. The life of Samuel Johnson, , comprehending an account of his studies and numerous works, in chronological order; a series of his epistolary correspondence and conversations with many eminent persons. You areperhaps the worst—eh, eh ! Gold-smith was eagerly attempting tointeriupt him, when Garrick wenton, laughing ironically, Nay, youwill always look like a gentleman ;but I am talking of being well or illdrest. Well, let me tell you, saidGoldsmith, when my tailor broughthome my bloom-coloured coat, he said, Sir, I have a favour to beg of anybody asks you who madeyour clothes, b
. The life of Samuel Johnson, , comprehending an account of his studies and numerous works, in chronological order; a series of his epistolary correspondence and conversations with many eminent persons. You areperhaps the worst—eh, eh ! Gold-smith was eagerly attempting tointeriupt him, when Garrick wenton, laughing ironically, Nay, youwill always look like a gentleman ;but I am talking of being well or illdrest. Well, let me tell you, saidGoldsmith, when my tailor broughthome my bloom-coloured coat, he said, Sir, I have a favour to beg of anybody asks you who madeyour clothes, be pleased to mention John Filby, at the Harrow, in Water-lane. JoHysox : • Why, Sir, that was because he knew the .strangecolour would attract crowds to gaze at it, and thus they might hear ofhim, and see how well he could make a coat even of so absurd a dinner our conversation first turned upon Pope. Johnsonsaid, his charactei-s of men were adiuirably drawn, those of women not80 well. He repeated to us, in his forcible melodious manner, the con-cluding lines of the Dunciad. While he was talking loudly in pi-aise ofthose lines, one of the company ventured to say, Too fine for such a. Mr. LaDf^n informed me that he once related to Johnson (on the authority of .Spence)that Iope Iiimsclf aUinircd those linca BO much, that wlien he repeated them, hisvoice faltured; and well it might, Sir, said Johnson, for they are noble lines.— J. liOSWELL, J Aqe60.] BOSWELLs LIFE OF JOHNSON. 51 poem:—a poem on what ? Johnson (with a disdainful look): Why,on dunces. It was worth while being a dunce then. Ah, Su-, hadstthou lived in those days ! It is not worth while being a dunce now,when there are no wits. Bickerstaff observed, as a peculiar circum-stance, that Popes feme was higher when he was alive than it wasthen. Johnson said, his Pastorals were poor things, though the versi-fication was fine. He told us, with high satisfaction, the anecdote ofPopes inquiring who was
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