whether he disentangles himself from these perverters of epistolary integrity, his book and his life must be set in comparison. One of his favourite topics is contempt of his own poetry. For this, if it had been real, he would deserve no commendation; and in this he was certainly not sincere, for his high value of himself was sufficiently observed; and of what could he be proud but of his poetry? He writes, he says, when he has just nothing else to do,' yet Swift complains that he was never at leisure for conversation, because he had always some poetical scheme in his head.' It was punctually required that his writing-box should be set upon his bed before he rose; and Lord Oxford's domestic related that, in the dreadful winter of '40, she was called from her bed by him four times in one night, to supply him with paper lest he should lose a thought. "He pretends insensibility to censure and criticism, though it was observed by all who knew him that every pamphlet disturbed his quiet, and that his extreme irritability laid him open to perpetual vexation; but he wished to despise his critics, and therefore hoped he did despise them. As he happened to live in two reigns when the court paid little attention to poetry, he nursed in his mind a foolish disesteem of kings, and proclaims that 'he never sees courts.' Yet a little regard shown him by the Prince of Wales melted his obduracy; and he had not much to say when he was asked by his Royal Highness, 'How he could love a prince while he disliked kings.' Johnson's best poetry is the versified expression of the tone of sentiment with which we are already familiar. The Vanity of Human Wishes is, perhaps, the finest poem written since Pope's time and in Pope's manner, with the exception of Goldsmith's still finer performances. He Johnson, it need hardly be said, has not Goldsmith's exquisite fineness of touch and delicacy of sentiment. is often ponderous and verbose, and one feels that the mode of expression is not that which is most congenial; and yet the vigour of thought makes itself felt through rather clumsy modes of utterance. Here is one of the best passages, in which he illustrates the vanity of military glory : On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, No dangers fright him and no labours tire; And one capitulate, and one resign: Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain. The march begins in military state, His fall was destined to a barren strand, He left the name at which the world grew pale, The concluding passage may also fitly conclude this survey of Johnson's writings. The sentiment is less gloomy than is usual, but it gives the answer which he would have given in his calmer moods to the perplexed riddle of life; and, in some form or other, it is, perhaps, the best or the only answer that can be given: Where, then, shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate ? Must no dislike alarma, no wishes rise ? No cries invoke the mercies of the skies ? Inquirer cease; petitions yet remain Which Heaven may hear, nor deem religion vain ; But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice And makes the happiness she does not find. Abingdon, Mrs., 119 Abyssinia, Travels in, 12 Adams, Dr., 124-125, 161 INDEX. Boyse, Samuel, 19 Brown, Tom, 5 Browne, Moses, 27 Addison, 17, 18, 171-172, 175, 187 Browne, Sir Thomas, 172 Akenside, 27 American independence, 133, 137 Arnall, William, 21, 22 Barber, Francis, 69-70, 128, 147- Barclay, Perkins and Co., 81, 151 Birch, Rev. Dr. Thomas, 27 Boswell, James, 58, 61-62, 65, 68- passim Bunyan, 110 Burke, 48, 76-77, 79, 123, 126, Burney, Dr., 41 Burney, Miss, 88, 90, 154, 163- Cambridge, Mr., 121-122 Chesterfield, Lord, 37, 43-46, 173 Cowley, 187 Boswell, Mr. (James's father), 114- Davies, Tom, 55, 90, 98-99, 144 115 Boswell, Mrs., 54, 105 De Foe, 18 Derrick, 19-20, 32 |