and the distance at which he sat) participated, Mrs. Tarale desired him to retell it to the Doctor. C[oxe] complied, and going down to the bottom of the table, bawled it over again in Dr. Johnson's ear: when he had finished, Johnson replied, So, sa, and this you relate as a good thing: at which C[oxe] fired. He added to us, Now it was a good thing, because it was about the King of Po

2 [Mr. Crompton informs the Editor, that this was the Rev. William Coxe, who had recently published his travels.-ED.]

land. Of the value of the story, as he did not relate it, I cannot judge; but I am sure you will concur with me that it was not therefore necessarily a good thing because it was about a king. I think Johnson's behaviour was indefensibly rude, but from the sample I had of C[oxe]'s conversation, I am led to suspect that Johnson's censure was not unfounded,"

ANECDOTES OF DR. JOHNSON.

BY MR. WICKINS, OF LICHFIELD. (From the Gentleman's Magazine, vol. xciii. p 389.) [Dr. Harwood informs the Editor, that Mr. Wickins was a respectable draper in Lichfield. It is very true that Dr. Johnson was accustomed to call on him during his visits to his native town. The garden attached to his house was ornamented in the manner he describes,

and no doubt was ever entertained of the exactness of his anecdotes.-ED.]

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Walking one day with him in my garden at Lichfield, we entered a small meandering shrubbery, whose Vista not lengthened to the sight,' gave promise of a larger extent. I observed that he might perhaps conceive that he was entering an extensive labyrinth, but that it would prove a deception, though I hoped not an unpardonable one. 'Sir,' said he, don't tell me of deception; a lie, sir, is a lie, whether it be a lie to the eye or a lie to the ear.'

"Passing on we came to an urn which I had erected to the memory of a deceased friend. I asked him how he liked that urn-it was of the true Tuscan order. 'Sir,' said he, 'I hate them'; they are nothing, they mean nothing, convey no ideas but ideas of horror-would they were beaten to pieces to pave our streets!'

. We then came to a cold bath. I expatiated upon its salubrity. Sir,' said he, how do you do? Very well, I thank you, Doctor.' Then, sir, let well enough alone, and be content. I hate immersion.' Truly, as Falstaff says, the Doctor would have a sort of alacrity at sinking.' "Upon the margin stood the Venus de Medicis.

So stands the statue that enchants the world.”

• Throw her,' said he, into the pond to hide her nakedness, and to cool her lasciviousness.'

"He then, with some difficulty, squeezed himself into a root house, when his eye caught the following lines from Parnell :

'Go search among your idle dreams,
Your busy, or your vain extremes,
And find a life of equal bliss,

Or own the next began in this." "The Doctor, however, not possessing any silvan ideas, seemed not to admit that heaven could be an Arcadia.

"I then observed him with Herculean strength tugging at a nail which he was endeavouring to extract from the bark of a plum tree; and having accomplished it, he exclaimed, There, sir, I

[See a similar sentiment on the occasion of Mr. Myddleton's urn to himself, ante, p. 113.-ED.]

2 [A mistake; he was a good swimmer. See ante, p. 84.-ED.]

have done some good to-day; the tree might have festered. I make a rule, sir, to do some good every day of my life.'

Returning through the house, he stepped into a small study or book-room. The first book he laid his hands upon was Harwood's 3 Liberal Translation of the New Testament.' The passage which first caught his eye was from that sublime apostrophe in St. John, upon the St. John, raising of Lazarus, Jesus wept ;' which xi. 35. Harwood had conceitedly rendered

and Jesus, the Saviour of the world, burst into a flood of tears.' He contemptuously threw the book aside, exclaiming, Puppy!' I then showed him Sterne's Sermons. Sir,' said he, do you ever read any others?' Yes, Doctor; I read Sherlock, Tillotson, Beveridge, and others.' Ay, sir, there you drink the cup of salvation to the bottom; here you have merely the froth from

the surface.'

"In Boswell's Life of Dr. John- G. W. L. son,' says another correspondent of Gent. Mag. v. the Gentleman's Magazine," he 4 xciv. p. 386. relates, that Garrick being asked by Johnson what people said of his Dictionary, told him, that among other animadversions, it was objected that he cited authorities which were beneath the dignity of such a work, and mentioned Richardson. Nay,' said Johnson, I have done worse than that; I have cited thee, David.' This anecdote induced me to turn over the leaves of his Dictionary, that I might note the citations from each writer. Two only I found from Garrick, viz.

'Our bard's a fabulist, and deals in fiction." I know you all expect from seeing me, Some formal lecture, spoke with prudish face.' The quotations from Richardson are at least eighty in number; almost all of which are from his Clarissa."

"Dr. Brocklesby, a few days before Green, the death of Dr. Johnson, found on the table v. xcii. Dr. Kippis's account of the Disputes of p. 592. the Royal Society. Dr. J. inquired of his physician if he had read it, who answered in the negative. You are at no loss, sir. It is poor stuff,

3 The reader must bear in mind that this Doctor Edward Harwood, the same mentioned by Mr. Cradock, and who has been dead many years, is not to be confounded with Dr. Thomas Harwood, of Lichfield, who is now alive, and whose information is quoted at the head of this article.-ED.]

4 [It was Mr. Langton who related it, on the authority of J. G. Cooper. See ante, p. 243. - ED.]

5 This and the four following anecdotes are told by Mr. Green of Lichfield. See ante, p. 44.-ED.]

indeed, a sad unscholar-like performance. I could not have believed that that man would have written so ill.'

"He then said, 'Dr. Brocklesby, do you think there is a possibility that I should recover?' What nature may do I cannot say, but art has done her utmost.' How long do you think I may live?' I cannot precisely say, perhaps a few days.' That is honest and friendly. Do you think I can live a week?' 'No.' Do you think I can live six days?'' Perhaps so.' Then I will take no more physic; and now you will say I have killed myself '.'

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Being desired to call in Dr. Warren, he said, they might call in any body they pleased; ' and Warren was called. At his going away, 'You have come in,' said Dr. Johnson, at the eleventh hour; but you shall be paid the same with your fellow-labourers. Francis, put into Dr. Warren's coach a copy of the English Poets.'

"Some years before, some person in a company at Salisbury, of which Dr. Johnson was one, vouched for the company, that there was nobody in it afraid of death.-Speak for yourself, sir; for indeed I am.' 'I did not say of dying,' replied the other; but of death, meaning its consequences.' And so I mean,' rejoined the Doctor; 'I am very seriously afraid of the consequences.""

"Mr. Nichols was present when Gent. Mag. Mr. Henderson, the actor, had the v. lxi. p. 500. honour of being introduced to Dr. Johnson, and was highly entertained by the interview. The conversation turning on the merits of a certain dramatic writer, Johnson said, 'I never did the man an injury; but he would persist in reading his tragedy to me.' When Henderson was taking his leave, he invited him with much earnestness to come again frequently. The oftener you call on me, sir, the more welcome will your visits be.'"'

"A literary lady, expressing to Dr. Johnson her approbation of his Dictionary, and, in particular, her satisfaction at his not having admitted into it any improper words-' No, madam,' replied he; I hope I have not daubed my fingers. I find, however, that you have been looking for them.'

"Boswell, in his minute and entertaining account of Johnson's Life, has omitted to mention, that, when the Doctor first came to London with his pupil, Garrick, they borrowed five pounds on their joint note of Mr. Wilcocks, the bookseller in the Strand.”

"The mention of Johnson's name," writes Sir Joseph Mawbey, "reminds me of an anecdote of him which I had from Garrick, with whom I belonged to a summer club for many years (till he died), first held at the assemblyhouse at Walton Bridge, and afterwards at Hampton. I believe Mr. Boswell does not mention this anecdote in his account of Johnson.

"Whilst Johnson was sitting in one of the coffee-houses at Oxford, about the time when he had a doctor's degree conferred on him by the Univer

See ante, page 422.-ED.]

sity, some young men approached him with a view to entertainment. They knew the subject of Scotch poetry and Scotch literature would call him forth. They talked of Ossian, and Home's tragedy of Douglas; and one of them repeated some verses from the latter; after which he caded out, There's imagery for you, Dr. Johnson! There's description! Did you ever know any man write like that?' Johnson replied, with that tone of voice and motion of head and body for which he was remarkable, and which Garrick used to mimick inimitably, Yes, sir, many a man, many a woman, and many a child'."

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"The first visit Goldsmith ever received from Dr. Johnson was on May 31, 1761; Golds when he gave an invitation to him and much other company, many of them literary men, to a supper in his lodgings. Dr. Percy, tistep of Dromore, one of the company then invited, being intimate with the great lexicographer, was desired to call upon him and take him with him. As they went together, the former was much struck with the studied neatness of Johnson's dress. He had on a new suit of clothes, a new wig nicely powdered, and every thing about him so perfectly dissimilar from his usual habits and appearance, that his companion could not help inquiring the cause of this singular transformation. 'Why, sir,' said Johnson, I hear that Goldsmith, who is a very great sloven, justifies his disregard of cleanliness and decency by quoting my practice, and I am desirous this night to show him a better example.':

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Parker.

"Dr. Johnson's friendship for Mrs. Rev. Mr. Elizabeth Aston commenced at the palace in Lichfield, the residence of Mr. Waimesley: with Mrs. Gastrel he became acquainted in London, at the house of her brother-in-law, Mr. Hervey. During the Doctor's annual visits to his daughter-in-law, Lucy Porter, he spent much of his time at Stow-hill, where Mrs. Gastrel and Mrs. Elizabeth Aston resided. They were the daughters of Sir Thomas Aston, of Aston-hall in Cheshire, of whom it is said, that being applied to for some account of his family, to illustrate the History of Cheshire, he replied, that the title and

2 [I have quoted this anecdote solely with the view of showing to how little credit hearsay anecdotes are in general entitled. Here is a story published by Sir Joseph Mawbey, a member of the house of commons, and a person every way worthy of credit, who says he had it fem Garrick. Now mark-Johnson's "visit to Oxford about

the time of his doctor's degree" was in 1754, the first time he had been there since he left the university : bat Douglas was not acted till 1756, and Ossian net priùshed till 1760. Every one knows that Dr. Johnson said cf Ossian that "many men, many women, and many children Joseph Mawbey's story is false. Mr. Tyers reisted the same story, Gentleman's Magazine, 1785, p. 86; but and not lay the scene with such minute inaccuracy as Sirle seph did.-ED.)

might have written it." All therefore that is new in St

3 [It was also in this year, 1761, that Goldsmith published the "Vicar of Wakefield." (See ante, vol. i p 188. n.) This leads the Editor to observe a more serious

inaccuracy of Mrs. Piozzi than Mr. Boswell notices, whet she says Johnson left her table to go and sell the » Virst of Wakefield" for Goldsmith. Now Dr. Johnson was not acquainted with the Thrales till 1765, four years after the book had been published.-Ed. J.

4 The following anecdotes are told by Mr. Parker from the relation of Mrs. Aston and her sister.—ED.]