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I followed him into the court-yard,behind Mr.Strahan's house;and there I had a proof of what I had heard him profess,that he talked alike to all.'Some people tell you that they let themselves down to the capacity of their hearers.I never do that.I speak uniformly,in as intelligible a manner as I can.'

'Well,my boy,how do you go on?'--'Pretty well,Sir;but they are afraid I an't strong enough for some parts of the business.'

JOHNSON.'Why,I shall be sorry for it;for when you consider with how little mental power and corporeal labour a printer can get a guinea a week,it is a very desirable occupation for you.Do you hear,--take all the pains you can;and if this does not do,we must think of some other way of life for you.There's a guinea.'

Here was one of the many,many instances of his active benevolence.

At the same time,the slow and sonorous solemnity with which,while he bent himself down,he addressed a little thick short-legged boy,contrasted with the boy's aukwardness and awe,could not but excite some ludicrous emotions.

I met him at Drury-lane play-house in the evening.Sir Joshua Reynolds,at Mrs.Abington's request,had promised to bring a body of wits to her benefit;and having secured forty places in the front boxes,had done me the honour to put me in the group.

Johnson sat on the seat directly behind me;and as he could neither see nor hear at such a distance from the stage,he was wrapped up in grave abstraction,and seemed quite a cloud,amidst all the sunshine of glitter and gaiety.I wondered at his patience in sitting out a play of five acts,and a farce of two.He said very little;but after the prologue to Bon Ton had been spoken,which he could hear pretty well from the more slow and distinct utterance,he talked of prologue-writing,and observed,'Dryden has written prologues superiour to any that David Garrick has written;but David Garrick has written more good prologues than Dryden has done.

It is wonderful that he has been able to write such variety of them.'

At Mr.Beauclerk's,where I supped,was Mr.Garrick,whom I made happy with Johnson's praise of his prologues;and I suppose,in gratitude to him,he took up one of his favourite topicks,the nationality of the Scotch,which he maintained in a pleasant manner,with the aid of a little poetical fiction.'Come,come,don't deny it:they are really national.Why,now,the Adams are as liberal-minded men as any in the world:but,I don't know how it is,all their workmen are Scotch.You are,to be sure,wonderfully free from that nationality:but so it happens,that you employ the only Scotch shoe-black in London.'He imitated the manner of his old master with ludicrous exaggeration;repeating,with pauses and half-whistlings interjected,'Os homini sublime dedit,--caelumque tueri Jussit,--et erectos ad sidera--tollere vultus';looking downwards all the time,and,while pronouncing the four last words,absolutely touching the ground with a kind of contorted gesticulation.

Garrick,however,when he pleased,could imitate Johnson very exactly;for that great actor,with his distinguished powers of expression which were so universally admired,possessed also an admirable talent of mimickry.He was always jealous that Johnson spoke lightly of him.I recollect his exhibiting him to me one day,as if saying,'Davy has some convivial pleasantry about him,but 'tis a futile fellow;'which he uttered perfectly with the tone and air of Johnson.

I cannot too frequently request of my readers,while they peruse my account of Johnson's conversation,to endeavour to keep in mind his deliberate and strong utterance.His mode of speaking was indeed very impressive;and I wish it could be preserved as musick is written,according to the very ingenious method of Mr.Steele,who has shewn how the recitation of Mr.Garrick,and other eminent speakers,might be transmitted to posterity IN SCORE.

Next day I dined with Johnson at Mr.Thrale's.He attacked Gray,calling him 'a dull fellow.'BOSWELL.'I understand he was reserved,and might appear dull in company;but surely he was not dull in poetry.'JOHNSON.'Sir,he was dull in company,dull in his closet,dull every where.He was dull in a new way,and that made many people think him GREAT.He was a mechanical poet.'He then repeated some ludicrous lines,which have escaped my memory,and said,'Is not that GREAT,like his Odes?'Mrs.Thrale maintained that his Odes were melodious;upon which he exclaimed,'Weave the warp,and weave the woof;'--I added,in a solemn tone,'The winding-sheet of Edward's race.'

'THERE is a good line.''Ay,(said he,)and the next line is a good one,'(pronouncing it contemptuously;)'Give ample verge and room enough.'--

'No,Sir,there are but two good stanzas in Gray's poetry,which are in his Elegy in a Country Church-yard.'He then repeated the stanza,'For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey,'&c.

mistaking one word;for instead of precincts he said confines.He added,'The other stanza I forget.'

A young lady who had married a man much her inferiour in rank being mentioned,a question arose how a woman's relations should behave to her in such a situation;and,while I recapitulate the debate,and recollect what has since happened,I cannot but be struck in a manner that delicacy forbids me to express.While I contended that she ought to be treated with an inflexible steadiness of displeasure,Mrs.Thrale was all for mildness and forgiveness,and,according to the vulgar phrase,'making the best of a bad bargain.'