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to suspect himself of it; and when one asked him gently how he did, "Ready to become a scoundrel. Madam," would commonly be the answer: with a little more spoiling you will, I think, make me a complete rascal."

80. Johnson and Goldsmith.

Johnson made Goldsmith a comical answer one day, when seeming to repine at the success of Beattie's "Essay on Truth," "Here's such a stir," said he, "about a fellow that has written one book, and I have written many." Ah, doctor," says his friend," there go two and forty sixpences you know to one guinea."

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They had spent an evening with Eaton Graham too; I remember hearing it was at some tavern. His heart was open, and he began inviting away; told what he could do to make his college agreeable, and begged the visit might not be delayed. Goldsmith thanked him, and proposed setting out with Mr. Johnson for Buckinghamshire in a fortnight; "Nay hold, Dr. Minor," says the other, "I did not invite you."

Many such mortifications arose in the course of their intimacy to be sure, but few more laughable than when the newspapers had tacked them together as the pedant and his flatterer in "Love's Labour Lost." Dr. Goldsmith came to his friend, fretting and foaming, and vowing vengeance against the printer, &c., till Mr. Johnson, tired of the bustle, and desirous to think of something else, cried out at last, " Why, what would'st thou have, dear doctor! who the plague is hurt with all this nonsense? and how is a man the worse, I wonder, in his health, purse, or character, for being called Holofernes ?" "I do not know," replies the other, "how you may relish being called Holofernes, but I do not like at least to play Goodman Dull."

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Hannah More.

81. Abuse and Flattery. Dr. Johnson was famous for disregarding public abuse. When the people criticised and answered his pamphlets, papers, &c. Why now, these fellows are only advertising my book," he would say; "it is surely better a man should be abused than forgotten." When Churchill nettled him however, it is certain he felt the sting, or that poet's works would hardly have been left out of the edition. But of that I have no right to decide the booksellers, perhaps, did not put Churchill on their list. I know Mr. Johnson was exceedingly zealous to declare how very little he had to do with the selection. Churchill's works, too, might possibly be rejected by him upon a higher principle; the highest indeed, if he was inspired by the same laudable motive which made him reject every authority for a word in his dictionary, that could only be gleaned from writers dangerous to religion or morality: — "I would not," said he, "send people to look for words in a book, that by such a casual seizure of the mind might chance to mislead it for ever." In consequence of this delicacy, Mrs. Montagu once observed, that were angel to give the imprimatur, Dr. Johnson's works were among those very few which would not be lessened by a line. That such praise, from such a lady, should delight him, is not strange; insensibility in a case like that, must have been the result alone of arrogance acting on stupidity.

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Mr. Johnson had, indeed, no dislike to the commendations which he knew he deserved: "What signifies protesting so against flattery!" would he cry; "when a person speaks well of one, it must be either true or false, you know; if true, let us rejoice in his good opinion; if he lies, it is a proof at least that he loves more to please me, than to sit silent when he need say nothing."

That natural roughness of his manner, so often men

tioned, would, notwithstanding the regularity of his notions, burst through them all from time to time; and he once bade a very celebrated lady (1), who praised him with too much zeal perhaps, or perhaps too strong an emphasis (which always offended him), "consider what her flattery was worth, before she choked him with it." A few more winters passed in the talking world, showed him the value of that friend's commendations however; and he was very sorry for the disgusting speech he made her.

82. Conversation without Effort.

I used to think Mr. Johnson's determined preference of a cold monotonous talker over an emphatical and violent one, would make him quite a favourite among the men of ton, whose insensibility, or affectation of perpetual calmness, certainly did not give to him the offence it does to many. He loved "conversation without effort," he said; and the encomiums I have heard him so often pronounce on the manners of Topham Beauclerc in society, constantly ended in that peculiar praise, that "it was without effort."

83. Richardson.

We were talking of Richardson who wrote Clarissa: "You think I love flattery," says Dr. Johnson," and so I do; but a little too much always disgusts me : that fellow Richardson, on the contrary, could not be contented to sail quietly down the stream of reputation. without longing to taste the froth from every stroke of the oar."

84. Newspaper Abuse.

With regard to slight insults from newspaper abuse, I have already declared his notions: "they sting one,' says he," but as a fly stings a horse; and the eagle will not catch flies."

(1) [Hannah More. See antè, Vol. VII. p. 137.]