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laid, could easily have cut them. We came to the house of Mr. Myddelton (on Monday), where we staid to September 6., and were very kindly entertained — How we spent our time, I am not very able to tell (1) - We saw the wood, which is diversified and romantic.
Sunday, Sept. 4. - We dined with Mr. Myddelton, the clergyman, at Denbigh, where I saw the harvest men very decently dressed, after the afternoon service, standing to be hired On other days, they stand at about four in the morning - they are hired from day to day.
Tuesday, Sept. 6. — - We lay at Wrexham; a busy, extensive, and well built town — it has a very large and magnificent church. It has a famous fair. (2)
Wednesday, Sept. 7. We came to Chirk Castle.
Thursday, Sept. 8. — - We came to the house of Dr. Wor. thington (3), at Llanrhaiadr (4)— Our entertainment was
(1) However this may have been, he was both happy and amused, during his stay at Gwaynynog, and Mr. Myddelton was flattered by the honour of his visit. perpetuat the recollection of it, he (to use Mr. Boswell's words) erected an urn on the banks of a rivulet, in the park, where Johnson delighted to stand and recite verses; on which is this inscription :
This spot was often dignified by the presence of SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL.D. whose Moral Writings, exactly conformable to the Precepts of Christianity, gave ardour to Virtue, and confidence to Truth." In 1777, it would appear from a letter by Johnson to Mrs Thrale, that he was informed that Mr. Myddelton meditated this honour, which seemed to be but little to his taste :-“ Mr. Myddelton's erection of an urn looks like an intention to bury me alive: I would as willingly see my friend, however benevolent and hospitable, quietly inurned. Let him think, for the present, of some more acceptable memorial.” – D.
(2) It was probably on the 6th Sept., in the way from Wrexham to Chirk, that they passed through Ruabon, where the following occur. rence took place: -“A Welsh parson of mean abilities, though a good heart, struck with reverence at the sight of Dr. Johnson, whom he had heard of as the greatest man living, could not find any words to answer his inquiries concerning a mnotto round somebody's arms which adorned a tombstone in Ruabon churchyard. If I remember right, the words were,
• Heb Dw, Heb Dym,
Dw o' diggon.'* And though of no very difficult construction, the gentleman seemed wholly confounded, and unable to explain them; till Mr. Johnson, having picked out the meaning by little and little, said to the man, 'Heb is a preposition, I believe, Sir, is it not ?' My countryman, recovering some spirits upon the sudden question, cried out, “So I humbly presume, Sir,' very comically.” – P.
(3) Dr. Worthington died Oct. 6. 1778, aged seventy five. -D. - Dr. Johnson thus notices his death in a letter to Mrs. Thrale: “ My clericai friend Worthington is dead. I have known him long and to die is dreadful. I believe he was a very good man." - Letters, vol. i. p. 36. — C.
(4) Llanrhaiadr means, The Village of the Waterfall, and takes its name from a spring, about a quarter of a mile from the church.-C.
• It is the Myddelton motto, and means,
Without God - without all!
poor, though his house was not bad. The situation is very pleasant, by the side of a small river, of which the bank rises high on the other side, shaded by gradual rows of trees - The gloom, the stream, and the silence, generate thoughtfulness. The town is old, and very mean, but has, I think, a market In this house, the Welsh translation of the Old Testament was made - The Welsh singing psalms were written by Archdeacon Price They are not considered as elegant, but as very literal, and accurate We came to Llanrhaiadr through Oswestry; a town not very little, nor very mean - the church, which I saw only at a distance, seems to be an edifice much too good for the present state of the place.
Friday, Sept. 9. We visited the waterfall, which is very high, and in rainy weather very copious — There is a reservoir made to supply it — In its fall, it has perforated a rockThere is a room built for entertainment- There was some difficulty in climbing to a near view- Lord Lyttelton(1) came near it, and turned back When we came back, we took some cold meat, and notwithstanding the Doctor's importunities, went that day to Shrewsbury.
Saturday, Sept. 10. - - I sent for Gwynn (2), and he showed us the town the walls are broken, and narrower than those of Chester The town is large, and has many gentlemen's houses, but the streets are narrow - I saw Taylor's library We walked in the Quarry; a very pleasant walk by the river — Our inn was not bad.
Sunday, Sept. 11. - We were at St. Chads, a very large and luminous church - We were on the Castle Hill.
Monday, Sept. 12. - - We called on Dr. Adams (3), and travelled towards Worcester, through Wenlock; a very mean place, though a borough - At noon, we came to Bridgenorth, and walked about the town, of which one part stands on a high rock, and part very low, by the river - There is an old tower, which, being crooked, leans so much, that it is frightful to pass by it - In the afternoon we came through Kinver, a town in Staffordshire, neat and closely built - I believe it has only one street - The road was so steep and miry, that we were forced to stop at Hartlebury, where we had a very neat inn, though it made a very poor appearance.
(1) Thomas, the second Lord. - D. (2) Mr. Gwynn, an architect of considerable celebrity, was a native of Shrewsbury, and was at this time completing a bridge across the Severn, called the English Bridge. - D.
(3) The master of Pembroke College, Oxford ; who was also Rector of St. Chads, in S).rewsbury. - D.
Tucsrlay, Sept. 13. — - We came to Lord Sandys's, at Ombersley, where we were treated with great civility ( ) – The house is large — The hall is a very noble room. Thursday, Sept. 15. — We went to Worcester, a very splen
The cathedral is very noble, with many remarkable monuments The library is in the chapter-house — On the table lay the Nuremberg Chronicle, I think, of the first edition. We went to the china warehouse — The cathedral has a cloister
- The long aisle is, in my opinion, neither so wide nor so high as that of Lichfield.
Friday, Sept. 16. - We went to Hagley, where we were dis
Saturday, Sept. We saw the house park, which equalled my expectation — The house is one square massThe offices are below - The rooms of elegance on the first floor, with two stories of bedchambers, very well disposed above it
The bedchambers have low windows, which abates the dignity of the house — The park has one artificial ruin, and wants water; there is, however, one temporary cascade (3) --- From the farthest hill there is a very wide prospect.
Sunılay, Sept. 18. — I went to church The church is, externally, very mean, and is therefore diligently hidden by a plantation - There are in it several modern monuments of the Lytteltons. - There dined with us Lord Dudley, and Sir Edward Lyttelton, of Staffordshire, and his lady. They were all persons of agreeable conversation. — I found time to reflect on my birthday, and offered a prayer, which I hope was heard.
Monday, Sept. 19. — - We made haste away from a place where all were offended (4) - In the way we visited the Leasowes — It was rain, yet we visited all the waterfalls There are, in one place, fourteen falls in a short line — It is
(1) It was here that Johnson had as much wall-fruit as he wished, and, as he told Mrs. Thrale, for the only time in his life. - D.
(2) This visit was not to Lord Lyttelton, but to his uncle [called Billy Lyttelton, afterwards, by successive creations, Lord Westcote, and Lord Lyttelton),
the father of the present Lord, who lived at a house called Little Hagley. - D. – This gentleman was an intimate friend of Mr. Thrale, and had some years before invited Johnson (through Mrs. Thrale) to visit him at Hagley, antè, Vol. III. p. 162. — C.
(3) He was enraged at artificial ruins and temporary cascades, so that I wonder at his leaving his opinion of them dubious; besides he hated the Lytteltons, and would rejoice at an opportunity of insulting them. – P.
(4) Mrs. Lyttelton, ci-devant Caroline Bristow, forced me to play at whist against my liking, and her husband took away Johnson's candle that he anted to read by at the other end of the room. Those, I trust, were the Ontences. -- P.
the next place to Ilam gardens. Poor Shenstone never tasted his pension It is not very well proved that any pension was obtained for him (1)- I am afraid that he died of misery.. We came to Birmingham, and I sent for Wheeler (2), whom I found well.
Tuesday, Sept. 20. - We breakfasted with Wheeler, and visited the manufacture of Papier maché — The paper which they use is smooth whited brown; the varnish is polished with rotten stone Wheeler gave me a teaboard We then went to Boulton's, who, with great civility, led us through his shops — I could not distinctly see his enginery — Twelve dozen of buttons for three shillings — Spoons struck at once.
Wednesday, Sept. 21. — Wheeler came to us again — We came easily to Woodstock.
Thursday, Sept. 22. We saw Blenheim and Woodstock park - The park contains two thousand five hundred acres ; about four square miles. It has red deer — Mr. Bryant showed me the library with great civility - Durandi Rationale, 1459 (3) — Lascaris' Grammar of the first edition, well printed, but much less than later editions The first Batrachomyomachia — The duke sent Mr. Thrale partridges and fruit - At night we came to Oxford.
Friday, Sept. 23. - We visited Mr. Coulson - The ladies wandered about the university.
Saturday, Sept. 24. - Kab.–Wedine(4) with Mr. Coulson (5)
(1). [Lord Loughborough applied to Lord Bute, to procure Shenstone a pension ; but that it was ever asked of the king is not certain.
He was made to believe that the patent was actually made out, when his death rendered unnecessary any further concern of his friends for his future ease and tranquillity. - ANDERSON.]
(2) Dr. Benjamin Wheeler; he was a native of Oxford, and originally on the foundation of Trinity College. He took his degree of A. M. Nov. 14. 1758, and D. D. July 6. 1770; and was a man of extensive learning. Dr. Johnson styles him " My learned friend, the man with whom I most delighted to converse."-Letters. - D.
(3) This is a work written by William Durand, Bishop of Mende, and printed on vellum, in folio, by Fust and Schoeffer, in Menta, 1459.' It is the third book that is known to be printed with a date. — D.
(4) Of the dinner at University College I remember nothing, unless it was there that Mr. Vansittart, a flourishing sort of character, showed off his graceful form by fencing with Mr. Seward, who joined us at Oxforå. We had a grand dinner at Queen's College, and Dr. Johnson made Miss Thrale and me observe the ceremony of the grace cup; but I have but a faint remembrance of it, and can in nowise teil who invited
us, or how we came by our academical honour of hearing our healths drank in form, and I half believe in Latin.-P.
(5) Mr. Coulson was a senior Fellow of University College. Lord Stowell informs me that he was very eccentric. He would on a fine day hang out
Vansittart told me his distemper — Afterwards we were at Burke's (at Beaconstield], where we heard of the dissolution of the parliament (1) - We went home.
of the college windows his various pieces of apparel to air, which used to be universally answered by the young men hanging out from all the other windows quilts, carpets, rags, and every kind of trash, and this was called an illumination. His notions of the eminence and importance of his academic situation were so peculiar that, when he afterwards accepted a college living, he expressed to Lord Stowell his doubts whether, after living so long in the great world, he might not grow weary of the comparative retirement of a country parish. — C.
(1) Dr. Johnson had always a very great personal regard and particular affection for Mr. Burke; and when at this time the general election broke up the delightful society in which we had spent some time at Bea consfield, Dr. Johnson shook the hospitable master of the house kindly by the hand, and said, “ Farewell, my dear Sir, and remember that I wish you all the success which ought to be wished you, which can possibly be wished you, indeed, by an honest man." - P.