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in the execution of the work, I have resolved to adopt and enlarge upon the excellent plan of Mr. Mason, in his Memoirs of Gray. Wherever narrative is necessary to explain, connect, and supply, I furnish it to the best of my abilities; but in the chronological series of Johnson's life, which I trace as distinctly as I can, year by year, I produce, wherever it is in my power, his own minutes, letters, or conversation, being convinced that this mode is more lively, and will make my readers better acquainted with him, than even most of those were who actually knew him, but could know him only partially; whereas there is here an accumulation of intelligence from various points, by which his character is more fully understood and illustrated.

Indeed I cannot conceive a more perfect mode of writing any man's life, than not only relating all the most important events of it in their order, but interweaving what he privately wrote, and faid, and thought; by which mankind are enabled as it were to see him live, and to « live o’er each scene” with him, as he actually advanced through the several stages of his life. Had his other friends been as diligent and ardent as I was, he might have been almost entirely preserved. As it is, I will venture to say that he will be seen in this work more completely than any man who has ever yet lived.

And he will be seen as he really was; for I profess to write, not his panegyrick, which must be all praise, but his life ; which, great and good as he was, must not be supposed to be entirely perfect. To be as he was, is indeed subject of panegyrick enough to any man in this state of being; but in every picture there should be shade as well as light, and when I delineate him without reserve, I do what he himself recommended, both by his precept and his example :

“ If the biographer writes from personal knowledge, and makes haste to gratify the publick curiosity, there is danger left his interest, his fear, his gratitude, or his tenderness overpower his fidelity, and tempt him to conceal, if not to invent. There are many who think it an act of piety to hide the faults or failings of their friends, even when they can no longer suffer by their detection; we therefore see whole ranks of characters adorned with uniform panegyrick, and not to be known from one another but by extrinfick and casual circumstances. “Let me remember, (says Hale) when I find myself inclined to pity a criminal, that there is likewise a pity due to the country.' If we owe regard to the memory of the dead, there is yet more respect to be paid to knowledge, to virtue, and to truth."

* Rambler, No. 60,


What I consider as the peculiar value of the following work, is, the quantity that it contains of Johnson's conversation; which is universally acknowledged to have been eminently instructive and entertaining; and of which the specimens that I have given upon a former occasion, have been received with so much approbation, that I have good grounds for supposing that the world will not be indifferent to more ample communications of a similar nature.

That the conversation of a celebrated man, if his talents have been exerted in conversation, will best display his character, is, I trust, too well established in the judgement of mankind, to be at all shaken by a sneering observation of Mr. Mason, in his Memoirs of Mr. William Whitehead, in which there is literally no Life, but a mere dry narrative of facts. I do not think it was quite necessary to attempt a depreciation of what is universally esteemed, because it was not to be found in the immediate object of the ingenious writer's pen; for in truth, from a man so still and so tame, as to be contented to pass many years as the domestick companion of a superannuated lord and lady, inspre conversation worth recording could no more be expected, than from a Chinese mandarin on a chimney-piece, or the fantastick figures on a gilt leather skreen.

If authority be required, let us appeal to Plutarch, the prince of ancient biographers. Ούτε ταϊς επιφανεια ταις πράξεσι πάντως ένεσι δέλωσις αρετης ή κακίας, αλλα πράγμα βραχύ πολλάκις και ρημα, και παιδιά τις έμφασιν ήθους εποίησεν μαλλον ή μάχραι μεριoνεχροι, παρατάξεις αι μέγισαι, και πολιορκία πόλεων. " Nor is it always in the most distinguished atchievements that men’s virtues or vices may be best discerned; but very often an action of small note, a short saying, or a jest, shall distinguish a person's real character more than the greatest sieges, or the most important battles?.”

To this may be added the sentiments of the very man whose life I am am about to exhibit.

“ The business of the biographer is often to pass Nightly over those performances and incidents which produce vulgar greatness, to lead the thoughts into domestick privacies, and display the minute details of daily life, where exterior appendages are cast aside, and men excel each other only by prudence and by virtue. The account of Thuanus is with great propriety said by its authour to have been written, that it might lay open to posterity the private and familiar character of that man, cujus ingenium et candorem ex ipfius fcriptis funt olim femper miraturi, whose candour and genius will to the end of time be by his writings preserved in admiration,

s Plutarch's Life of Alexander.-Langhorne's Translation,

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« There are many invisible circumstances, which whether we read as enquirers after natural or moral knowledge, whether we intend to enlarge our science, or increase our virtue, are more important than publick occur

Thus Sallust, the great master of nature, has not forgot in his account of Catiline to remark, that his walk was now quick, and again Now, as an indication of a mind revolving with violent commotion. Thus the story of Melanchon affords a striking lecture on the value of time, by informing us, that when he had made an appointment, he expected not only the hour, but the minute to be fixed, that the day might not run out in the idleness of suspence; and all the plans and enterprizes of De Wit are now of less importance to the world than that part of his personal character, which represents him as careful of his health, and negligent of his life.

“ But biography has often been allotted to writers, who seem very little acquainted with the nature of their task, or very negligent about the performance. They rarely afford any other account than might be collected from publick papers, but imagine themselves writing a life, when they exhibit a chronological series of actions or preferments; and have so little regard to the manners or behaviour of their heroes, that more knowledge may be gained of a man's real character, by a short conversation with one of his servants, than from a formal and studied narrative, begun with his pedigree, and ended with his funeral.

« There are, indeed, some natural reasons why these narratives are often written by, such as were not likely to give much instruction or delight, and why most accounts of particular persons are barren and useless. If a life be delayed till interest and envy are at an end, we may hope for impartiality, but muft expect little intelligence ; for the incidents which give excellence to biography are of a volatile and evanescent kind, such as foon escape the memory, and are transmitted by tradition.

We know how few can pourtray a living acquaintance, except by his most prominent and observable particularities, and the grosser features of his mind ; and it may be easily imagined how much of this little knowledge may be loft in imparting it, and how soon a succession of copies will lose all resemblance of the original 6."

I am fully aware of the objections which may be made to the minuteness on some occasions of my detail of Johnson's conversation, and how happily it is


o Rambler, No. 60.


adapted for the petty exercise of ridicule by men of superficial understanding, and ludicrous fancy; but I remain firm and confident in my opinion, that minute particulars are frequently characteristick, and always amusing, when they relate to a distinguished man. I am therefore exceedingly unwilling that almost any thing which my illustrious friend thought it worth his while to express, with any degree of point, should perish. For this almost superstitious reverence, I have found very old and venerable authority, quoted by our great modern prelate, Secker, in whose tenth sermon there is the following passage:

Rabbi David Kimchi, a noted Jewish commentator who lived above five hundred years ago, explains that passage in the first Pfalm, His leaf also hall not wither, from Rabbins yet older than himself, thus: That even the idle talk, so he expresses it, of a good man ought to be regarded; the most superfluous things he faith are always of some value. And other ancient authours have the same phrase, nearly in the same sense.”

Of one thing I am certain, that considering how highly the small portion which we have of the table-talk and other anecdotes of our celebrated writers is valued, and how earnestly it is regretted that we have not more, I am justified in preserving rather too many of Johnson's sayings than too few; especially as from the diversity of dispositions it cannot be known with certainty beforehand, whether what may seem trifling to some, and perhaps to the collector himself, may not be most agreeable to many; and the greater number that an authour can please in any degree, the more pleasure does there arise to a bcncvolent mind.

To those who are weak enough to think this a degrading task, and the time and labour which have been devoted to it misemployed, I shall content myself with opposing the authority of the greatest man of any age, Julius CÆSAR, of whom Bacon observes, that “ in his book of Apothegms which he collected, we see that he esteemed it more honour to make himself but a pair of tables, to take the wise and pithy words of others, than to have every word of his own to be made an apothegm or an oracle?.”

Having said thus much by way of introduction, I commit the following pages to the candour of the publick.

7 Bacon's Advancement of Learning, Book I,



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SAMUEL JOHNSON was born at Lichfield, in Staffordshire, on the 18th
of September, N. S. 1709; and his initiation into the Christian church was
not delayed; for his baptism is recorded, in the register of St. Mary's parish
in that city, to have been performed on the day of his birth: His father is there
ftiled Gentleman, a circumstance of which an ignorant panegyrist has praised
him for not being proud; when the truth is, that the appellation of Gentle-
man, though now lost in the indiscriminate assumption of Esquire, was com-
monly taken by those who could not boast of gentility. His father was
Michael Johnson, a native of Derbyshire, of obscure extraction, who settled
in Lichfield as a bookseller and stationer. His mother was Sarah Ford,
descended of an ancient race of substantial yeomanry in Warwickshire. They
were well advanced in years when they married, and never had more than two
children, both fons ; Samuel, their first born, who lived to be the illustrious
character whose various excellence I am to endeavour to record, and
Nathanael, who died in his twenty-fifth year.

Mr. Michael Johnson was a man of a large and robust body, and of a
strong and active mind; yet, as in the most solid rocks veins of unfound sub-
stance are often discovered, there was in him a mixture of that disease, the
nature of which eludes the most minute enquiry, though the effects are well
known to be a weariness of life, an unconcern about those things which agitate
the greater part of mankind, and a general sensation of gloomy wretchedness,
From him then his son inherited, with some other qualities, “a vile melan-
choly," which in his too strong expression of any disturbance of the mind,
“ made him mad all his life, at least not fober.8 " Michael was, however,
forced by the narrowness of his circumstances to be very diligent in business,
not only in his shop, but by occasionally resorting to several towns in the
neighbourhood, some of which were at a considerable distance from Lichfield.
At that time booksellers’ shops in the provincial towns of England were very
rare, so that there was not one even in Birmingham, in which town old Mr.
Johnson used to open a shop every market-day. He was a pretty good Latin
scholar, and a citizen so creditable as to be made one of the magistrates
of Lichfield ; and, being a man of good sense, and skill in his trade, he
acquired a reasonable share of wealth, of which however he afterwards loft
the greatest part, by engaging unsuccessfully in a manufacture of parchment.
He was a zealous high-churchman and royalist, and retained his attachment
to the unfortunate house of Stuart, though he reconciled himself, by casuisticaļ
arguments of expediency and necessity, to take the oaths imposed by the pre-
vailing power.
Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides, 3d edit. p. 213.



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