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1779. there was a vivacity in our late celebrated friend, which drove away the thoughts of death from any association with him. I am sure you will be tenderly affected with his departure; and I would wish to hear from you upon the subject. I was obliged to him in my days of effervescence in London, when poor Derrick was my governour; and since that time I received many civilities from him. Do you remember how pleasing it was, when I received a letter from him at Inverary, upon our first return to civilized living after our Hebridean journey. I shall álways remember him with affection as well as admiration.

"On Saturday last, being the 30th of January, I drank coffee and old port, and had solemn conversation with the Reverend Mr. Falconer, a nonjuring bishop, a very learned and worthy man. He gave two toasts, which you will believe I drank with cordiality, Dr. Samuel Johnson, and Flora Macdonald. I sat about four hours with him, and it was really as if I had been living in the last century. The Episcopal Church of Scotland, though faithful to the royal house of Stuart, has never accepted of any congé d'élire, since the Revolution; it is the only true Episcopal Church in Scotland, as it has its own succession of bishops. For as to the episcopal clergy who take the oaths to the present government, they indeed follow the rites of the Church of England, but, as Bishop Falconer observed, they are not Episcopals; for they are under no bishop, as a bishop

Mr. Boswell is perfectly correct. Garrick was baptized at Hereford, Feb. 28, 1716-17, and died at his house in London, Jan. 20, 1779. The inaccuracy of lapidary inscriptions is well known. MALONE.]

cannot have authority beyond his diocese.' This venerable gentleman did me the honour to dine with me yesterday, and he laid his hands upon the heads of my little ones. We had a good deal of curious literary conversation, particularly about Mr. Thomas Ruddiman, with whom he lived in great friendship.

Any fresh instance of the uncertainty of life. makes one embrace more closely a valuable friend. My dear and much respected Sir, may God preserve you long in this world while I am in it.

"I am ever,

"Your much obliged,

"And affectionate humble servant,

"JAMES BOSWELL."

On the 23d of February I wrote to him again, complaining of his silence, as I had heard he was ill, and had written to Mr. Thrale for information concerning him; and I announced my intention of soon being again in London.

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"WHY should you take such delight to make a bustle, to write to Mr. Thrale that I am negligent, and to Francis to do what is so very unnecessary. Thrale, you may be sure, cared not about it; and I shall spare Francis the trouble, by ordering a set both of the Lives and Poets to dear Mrs. Boswell,1

He sent a set elegantly bound and gilt, which was received as a very handsome present.

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1779. in acknowledgement of her marmalade. Persuade her to accept them, and accept them kindly. If I thought she would receive them scornfully, I would send them to Miss Boswell, who, I hope, has yet none of her mamma's ill-will to me.

"I would send sets of Lives, four volumes, to some other friends, to Lord Hailes first. His second volume lies by my bed-side; a book surely of great labour, and to every just thinker of great delight. Write me word to whom I shall send besides; would it please Lord Auchinleck? Mrs. Thrale waits in the coach.

"I am, dear Sir, &c.

"March 13, 1779.

"SAM. JOHNSON."

This letter crossed me on the road to London, where I arrived on Monday, March 15, and next morning at a late hour, found Dr. Johnson sitting over his tea, attended by Mrs. Desmoulins, Mr. Levett, and a clergyman, who had come to submit some poetical pieces to his revision. It is wonderful what a number and variety of writers, some of them even unknown to him, prevailed on his good-nature to look over their works, and suggest corrections and improvements. My arrival interrupted, for a little while, the important business of this true representative of Bayes; upon its being resumed, I found that the subject under immediate consideration was a translation, yet in manuscript, of the Carmen Seculare of Horace, which had this year been set to musick, and performed as a publick entertainment in London, for the joint benefit of Monsieur Philidor and Signor Baretti. When Johnson had done reading, the authour asked him bluntly, "If upon the

whole it was a good translation?" Johnson, whose
regard for truth was uncommonly strict, seemed to
be puzzled for a moment, what answer to make; as
he certainly could not honestly commend the per-
formance with exquisite address he evaded the ques-
tion thus, "Sir, I do not say that it may not be made
a very good translation." Here nothing whatever in
favour of the performance was affirmed, and yet the
writer was not shocked. A printed "Ode to the
Warlike Genius of Britain," came next in review;
the bard was a lank bony figure, with short black
hair; he was writhing himself in agitation, while
Johnson read, and shewing his teeth in a grin of
earnestness, exclaimed in broken sentences, and in a
keen sharp tone, "Is that poetry, Sir?-Is it Pindar?"
JOHNSON."6 Why, Sir, there is here a great deal of
what is called poetry." Then, turning to me, the
poet cried, "My muse has not been long upon the
town, and (pointing to the Ode) it trembles under
the hand of the great critick." Johnson, in a tone
of displeasure, asked him, "Why do you praise
Anson?" I did not trouble him by asking his reason
for this question. He proceeded,
"Here is an
errour, Sir; you have made Genius feminine."-
Palpable, Sir; (cried the enthusiast) I know it.
But (in a lower tone) it was to pay a compliment to
the Duchess of Devonshire, with which her Grace
was pleased. She is walking across Coxheath, in the
military uniform, and I suppose her to be the Genius
of Britain." JOHNSON. "Sir, you are giving a rea-
son for it; but that will not make it right. You
may have a reason why two and two should make
five; but they will still make but four."

Although I was several times with him in the

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1779. course of the following days, such it seems were my Ætat. 70, occupations, or such my negligence, that I have pre

served no memorial of his conversation till Friday, March 26, when I visited him. He said he expected to be attacked on account of his "Lives of the Poets." "However (said he) I would rather be attacked than unnoticed. For the worst thing you can do to an authour is to be silent as to his works. An assault upon a town is a bad thing; but starving it is still worse; an assault may be unsuccessful, you may have more men killed than you kill; but if you starve the town, you are sure of victory."

Talking of a friend of ours associating with persons of very discordant principles and characters; I said he was a very universal man, quite a man of the world. JOHNSON." Yes, Sir; but one may be so much a man of the world, as to be nothing in the world. I remember a passage in Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield,' which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing." BOSWELL. "That was a fine passage." JOHNSON. "Yes, Sir: there was another fine passage too, which he struck out: "When I was a young man, being anxious to distinguish myself, I was perpetually starting new propositions. But I soon gave this over; for, I found that generally what was new was false."2 I said I did not like to

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[Dr. Burney, in a note introduced in a former page, has mentioned this circumstance, concerning Goldsmith, as communicated to him by Dr. Johnson; not recollecting that it occurred here. His remark, however, is not wholly superfluous, as it ascertains that the words which Goldsmith had put into the mouth of a fictitious character in "The Vicar of Wakefield," and which, as we learn from Dr. Johnson, he afterwards expunged, related, like many other passages in his Novel, to himself. MALONE.]