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is technically expressed, is in meditatione fuga: WILKES. “ That, I should think, may be safely sworn of all the Scotch nation." JOHNSON. (To Mr. Wilkes) “ You must know, Sir, I lately took my friend Boswell, and shewed him genuine civilized life in an English provincial town. I turned him loose at Lichfield, my native city, that he might see for once real civility: for you know he lives among savages in Scotland, and among rakes in London.” Wilkes. “ Except when he is with grave, sober, decent people, like you and me.” JOHNSON. (smiling) " And we ashamed of him.”

They were quite frank and easy. Johnson told the story of his asking Mrs. Macaulay to allow her footman to sit down with them, to prove the ridiculousness of the argument for the equality of mankind; and he said to me afterwards, with a nod of satisfaction, “You saw Mr. Wilkes acquiesced.” Wilkes talked with all imaginable freedom of the ludicrous title given to the Attorney-General, Diabolus regis; adding, “ I have reason to know something about that officer; for I was prosecuted for a libel.” Johnson, who many people would have supposed must have been furiously angry at hearing this talked of so lightly, said not a word. He was now, indeed, “a good-humoured fellow.”

After dinner we had an accession of Mrs. Knowles, the Quaker lady, well known for her various talents, and of Mr. Alderman Lee. Amidst some patriotick groans, somebody (I think the Alderman) said, “ Poor old England is lost.” JOHNSON. “ Sir, it is not so much to be lamented that old England is lost, as that the Scotch have found it." WILKES. “ Had Lord Bute governed Scotland only, I should not have taken

It would not become me to expatiate on this strong and pointed remark, in which a very great deal of meaning is condensed.

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the trouble to write his eulogy, and dedicate · MORTIMER' to him.”

Mr. Wilkes held a candle to shew a fine print of a beautiful female figure which hung in the room, and pointed out the elegant contour of the bosom with the finger of an arch connoisseur. He afterwards in a conversation with me waggishly insisted, that all the time Johnson shewed visible signs of a fervent admiration of the corresponding charms of the fair Quaker.

This record, though by no means so perfect as I could wish, will serve to give a notion of a very curious interview, which was not only pleasing at the time, but had the agreeable and benignant effect of reconciling any animosity, and sweetening any acidity, which, in the various bustle of political contest, had been produced in the minds of two men, who though widely different, had so many things in common-classical learning, modern literature, wit and humour, and ready repartee—that it would have been much to be regretted if they had been for ever at a distance from each other.

Mr. Burke gave me much credit for this successful negotiation, and pleasantly said, “ that there was nothing equal to it in the whole history of the Corps Diplomatique.

I attended Dr. Johnson home, and had the satisfaction to hear him tell Mrs. Williams how much he had been pleased with Mr. Wilkes's company, and what an agreeable day he had passed.

I talked a good deal to him of the celebrated Margaret Caroline Rudd, whom I had visited, induced by the fame of her talents, address, and irresistible power of fascination. To a lady who disapproved of my visiting her, he said on a former occasion,

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" Nay, Madam, Boswell is in the right; I should have visited her myself, were it not that they have now a trick of putting every thing into the newspapers.” This evening he exclaimed, I

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him his acquaintance with Mrs. Rudd.”

I mentioned a scheme which I had of making a tour to the Isle of Man, and giving a full account of it; and that Mr. Burke had playfully suggested as a motto,

The proper study of mankind is Man." JOHNSON. “ Sir, you will get more by the book than the jaunt will cost you ; so you will have your diversion for nothing, and add to your reputation.”

On the evening of the next day I took leave of him, being to set out for Scotland. I thanked him with great warmth for all his kindness. Sir, (said he) you are very welcome. Nobody repays it with more.”

How very false is the notion that has gone round the world of the rough, and passionate, and harsh manners of this great and good man. That he had occasional sallies of heat of temper, and that he was sometimes, perhaps, too“ easily provoked” by absurdity and folly, and sometimes too desirous of triumph in colloquial contest, must be allowed. The quickness both of his perception and sensibility disposed him to sudden explosions of satire ; to which his extraordinary readiness of wit was a strong and almost irresistible incitement. To adopt one of the finest images in Mr. Home's “ Douglas,”

On each glance of thought “ Decision followed, as the thunderbolt

Pursues the flash !" I admit that the beadle within him was often so eager

to apply the lash, that the judge had not time to con. sider the case with sufficient deliberation.

That he was occasionally remarkable for violence of temper may be granted; but let us ascertain the degree, and not let it be supposed that he was in a perpetual rage, and never without a club in his hand to knock down every one who approached him. On the contrary, the truth is, that by much the greatest part of his time he was civil, obliging, nay, polite in the true sense of the word; so much so, that many gentlemen who were long acquainted with him never received, or even heard a strong expression from him.

The following letters concerning an Epitaph which he wrote for the monument of Dr. Goldsmith, in Westminster-Abbey, afford at once a proof of his unaffected modesty, his carelessness as to his own writings, and of the great respect which he entertained for the taste and judgement of the excellent and eminent person to whom they are addressed :

TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS.

DEAR SIR,

“ I HAVE been kept away from you, I know not well how, and of these vexatious hindrances I know not when there will be an end. I therefore send you the poor dear Doctor's epitaph. Read it first yourself ; and if you then think it right, show it to the Club. I am, you know, willing to be corrected. If you think any thing much amiss, keep it to yourself, till we come together. I have sent two copies, but prefer the card. The dates must be settled by Dr. Percy. “ I am, Sir,

46 Your most humble servant, “ May 16, 1776.

“ SAN. JOHNSON.”

TO THE SAME.

SIR,

“ Miss REYNOLDS has a mind to send the Epitaph to Dr. Beattie; I am very willing, but having no copy, cannot immediately recollect it. She tells me you have lost it. Try to recollect, and put down as much as you retain ; you perhaps may have kept what I have dropped. The lines for which I am at a loss are something of rerum civilium sivè naturalium.' It was a sorry trick to lose it; help me if you

I am, Sir,

" Your most humble servant, 66 June 22, 1776.

“ SAM. JOHNSON." “ The gout grows better but slowly."

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It was, I think, after I had left London in this year, that this Epitaph gave occasion to a Remonstrance to the MONARCH OF LITERATURE, for an account of which I am indebted to Sir William Forbes, of Pitsligo.

That my readers may have the subject more fully and clearly before them, I shall first insert the Epitaph,

66 OLIVARII GOLDSMITH,
“ Poetæ, Physici, Historici,
Qui nullum ferè scribendi genus

“ Non tetigit,
“ Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit:
• Sive risus essent movendi,

“ Sive lacrymæ,
Affectuum potens at lenis dominator :
" Ingenio sublimis, vividus, versatilis,
“ Oratione grandis, nitidus, venustus:
“ Hoc monumento memoriam coluit

They are not

9 These words must have been in the other copy. in that which was preferred.

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