Johnsoniana : or, Supplement to Boswell : being anecdotes and sayings of Dr Johnson / collected by Piozzi, Hawkins, Tyers .. [et al.]. . o this end, I consented to talkmore than became me ; and our stratagem would have enjoyed seeing him take me by the handin the middle of dinner, and repeat, with no small enthu-siasm, many passages from the Fair Penitent, &c. Iurged him to take a little wine ; he replied, I cantdrink a little, child ; therefore I never touch it. Abstin-ence is as easy to me, as temperance would be was very good-humoured and gay. One of the com-pany
Johnsoniana : or, Supplement to Boswell : being anecdotes and sayings of Dr Johnson / collected by Piozzi, Hawkins, Tyers .. [et al.]. . o this end, I consented to talkmore than became me ; and our stratagem would have enjoyed seeing him take me by the handin the middle of dinner, and repeat, with no small enthu-siasm, many passages from the Fair Penitent, &c. Iurged him to take a little wine ; he replied, I cantdrink a little, child ; therefore I never touch it. Abstin-ence is as easy to me, as temperance would be was very good-humoured and gay. One of the com-pany happened to say a word about poetry ; Hush,hush ! said he, it is dangerous to say a word of poetrybefore her ; it is talking of the art of war before continued his jokes, and lamented that I had notmarried Chatterton, that posterity might have seen apropagation of poets. 468. Oxford. — Pembroke College. Who do you think is my principal Cicerone at Oxford?Only Dr. Johnson! and we do so gallant it about! Youcannot imagine with what delight he showed me every partof his own college (Pembroke). Dr. Adams, the master,. iHan/teU J-;;,-;:,; ..;!!, £ /?//////•/>? /./>-,//• ^taLy IL Ill] I :i,;UE STIffiJEJEir, HANNAH MORE. 297 had contrived a very pretty piece of gallantry. We spentthe day and evening at his house. After dinner, Johnsonbegged to conduct me to see the college ; he would let noone show me it but himself. This was my room ; thisShenstones. Then, after pointing out all the rooms ofthe poets who had been of his college, In short/ saidhe, we were a nest of singing birds. — Here wewalked, there we played at cricket. He ran over withpleasure the history of the juvenile days he passed we came into the common hall, we spied a finelarge print of Johnson, framed and hung up that verymorning, with this motto, And is not Johnson ours,himself a host ? Under which stared you in the face,From Miss Mores Sensibility. This little incidentamu
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