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his house, in an evening, took occasion to open my plan thus :-“Mr. Dilly, Sir, sends his respectful compliments to you, and would be happy if you would do him the honour to dine with him on Wednesday next along with me, as I must soon go to Scotland.” Johnson. “Sir, I am obliged to Mr. Dilly. I will wait upon him-” Boswell. “ Provided, Sir, I suppose, that the company which he is to have, is agreeable to you.” Johnson.
“ What do you mean, Sir? What do you take me for? Do you think I am so ignorant of the world, as to imagine that I am to prescribe to a gentleman what company he is to have at his table?" BOSWELL. “I beg your pardon, Sir, for wishing to prevent you from meeting people whom you might not like. Perhaps he may have some of what he calls his patriotick friends with him." Johnson. Well, Sir, and what then; What care I for his patriotick friends! Poh !" Boswell. “I should not be surprized to find Jack Wilkes there." JOHNSON. " And if Jack Wilkes should be there, what is that to me, Sir? My dear friend, let us have no more of this. I am sorry to be angry with you; but really it is treating me strangely to talk to me as if I could not meet any company whatever, occasionally.” Boswell. Pray forgive me, Sir: I meant well, but you shall meet whoever comes, for me.” Thus I secured him, and told Mr. Dilly that he would find him very well pleased to be one of his guests on the day appointed.
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as I often did when we were to dine out together, to see that he was ready in time, and to accompany him. I found him buffeting his books, as upon a former occasion, covered with dust, and making no preparation for going abroad. “ How is this, Sir? (said I.) Don't you recollect that you are to dine at Mr. Dilly's?” JOHNSON. “Sir, I did not think of going to Mr. Dilly's: it went out of my head. I have ordered dinner at home with Mrs. Williams." BOSWELL. “But, my dear Sir, you know you were engaged to Mr. Dilly, and I told him so. He will expect you, and will be much disappointed if you don't come.” Johnson. must talk to Mrs. Williams about this."
Here was a sad dilemma. I feared that what I was so confident I had secured, would yet be frustrated. He had accustomed himself to shew Mrs. Williams such a degree of humane attention, as frequently imposed some restraint upon him; and I knew that if she should be obstinate, he would not stir. I hastened down stairs to the blind lady's room, and told her I was in great uneasiness, for Dr. Johnson bad engaged to me to dine this day at Mr. Dilly's, but that he had told me he had forgotten his engagement, and had ordered dinner at home. “ Yes, Sir, (said she, pretty peevishly) Dr. Johnson is to dine at home.”-“Madam, (said I) his respect for you is such, that I know he will not leave you, unless you absolutely desire it. But as you have so much of his company, I hope you will be good enough to forego it for a day; as Mr. Dilly is a very worthy man, has frequently had agreeable parties at his house for Dr. Johnson, and will be vexed if the Doctor neglects him to-day. And then, Madam, be pleased to consider my situation ; I carried the message, and I assured Mr. Dilly that Doctor Johuson was to come; and no doubt be has made a dinner, and invited a company, and boasted of the honour he expected to have. I shall be quite disgraced if the Doctor is not there.” She gradually softened to my solicitations, which were certainly as earnest as most entreaties to ladies upon any occasion, and was graciously pleased to einpower me to tell Dr. Johnson, “ That all things considered, she thought he should certainly go.
I flew back to him, still in dust, and careless of what should be the event, “ indifferent in his choice to go or stay;" but as soon as I had announced to him Mrs. Williain's consent, he roared, “Frank, a clean shirt,” and was very soon drest. When I had him fairly seated in a hackney-coach with me, I exulted as much as a fortune-hunter who has · got an heiress into a post-chaise with him to set out for Gretna-Green.
When we entered Mr. Dilly's drawing-room, he found himself in the midst of a company he did not know. I kept myself snug and silent, watching how he would conduct himself. I observed him whispering to Mr. Dilly, “Who is that gentleman, Sir?”– “Mr. Arthur Lee.” Johnson. “Too, too, too,” (under his breath,) which was one of his habitual mutterings. Mr. Arthur Lee could not but be very obnoxious to Dr. Johnson, for he was not only a patriot, but an American. He was afterwards minister from the United States at the court of Madrid. “ And who is the gentleman in lace !" “ Mr. Wilkes, Sir.” This information confounded him still more; he had some difficulty to restrain himself, and taking up a book, sat down upon a window-seat and read, or at least kept his eye upon it intently for some time, till he composed himself. His feelings, I dare say, were aukward enough. But he no doubt recollected his having rated me for supposing that he could be at all disconcerted by any company, and he, therefore, resolutely set himself to behave quite as an easy man of the world, who could adapt himself at once to the disposition and manners of those whom he might chance to meet.
The cheering sound of “ Dinner is upon the table,” dissolved his reverie, and we all sat down without any symptom of ill humour. There were present, besides Mr. Wilkes, and Mr. Arthur Lee, who was an old companion of mine when he studied physick at Edinburgh, Mr. (now Sir John) Miller, Dr. Lettsom, and Mr. Slater, the Druggist. Mr. Wilkes placed himself next to Dr. Johnson, and behaved to him with so much attention and politeness, that he gained upon him insensibly. No man eat more heartily than Johnson, or loved better what was nice and delicate. Mr. Wilkes was very assiduous in helping him to some fine veal. “Pray give me leave, Sir;-It is better here -A little of the brown-Some fat Sir, -A little of the stuffing—Some gravy-Let me have the pleasure of giving you some butter--Allow me to recommend a squeeze of this orange ;-or the lemon, perhaps, may have more zest.”—“Sir, Sir, I am obliged to you, Sir,” cried Johnson, bowing, and turning his head to him with a look, for some time, of “surly virtue,"* but, in a short while, of complacency.
Foote being mentioned, Johnson said, “ He is not a good mimick.” One of the company added, “ A merry Andrew, a buffoon.” Johnson. “But he has wit too, and is not deficient in ideas, or in fertility and variety of imagery, and not empty of reading; he has knowledge enough to fill up his part. One species of wit he has in an eminent degree, that of escape. You drive him into a corner with both hands; but he's gone, Sir, when you think you have got him---like an animal that jumps over your head. Then he has a great range for wit; he never lets truth stand between him and a jest, and he is sometimes mighty coarse. Garrick is under many restraints from which Foote is free.” WILKES. “ Garrick's wit is inore like Lord “ Chesterfield's.” JOHNSON. “The first time I was in company with Foote was at Fitzherbert's. Having no good opinion of the fellow, I was resolved not to be pleased; and it is very difficult to please a man against his will. I went on eating my dinner pretty sullenly, affecting not to mind him. But the dog was so very comical, that I was obliged to lay
* Johnson's - London, a Poem,' v. 145.