had left him, rendered his life very gloomy: Mrs. Desmoulins, who still lived, was herself so very ill, that she could contribute very little to his relief. He however, had none of that unsocial shyness which we commonly see in people afflicted with sickness. He did not hide his head from the world, in solitary 'abstraction; he did not deny himself to the visits of his friends and acquaintances; but all times, when he was not overcome by sleep, was ready for conversation as in his best days. DEAR MADAM, TQ MRS. LUCY PORTER, IN LICHFIELD. You may perhaps think me negligent that I have not written to you again upon the loss of your brother; but condolences are such common and such useless things, that the omission of them is no great crime; and my own diseases occupy my mind, and engage my care. My nights are miserable restless, and my days, therefore, are heavy. I try, however, to hold up my head as high as I can. I am sorry that your health is impaired perhaps the spring and the summer may, in some degree, restore it; but if not, we must submit to the inconveniences of time, as to the other dispensations of Eternal Goodness, Pray for me, and write to me, or let Mr. Pearson write for you. London, Nov. 29, 1783 ̧ I am, &c. SAM. JOHNSON. And now I am arrived at the last year of the life of Samuel Johnson, a year in which, although passed in severe indisposition, he nevertheless gave many evidences of the continuance of those wonderous powers of mind, which raised him so high in the intellectual world. His conver sation and his letters of this year were in no respect inferior to those of former years. The following is a remarkable proof of his being alive to the most minute curiosities of literature. SIR, TO MR. DILLY, BOOKSELLER, IN THE POULTRY. There is in the world a set of books which used to be sold by the booksellers on the bridge; and which I must entreat you to procure me. They are called, Burton's Books; the title of one is Admirable Curios sities, Rarities, and Wonders in England. I believe there are about five or six of them; they seem very proper to allure backward readers; be so kind as to get them for me, and send me them with the best print ed edition of Baxters call to the Unconverted.' I am, &c. SAM, JOHNSON, an. 6, 1734. TO MR. PERKINS. DEAR SIR, I was sorry not to see you, when you were so kind as to call on me ; but to disappoint friends, and if they are not very good-natured, to dis oblige them, is one of the evils of sickness. If you will please to let me know which of the afternoons of this week I shall be favoured with another visit by you and Mrs. Perkins, and the young people, I will take all the measures that I can to be pretty well at that time. I am, dear Sir, Jan. 21, 1784. SAM. JOHNSON. His attention to the Essex-head club appears from the following letter to Mr. Alderman Clark, a gentleman from whom he deservedly enter taiued a great regard. DEAR SIR, TO RICHARD CLARK, ESQ. You will receive a requisition, according to the rules of the Club, to be at the house as President of the night. This turn comes once a month, and the member is obliged to attend, or send another in his place. You were enrolled in the Club by my invitation, and I ought to introduce you; but as I am hindered by sickness, Mr. Hoole will very properly supply my place as introductor, or yours as President. I hope in milder weather to be a very constant attendant. I am, Sir, &c. Jan. 27, 1784. You ought to be informed that the forfeits began with the year, and that every night of non-attendance incurs the mulct of three-pence, that is, nine-pence a week. On the 8th of January I wrote to him, anxiously enquiring as to his health, and enclosing my "Letter to the People of Scotland, on the present state of the nation."-I trust, (said I,) that you will be liberal enough to make allowance for my differing with you on two points, [the Middlesex Election, and the American War,] when my general principles of govern meut are according to your own heart, and when, at a crisis of doubtful event, I stand forth with honest zeal as an ancient and faithful Briton. My reason for introducing those two points was, that as my opinions with regard to them had been declared at the periods when they were least favourable, I might have the credit of a man who is not a worshipper of ministerial power. DEAR SIR, TO JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ. I hear of the many enquiries which your kindness has disposed you to make after me. I have long intended you a long letter, which, perhaps, the imagination of its length hindered me from beginning. I will, therefore, content myself with a shorter. Having promoted the institution of a new Club in the neighbourhood, at the house of an old servant of Thrale's, I went thither to meet the company, and was seized with a spasmodic asthma, so violent, that with difficulty I got to my own house, in which I have been confined eight or nine weeks, and from which I know not when I shall be able to go even to church. The asthma, however, is not the worst. dropsy gains ground upon me; my legs and thighs are very much swollen with water, which I should be content if I could keep there, but I am afraid that it will soon be higher. My nights are very sleepless and very tedious. And yet I am extremely afraid of dying. Α My physicians try to make me hope, that much of my malady is the effect of cold, and that some degree at least of recovery is to be expected from vernal breezes and summer suns. If my life is prolonged to autumn, I should be glad to try a warmer climate; though how to travel with a diseased body, without a companion to conduct me, and with very little money, I do not well see. Ramsey has recovered his limbs in Italy; and Fielding was sent to Lisbon, where, indeed, he died; but he was, I believe, past hope when he went. Think for me what I can do. I received your pamphlet, and when I write again may perhaps tell you some opinion about it; but you will forgive a man struggling with disease his neglect of disputes, politics, and pamphlets. Let me have your prayers. My compliments to your lady, and young ones. Ask your physicians about my case: and desire Sir Alexander Dick to write me his opinion. I am, dear Sir, &c. SAM. JOHNSON. Feb. 11, 1784. TO MRS. LUCY PORTER, IN LICHField. MY DEAREST LOVE, I have been extremely ill of an asthma and dropsy, but received, by the mercy of God, sudden, and unexpected relief last Thursday, by the discharge of twenty pints of water. Whether I shall continue free, or shall fill again, cannot be told. Pray for me. Death, my dear, is very dreadful; let us think nothing worth our care but how to prepare for it; what we know amiss in ourselves let us make haste to amend, and put our trust in the mercy of God, and the intercession of our Saviour. I am, dear Madam, Your most humble servant, SAM. JOHNSON. Feb. 23, 1784. TO JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ. DEAR SIR, I have just advanced so far towards recovery as to be able to read a pamphlet ; and you may reasonably suppose that the first pamphlet which I read was yours. I am very much of your opinion, and, like you, feel great indignation at the indecency with which the King is every day treated. Your paper contains very considerable knowledge of history and of the constitution, very properly produced and applied. It will certainly raise your character, though perhaps it may not make you a Minister of State. I desire you to see Mrs. Stewart once again, and tell her, that in the Jetter-case was a letter relating to me, for which I will give her, if she is willing to give it me, another guinea. The letter is of consequence only to me. London, Feb. 27, 1784. I am, dear Sir, &c. SAM. JOHNSON. In consequence of Johnson's request that I should ask our physicians about his case, and desire Sir Alexander Dick to send his opinion, I transmitted him a letter from that very amiable Barouet, then in his eighty-first year, with his faculties as entire as ever; and mentioned his expressions to me in the note accompanying it,-With my most affection ate wishes for Dr. Johnson's recovery, in which his friends, his country, and all mankind have so deep a stake; and at the same time a full opinion upon his case by Dr. Gillespie, who, like Dr. Cullen, had the advantage of having passed through the gradations of surgery and pharmacy, and by study and practice had attained to such skill, that my father settled on him two hundred pounds a year for five years, and fifty pounds a year during his life, as an honorarium to secure his particular attendance. The opinion was conveyed in a letter to me, beginning, I am sincerely sorry for the bad state of health your very learned and illustrious friend, Dr, Johnson, labours under at present." DEAR SIR, TO JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ. Presently after I had sent away my last letter, I received your kind medical packet. I am very much obliged both to you and to your physicians for your kind attention to my disease. Dr. Gillespie has sent me an excellent concilium medicum, all solid practical experimental knowledge. I am at present in the opinion of my physicians, (Dr. Heberden and Dr. Brocklesby,) as well as my own, going on very hopefully. I have just begun to take vinegar of squills. The powder hurt my stomach so much, that it could not be continued. Return Sir Alexander Dick my sincere thanks for his kind letter; and bring with you the rhubarb, which he so tenderly offers me. I hope dear Mrs. Boswell is now quite well, and that no evil, eitheṛ real or imaginary now disturbs you. London, March 2, 1784, 1 am, &c. SAM. JOHNSON, I also applied to three of the eminent physicians who had chairs in our celebrated school of medicine at Edinburgh, Doctors Cullen, Hope, and Munro, to each of whom I sent the following letter, DEAR SIR, Dr. Johnson has been very ill for some time; and in a letter of anxious apprehension he writes to me, Ask your physicians about my case.' This you see, is not authority for a regular consultation; but I have no doubt of your readiness to give your advice to a man so eminent, and who, in his Life of Garth has paid your profession a just and elegant compliment I believe every man has found in physicians great liberality and dignity of sentiment, very prompt effusions of beneficence, and willingness to exert a lucrative art, where there is no hope of lucre. Dr. Johnson is aged seventy-four. Last summer he had a stroke of the palsy, from which he recovered almost entirely, He had, before that been troubled with a catarrhous cough. This winter he was seized with a spasmodic asthma, by which he has been coufined to his house for about three months. Dr. Brocklesby writes to me, that upon the least admission of cold, there is such a constriction upon his breast, that he cannot lie down in his bed, but he is obliged to sit up all night, and gets rest and sometimes sleep; only by means of laudanum and syrup of pop◄ pies; and that there are dematous tumours in his legs and thighs, Dr. Brocklesby trusts a good deal to the return of mild weather. Dr. Johnson says that a dropsy gains ground upon him; and he seems to think that a warmer climate would do him good. I understand he is |