James Boswell

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propriety and spirit. But I should be sorry to contribute in any degree to your acquiring an excess of self-sufficiency … I own indeed that when … to display my extensive erudition, I have quoted Greek, Latin and French sentences one after another with astonishing celerity; or have got into my Old-hock humour and fallen a-raving about princes and lords, knights and geniuses, ladies of quality and harpsichords; you, with a peculiar comic smile, have gently reminded me of the importance of a man to himself, and slily left the room with the witty Dean lying open at—P.P. clerk of this parish. [Swift’s Works, ed. 1803, xxiii. 142.] I, Sir, who enjoy the pleasure of your intimate acquaintance, know that many of your hours of retirement are devoted to thought.’ The Ode is serious. He describes himself as having

      ‘A soul by nature formed to feel Grief sharper than the tyrant’s steel, And bosom big with swelling thought From ancient lore’s remembrance brought.’

      In the winter of 1761-2 he had helped as a contributor and part-editor in bringing out a Collection of Original Poems. (Boswell and Erskine’s Letters, p. 27.) His next publication, also anonymous, was The Club at Newmarket, written, as the Preface says, ‘in the Newmarket Coffee Room, in which the author, being elected a member of the Jockey Club, had the happiness of passing several sprightly good-humoured evenings.’ It is very poor stuff. In the winter of 1762-3 he joined in writing the Critical Strictures, mentioned post, June 25, 1763. Just about the time that he first met Johnson he and his friend the Hon. Andrew Erskine had published in their own names a very impudent little volume of the correspondence that had passed between them. Of this I published an edition with notes in 1879, together with Boswell’s Journal of a Tour to Corsica. (Messrs. Thos. De La Rue & Co.).

      [1135] Boswell, in 1768, in the preface to the third edition of his Corsica described ‘the warmth of affection and the dignity of veneration’ with which he never ceased to think of Mr. Johnson.

      [1136] In the Garrick Carres, (ii. 83) there is a confused letter from this unfortunate man, asking Garrick for the loan of five guineas. He had a scheme for delivering dramatic lectures at Eton and Oxford; ‘but,’ he added, ‘my externals have so unfavourable an appearance that I cannot produce myself with any comfort or hope of success.’ Garrick sent him five guineas. He had been a Major in the army, an actor, and dramatic author. ‘For the last seven years of his life he struggled under sickness and want to a degree of uncommon misery.’ Gent. Mag. for 1784, p. 959.

      [1137] As great men of antiquity such as Scipio Africanus had an epithet added to their names, in consequence of some celebrated action, so my illustrious friend was often called DICTIONARY JOHNSON, from that wonderful atchievement of genius and labour, his Dictionary of the English Language; the merit of which I contemplate with more and more admiration. BOSWELL. In like manner we have ‘Hermes Harris,’ ‘Pliny Melmoth,’ ‘Demosthenes Taylor,’ ‘Persian Jones,’ ‘Abyssinian Bruce,’ ‘Microscope Baker,’ ‘Leonidas Glover,’ ‘Hesiod Cooke,’ and ‘Corsica Boswell.’

      [1138] See ante, p. 124. He introduced Boswell to Davies, who was ‘the immediate introducer.’ Post, under June 18, 1783, note.

      [1139] On March 2, 1754 (not 1753), the audience called for a repetition of some lines which they applied against the government. ‘Diggs, the actor, refused by order of Sheridan, the manager, to repeat them; Sheridan would not even appear on the stage to justify the prohibition. In an instant the audience demolished the inside of the house, and reduced it to a shell.’ Walpole’s Reign of George II, i. 389, and Gent. Mag. xxiv. 141. Sheridan’s friend, Mr. S. Whyte, says (_Miscellanea Nova, p. 16):—‘In the year 1762 Sheridan’s scheme for an English Dictionary was published. That memorable year he was nominated for a pension.’ He quotes (p. 111) a letter from Mrs. Sheridan, dated Nov. 29, 1762, in which she says:—‘I suppose you must have heard that the King has granted him a pension of 200£. a year, merely as an encouragement to his undertaking.’

      [1140] See post, March 28, 1776.

      [1141] Horace Walpole describes Lord Bute as ‘a man that had passed his life in solitude, and was too haughty to admit to his familiarity but half a dozen silly authors and flatterers. Sir Henry Erskine, a military poet, Home, a tragedy-writing parson,’ &c. Mem. of the Reign of George III, i. 37.

      [1142] See post, March 28, 1776.

      [1143] ‘Native wood-notes wild.’ Milton’s L’Allegro, l. 134

      [1144]

      ‘In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas

       Corpora. Di coeptis (nam vos mutastis et illas)

       Adspirate meis.’

       ‘Of bodies changed to various forms I sing:—

       Ye Gods from whence these miracles did spring

       Inspired, &c.’—DRYDEN, Ov. Met. i.i.

      See post under March 30, 1783, for Lord Loughborough.

      [1145] See post, May 17, 1783, and June 24, 1784. Sheridan was not of a forgiving nature. For some years he would not speak to his famous son: yet he went with his daughters to the theatre to see one of his pieces performed. ‘The son took up his station by one of the side scenes, opposite to the box where they sat, and there continued, unobserved, to look at them during the greater part of the night. On his return home he burst into tears, and owned how deeply it had gone to his heart, “to think that there sat his father and his sisters before him, and yet that he alone was not permitted to go near them.”’ Moore’s Sheridan, i. 167.

      [1146] As Johnson himself said:—‘Men hate more steadily than they love; and if I have said something to hurt a man once, I shall not get the better of this by saying many things to please him.’ Post, Sept. 15, 1777.

      [1147] P. 447. BOSWELL. ‘There is another writer, at present of gigantic fame in these days of little men, who has pretended to scratch out a life of Swift, but so miserably executed as only to reflect back on himself that disgrace which he meant to throw upon the character of the Dean.’ The Life of Doctor Swift, Swift’s Works, ed. 1803, ii. 200. There is a passage in the Lives of the Poets (Works, viii. 43) in which Johnson might be supposed playfully to have anticipated this attack. He is giving an account of Blackmore’s imaginary Literary Club of Lay Monks, of which the hero was ‘one Mr. Johnson.’ ‘The rest of the Lay Monks,’ he writes, ‘seem to be but feeble mortals, in comparison with the gigantick Johnson.’ See also post, Oct. 16, 1769. Horace Walpole (Letters, v. 458) spoke no less scornfully than Sheridan of Johnson and his contemporaries. On April 27, 1773, after saying that he should like to be intimate with Anstey (the author of the New Bath Guide), or with the author of the Heroic Epistle, he continues:—‘I have no thirst to know the rest of my contemporaries, from the absurd bombast of Dr. Johnson down to the silly Dr. Goldsmith; though the latter changeling has had bright gleams of parts, and the former had sense, till he changed it for words, and sold it for a pension. Don’t think me scornful. Recollect that I have seen Pope and lived with Gray.’

      [1148] Johnson is thus mentioned by Mrs. Sheridan in a letter dated, Blois, Nov. 16, 1743, according to the Garrick Corres, i. 17, but the date is wrongly given, as the Sheridans went to Blois in 1764: ‘I have heard Johnson decry some of the prettiest pieces of writing we have in English; yet Johnson is an honourable man—that is to say, he is a good critic, and in other respects a man of enormous talents.’

      [1149] My position has been very well illustrated by Mr. Belsham of Bedford, in his Essay on Dramatic Poetry. ‘The fashionable doctrine (says he) both of moralists and criticks in these times is, that virtue and happiness are constant concomitants; and it is regarded as a kind of dramatick impiety to maintain that virtue should not be rewarded, nor vice punished in the last scene of the last act of every tragedy. This conduct in our modern poets is, however, in my opinion, extremely injudicious; for, it labours in vain to inculcate a doctrine in theory, which every one knows to be false in fact,