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SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL. D.
To write the Life of him who excelled all mankind in writing the lives of others, and who, whether we consider bis extraordinary endowments, or his various works, has been equalled by few in any age, is an arduous, and may be reckoned in me a presumptuous task.
· Had Dr. Johnson written his own Life, in conformity with the opinion which he has given, that every man's life may be best written by himself; had he employed in the preservation of his own history, that clearness of narration and elegance of language in which he has embalmed so many eminent persons, the world would probably have had the most perfect example of biography that was ever exhibited. But although he at different times, in a desultory manner, committed to writing many particulars of the progress of his mind and fortunes, he never had persevering diligence enough to form them into a regular composition. Of these memorials a few have been preserved ; but the greater part was consigned by him to the flames, a few days before his death,
As I had the honour and happiness of enjoying his friendship for upwards of twenty years; as I had the scheme of writing his life constantly in view; as he was well apprised of this circumstance, and from time to time obligingly satisfied my enquiries, by communicating to me the incidents of his early years; as I acquired a facility in recollecting, and was very assiduous in recording, his conversation, of which the extraordinary vigour and vivacity constituted one of the first features of his character; and as I have spared no pains in obtaining materials concern
ing bin, from every quarter
there I could discover that they were to be found, and have been favoured with the most liberal communications by bis friends; I flatter myseif that few biographers bave entered upon such a work as his, with more advantages; independent of literary abilities, in which I am not vain enough to compare myself with some great names who bave
before nie in this kind of writing. Since my work was announced, several Lives and Memoirs of Dr. Johnson have been published, the most voluminous of which is one compiled for the booksellers of Loodon, by Sir John Hawkins, Knight, man, whom, during my long intimacy with Dr. Johnson, I never saw it his company, I think, but once, and I am sure not above twice. Johnsun miglit have esteemed him for his decent, religious demeanour, and bis knowledge of books and literary bistory ; but from the rigid formality o his manners, it is evident that they never could have lived together with companionable ease and familiarity: nor had Sir John Hawkins that nice perception which was necessary to mark the finer and less obvious parts of Johnson's character. His being appointed one of his executory, gart him an opportunity of taking possession of such fragments of a diary aud other papers as were left; of which, before delivering them np to the residuary legatet, whose property they were, he endeavoured to extract the substance. In this he has not been very successful, as I have found upon a perusal of those papers, which have been since transferred
Sir John Hawkins's ponderous labours, I must acknowledge, exhibit a farrago, of which a considerable portion is not devoid of entertainment to the lovers of literary gossiping; but besides its being swelled out with long unnecessary extracts from various works, (even one of several leaves from Osborne's Barlcian Catalogue, and those not compiled by Johnson, but by Oldy) a very small part of it relates to the person who is the subject of the book; and, in that, there is such an inaccuracy in the statement of facts, as in so solemn an author is hardly excusable, and certainly makes his nanative very unsatisfactory. But what is still worse, there is throughout the whole of it a dark uncharitable cast, by which the minst w favourable construction is put upon almost every circumstance in the character and conduct of my illustrious friend; who, I trust, will, by a true and fair delineation, be vindicated both from the injurious misrepresentations of this author, and from the slighter aspersinns of a larly who once lived in great intimacy with him.
There is, in the British Museum, a letter from Bishop Warburton to Dr. Birch, on the subject of biography; wbici, though I am aware it may expose me to a charge of artfully raisiug the value of my own work, by contrasting it with that of which I have spoken, is so well conceived and expressed, that I cannot refrain from bere inserting it:
“I all endeavour, (suy's Dr. Warburtona) to given you what satisfaction I can in any thing you want to be satisfied in any subject of Milton, and an extremely glad you intevd to write his lite. Almost all the life-writers we have had before Tolundinud Demaiscaux, are indeed strange insipid creatures; and yet I had rather read the worst of them, than be obliged to go through with this of Milion’s, or the other's life
of Boileau, where there is such a dull, heavy succession of long quota. tions of disinteresting passages, that it makes their method quite nauseous. But the verbose, tasteless Frenchman seems to lay it down as a priuciple, that every life must be a book, and what's worse, it proves a book without a life; for what do we know of Boileau, after all his tedi. ous stuff? You are the only one, (and I speak it without a compliment,) that by the vigour of your stile and sentiments, and the real importance of your materials, have the art, (which one would imagine no one could have missed,) of adding agreements to the most agreeable subject in the world, which is literary history.”
6 Nov. 24, 1737.” Instead of melting down my materials into one mass, and constantly speaking in my owu person, by which I might have more merit 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 ioterweaving what be privately wrote, and said, and thought; by which mankind are enabled as it were to see him live, and to “ live o'er each scene” with bim, 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 almosi 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, vot his panegyric, 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 panegyric enough to any man in this state of being; but in every picture there should be shade as well as light, and when I delincate bim 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 pubic curiosity, there is danger lest 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 a dorned with uniform panegyric, and not to be known from one another
bat by extrios,card casual circumstances. Let me remember,' says Ha'e,) when I tud royee!f 1nc10ed to pily a crim.ual, that there is likemite a pity due to the country. If we one regard to the memory of the dead, trate is yet more sespect to be paid to koorledze, to virtut, acd to tro:h."
What I consider as the pecaliar value of the following work, is, the quantity it contains of Johnson's conversation ; which is universally acknowled sed to have been erribently instructive and entertaining; and of which the specimens that I have given upno a former occasion, liare been received with so much approbation, that I have good grounds for supporting that the world will not be indifferent to more ample commuDications of a similar nature.
That the convereation of a celebrated man, if his talents have been ezerted in conversation, will best display his character, is, I rrust, too well established in the judgment of mankind, to be at all shakeo by a oneering 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 80 still and so tame, as to be contented to pass many years as the dne mestic companion of a superannuated lord and lady, conversation could no more be expected, than from a Chinese mandarin on a chimney-piece, or the fantastic figures on a gilt leather skreen.
If authority be required, let us appeal to Plutarch, the prince of anient biographers. Ούτε ταϊς επιφανετάταις πράξεσι παντως ένεται δηλωσις αριτής ή κακίας, αλλά πράγμα βραχύ πολλάκις, και ρήμα, και παιδιά τις έμφασιν ήθους εποίησεν μάλλον η μαχαι μυριόνεκροι, παρατάξεις αι μέγιται, και πολιορκία πόλεων. . “ Nor is it always in the most distinguished achievements that nieo'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 inore than the greatest sieges, or the most inn
To this may be added the sentiments of the very man whose life I am about to exbibit. “ The business of the biographer is often to pass slightly over those performances and incidents which produce volgar greatnens, to lead the thoughts into domestic 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 author to have been written, that it might lay open to posterity the private and familiar character of that man, cujus ingenium et candorem ex ipsius scriptis sunt olim semper miraturi, whose candour and genius will to the end of time be by his writings preserved in admiration.
“ There are many invisible circumstances, which whether we read as enquirers after natural or moral knowledge, whether we intend to inlarge our science or increase our virtue, are more important than public occur