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JOHNSON.'Nay,my dear Lady,this will never do.Poor David!

Smile with the simple;--What folly is that?And who would feed with the poor that can help it?No,no;let me smile with the wise,and feed with the rich.'I repeated this sally to Garrick,and wondered to find his sensibility as a writer not a little irritated by it.To sooth him,I observed,that Johnson spared none of us;and I quoted the passage in Horace,in which he compares one who attacks his friends for the sake of a laugh,to a pushing ox,that is marked by a bunch of hay put upon his horns:

'foenum habet in cornu.''Ay,(said Garrick vehemently,)he has a whole MOW of it.'

He would not allow much merit to Whitefield's oratory.'His popularity,Sir,(said be,)is chiefly owing to the peculiarity of his manner.He would be followed by crowds were he to wear a night-cap in the pulpit,or were he to preach from a tree.'

On the evening of October 10,I presented Dr.Johnson to General Paoli.I had greatly wished that two men,for whom I had the highest esteem,should meet.They met with a manly ease,mutually conscious of their own abilities,and of the abilities of each other.The General spoke Italian,and Dr.Johnson English,and understood one another very well,with a little aid of interpretation from me,in which I compared myself to an isthmus which joins two great continents.Upon Johnson's approach,the General said,'From what I have read of your works,Sir,and from what Mr.Boswell has told me of you,I have long held you in great veneration.'The General talked of languages being formed on the particular notions and manners of a people,without knowing which,we cannot know the language.We may know the direct signification of single words;but by these no beauty of expression,no sally of genius,no wit is conveyed to the mind.All this must be by allusion to other ideas.'Sir,(said Johnson,)you talk of language,as if you had never done any thing else but study it,instead of governing a nation.'The General said,'Questo e un troppo gran complimento;'this is too great a compliment.Johnson answered,'I should have thought so,Sir,if I had not heard you talk.'The General asked him,what he thought of the spirit of infidelity which was so prevalent.JOHNSON.'Sir,this gloom of infidelity,I hope,is only a transient cloud passing through the hemisphere,which will soon be dissipated,and the sun break forth with his usual splendour.''You think then,(said the General,)that they will change their principles like their clothes.'

JOHNSON.'Why,Sir,if they bestow no more thought on principles than on dress,it must be so.'The General said,that 'a great part of the fashionable infidelity was owing to a desire of shewing courage.Men who have no opportunities of shewing it as to things in this life,take death and futurity as objects on which to display it.'JOHNSON.'That is mighty foolish affectation.Fear is one of the passions of human nature,of which it is impossible to divest it.You remember that the Emperour Charles V,when he read upon the tomb-stone of a Spanish nobleman,"Here lies one who never knew fear,"wittily said,"Then he never snuffed a candle with his fingers."'

Dr.Johnson went home with me,and drank tea till late in the night.He said,'General Paoli had the loftiest port of any man he had ever seen.'He denied that military men were always the best bred men.'Perfect good breeding,'he observed,'consists in having no particular mark of any profession,but a general elegance of manners;whereas,in a military man,you can commonly distinguish the BRAND of a soldier,l'homme d'epee.'

Dr.Johnson shunned to-night any discussion of the perplexed question of fate and free will,which I attempted to agitate.

'Sir,(said he,)we KNOW our will is free,and THERE'S an end on't.'

He honoured me with his company at dinner on the 16th of October,at my lodgings in Old Bond-street,with Sir Joshua Reynolds,Mr.

Garrick,Dr.Goldsmith,Mr.Murphy,Mr.Bickerstaff,and Mr.Thomas Davies.Garrick played round him with a fond vivacity,taking hold of the breasts of his coat,and,looking up in his face with a lively archness,complimented him on the good health which he seemed then to enjoy;while the sage,shaking his head,beheld him with a gentle complacency.One of the company not being come at the appointed hour,I proposed,as usual upon such occasions,to order dinner to be served;adding,'Ought six people to be kept waiting for one?''Why,yes,(answered Johnson,with a delicate humanity,)if the one will suffer more by your sitting down,than the six will do by waiting.'Goldsmith,to divert the tedious minutes,strutted about,bragging of his dress,and I believe was seriously vain of it,for his mind was wonderfully prone to such impressions.'Come,come,(said Garrick,)talk no more of that.

You are,perhaps,the worst--eh,eh!'--Goldsmith was eagerly attempting to interrupt him,when Garrick went on,laughing ironically,'Nay,you will always LOOK like a gentleman;but I am talking of being well or ILL DREST.''Well,let me tell you,(said Goldsmith,)when my tailor brought home my bloom-coloured coat,he said,"Sir,I have a favour to beg of you.When any body asks you who made your clothes,be pleased to mention John Filby,at the Harrow,in Waterlane."'JOHNSON.'Why,Sir,that was because he knew the strange colour would attract crowds to gaze at it,and thus they might hear of him,and see how well he could make a coat even of so absurd a colour.'