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Where no four criticks snarl, no sneers moleft,
Safe from the tart lampoon, and stinging jeft;
There begs of heav'n a less diftinguish'd lot,
Glad to be hid, and proud to be forgot.

EPILOGUE, intended to have been spoken by a LADY who was to perfonate the
Ghost of HERMIONES.

YE blooming train, who give defpair or joy,
Bless with a smile, or with a frown destroy;
In whose fair cheeks destructive Cupids wait,
And with unerring shafts distribute fate;
Whose snowy breasts, whose animated eyes,
Each youth admires, though each admirer dies;
Whilft you deride their pangs in barb'rous play,
Unpitying fee them weep, and hear them pray,
And unrelenting sport ten thousand lives away;
For you, ye fair, I quit the gloomy plains,
Where fable night in all her horrour reigns;
No fragrant bowers, no delightful glades,
Receive th' unhappy ghosts of scornful maids.
For kind, for tender nymphs the myrtle blooms,
And weaves her bending boughs in pleasing glooms;
Perennial roses deck each purple vale,

And scents ambrofial breathe in every gale:
Far hence are banish'd vapours, fpleen, and tears,
Tea, scandal, ivory teeth, and languid airs;
No pug, nor favourite Cupid there enjoys
The balmy kiss, for which poor Thyrfis dies;
Form'd to delight, they use no foreign arms,
Nor torturing whalebones pinch them into charms;
No confcious blushes there their cheeks inflame,
For those who feel no guilt can know no shame;
Unfaded still their former charms they shew,
Around them pleasures wait, and joys for ever new.

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* Some young ladies at Lichfield having proposed to act " The Distressed Mother," Johnfon wrote this, and gave it to Mr. Hector to convey it privately to them.

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But cruel virgins meet severer fates ;
Expell'd and exil'd from the blissful feats,
To dismal realms, and regions void of peace,
Where furies ever howl, and ferpents hiss.
O'er the sad plains perpetual tempests sigh;
And pois'nous vapours, black'ning all the sky,
With livid hue the fairest face o'ercaft,
And every beauty withers at the blaft:
Where e'er they fly their lover's ghosts pursue,
Inflicting all those ills which once they knew;
Vexation, Fury, Jealousy, Defpair,
Vex ev'ry eye, and every bosom tear;
* Their foul deformities by all descry'd,
No maid to flatter, and no paint to hide.
Then melt, ye fair, while crouds around you figh,
Nor let disdain fit low'ring in your eye;
With pity foften every awful grace,
And beauty smile aufpicious in each face;
To ease their pains exert your milder power,

So shall you guiltless reign, and all mankind adore..

The two years which he spent at home, after his return from Stourbridge, he passed in what he thought idleness, and was scolded by his father for his want of steady application. He had no fettled plan of life, nor looked forward at all, but merely lived from day to day. Yet he read a great deal in a desultory manner, without any scheme of study, as chance threw books in his way, and inclination directed him through them. He used to mention one curious instance of his cafual reading, when but a boy. Having imagined that his brother had hid some apples behind a large folio upon an upper shelf in his father's shop, he climbed up to search for them. There were no apples; but the large folio proved to be Petrarch, whom he had seen mentioned, in some preface, as one of the restorers of learning. His curiosity having been thus excited, he fat down with avidity, and read a great part of the book. What he read during these two years, he told me, was not works of mere amusement, "not voyages and travels, but all literature, Sir, all ancient writers, all manly; though but little Greek, only fome of Anacreon and Hefiod; but in this irregular manner (added he) I had looked into a great many books, which were not commonly known at the Univerfities,

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1728. fities, where they seldom read any books but what are put into their hands Ætat. 19. by their tutors; so that when I came to Oxford, Dr. Adams, master of Pembroke College, told me, I was the best qualified for the University that he had ever known come there."

In estimating the progress of his mind during these two years, as well as in future periods of his life, we must not regard his own hafty confession of idleness; for we fee, when he explains himself, that he was acquiring various stores; and, indeed, he himself concluded the account, with saying, "I would not have you think I was doing nothing then." He might, perhaps, have studied more affiduously; but it may be doubted, whether such a mind as his was not more enriched by roaming at large in the fields of literature, than if it had been confined to any single spot. The analogy between body and mind is very general, and the parallel will hold as to their food, as well as any other particular. The flesh of animals who feed excursively, is allowed to have a higher flavour than that of those who are cooped up. May there not be the fame difference between men who read as their taste prompts, and men who are confined in cells and colleges to stated tasks?

That a man in Mr. Michael Johnson's circumstances should think of fending his fon to the expensive University of Oxford, at his own charge, seems very improbable. The subject was too delicate to question Johnson upon : But I have been assured by Dr. Taylor, that the scheme never would have taken place, had not a gentleman of Shropshire, one of his schoolfellows, spontaneously undertaken to support him at Oxford, in the character of his companion; though, in fact, he never received any assistance whatever from that gentleman.

He, however, went to Oxford, and was entered a Commoner of Pembroke College, on the 31st of October, 1728, being then in his nineteenth year.

The Reverend Dr. Adams, who afterwards presided over Pembroke College with universal esteem, told me he was present, and gave me fome account of what passed on the night of Johnson's arrival at Oxford. On that evening, his father, who had anxiously accompanied him, found means to have him introduced to Mr. Jorden, who was to be his tutor. His being put under any tutor, reminds us of what Wood says of Robert Burton, authour of the "Anatomy of Melancholy," when elected student of Chrift Church; " for form's fake, though he wanted not a tutor, he was put under the tuition of Dr. John Bancroft, afterwards Bishop of Oxon."

• Athen. Oxon. edit. 1721. p. 628.

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His father seemed very full of the merits of his fon, and told the company he was a good scholar, and a poet, and wrote Latin verses. His figure and manner Etat. 19. appeared strange to them; but he behaved modestly, and fat filent, till upon fomething which occurred in the course of conversation, he fuddenly struck in and quoted Macrobius; and thus he gave the first impression of that more extensive reading in which he had indulged himself.

His tutor, Mr. Jorden, fellow of Pembroke, was not, it seems, a man of such abilities as we should conceive requisite for the instructor of Samuel Johnson, who gave me the following account of him. "He was a very worthy man, but a heavy man, and I did not profit much by his instructions. Indeed, I did not attend him much. The first day after I came to college, I waited upon him, and then staid away four. On the fixth, Mr. Jorden asked me why I had not attended. I answered, I had been sliding in ChriftChurch meadow. And this I faid with as much non-chalance as I am now' talking to you. I had no notion that I was wrong or irreverent to my tutor." BOSWELL. "That, Sir, was great fortitude of mind." JOHNSON. "No, Sir; stark insensibility *."

The fifth of November was at that time kept with great folemnity at Pembroke College, and exercises upon the subject of the day were required. Johnson neglected to perform his, which is much to be regretted; for his vivacity of imagination, and force of language, would probably have produced something fublime upon the gunpowder plot. To apologise for his neglect, he gave in a short copy of verses, entitled Somnium, containing a common thought; " that the Muse had come to him in his fsleep, and whifpered that it did not become him to write on such subjects as politicks; he should confine himself to humbler themes:" but the versification was truly Virgilian.

He had a love and respect for Jorden, not for his literature, but for his worth. "Whenever (faid he) a young man becomes Jorden's pupil, he becomes his fon."

Having given fuch a specimen of his poetical powers, he was asked by Mr. Jorden to translate Pope's Messiah into Latin verse, as a Christmas exercife. He performed it with uncommon rapidity, and in so masterly a manner,

Oxford, 20th March, 1776.

2 It ought to be remembered, that Dr. Johnson was apt, in his literary as well as moral exercises, to overcharge his defects. Dr. Adams informed me, that he attended his tutor's lectures, and also the lectures in the College Hall, very regularly.

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that he obtained great applause from it, which ever after kept him high in the eftimation of his College, and, indeed, of all the University.

It is faid, that Mr. Pope expressed himself concerning it in terms of strong approbation. Dr. Taylor told me, that it was first printed for old Mr. Johnfon, without the knowledge of his fon, who was very angry when he heard of it. A miscellany of Poems, collected by a person of the name of Husbands, was published at Oxford in 1731. In that mifcellany Johnson's Translation of the Meffiah appeared, with this modest motto from Scaliger's Poeticks, "Ex alieno ingenio Poeta, ex fuo tantum verfificator."

I am not ignorant that critical objections have been made to this and other specimens of Johnson's Latin Poetry. I acknowledge myself not competent to decide on a question of such extreme nicety. But I am satisfied with the just and difcriminative eulogy pronounced upon it by my friend Mr. Courtenay.

"And with like ease his vivid lines affume
"The garb and dignity of ancient Rome.-
"Let college verse-men trite conceits express,
"Trick'd out in splendid shreds of Virgil's dress;
" From playful Ovid cull the tinsel phrafe,
" And vapid notions hitch in pilfer'd lays;
" Then with mosaick art the piece combine,
" And boaft the glitter of each dulcet line:
" Johnson adventur'd boldly to transfuse
" His vigorous sense into the Latian muse;
" Aspir'd to shine by unreflected light,
"And with a Roman's ardour think and write.
"He felt the tuneful Nine his breast inspire,
" And, like a master, wak'd the foothing lyre:
"Horatian strains a grateful heart proclaim,

" While Sky's wild rocks refound his Thralia's name.

"Hesperia's plant, in some less skilful hands,

"To bloom a while, factitious heat demands;

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