Etat. 72] ladies." Then he brightened into gay humour, and addressed them in the words of one of the songs in "The Beggar's Opera,' "But two at a time there's no mortal can bear." "What, Sir (said I), are you going to turn Captain Macheath?" There was something as pleasantly ludicrous in this scene as can be imagined. The contrast between Macheath, Polly, and Lucy-and Dr. Samuel Johnson; blind, peevish Mrs. Williams, and lean, lank, preaching Mrs. Hall, was exquisite. I stole away to Coachmakers' Hall, and heard the difficult text of which we had talked, discussed with great decency, and some intelligence, by several speakers. There was a difference of opinion. as to the appearance of ghosts in modern times, though the arguments for it, supported by Mr. Addison's authority, preponderated. The immediate subject of debate was embarrassed by the bodies of the saints having been said to rise, and by the question what became of them afterwards :-did they return again to their graves? or were they translated to heaven? Only one evangelist mentions the fact,* and the commentators whom I have looked at do not make the passage clear. There is, however, no occasion for our understanding it farther, than to know that it was one of the extraordinary manifestations of divine power, which accompanied the most important event that ever happened. *St. Matthew, chap. xxvii, v. 52, 53. CHAPTER L-1781 MRS. GARRICK'S DINNER Dinner at Mrs. Garrick's-Hannah More-Mrs. Elizabeth Carter-Mrs. Boscawen-Sir Joshua Reynolds -Mudge's Sermons-The Adelphi-Death of William Strahan-Johnson and Wilkes-Bet FlintBlue Stockings-Johnson's Habits-Love of Argument-Shebbeare-Lord Carlisle's PoemsDr. Barnard-Whig and Tory-Mr. Perkins-Johnson at Southill-Visit to Young's House Squire Dilly-Lord Bute's Seat, Luton Hoe-At Shefford. On Friday, April 20, I spent with him one of the happiest days that I remember to have enjoyed in the whole course of my life. Mrs. Garrick, whose grief for the loss of her husband was, I believe, as sincere as wounded affection and admiration could produce, had this day, for the first time since his death, a select party of his friends to dine with her. The company was Miss Hannah More, who lived with her, and whom she called her Chaplain; Mrs. Boscawen, Mrs. Elizabeth Carter, Sir Joshua Reynolds, Dr. Burney, Dr. Johnson, and myself. We found ourselves very elegantly entertained at her house in the Adelphi, where I have passed many a pleasing hour with him "who gladdened life." She looked well, talked of her husband with complacency, and, while she cast her eyes on his portrait, which hung over the chimneypiece, said that " death was now the most agreeable object to her." The very semblance of David Garrick was cheering. Mr. Beauclerk, with happy propriety, inscribed under that fine portrait of him, which by Lady Diana's kindness is now the property of my friend Mr. Langton, the following passage from his beloved Shakspeare: 66 Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, Which his fair tongue (Conceit's expositor) We were all in fine spirits; and I whispered to Mrs. Boscawen, "I believe this is as much as can be made of life." In addition to a splendid entertainment, we were regaled with Lichfield ale, which had a peculiar appropriate value. Sir Joshua and Dr. Burney and I drank cordially of it to Dr. Johnson's health; and though he would not join us, he as cordially answered, "Gentlemen, I wish you all as well as you do me." The general effect of this day dwells upon my mind in fond remembrance; but I do not find much conversation recorded. What I have preserved shall be faithfully given. One of the company mentioned Mr. Thomas Hollis, the strenuous Whig, who used to send over Europe presents of democratical books, with their boards stamped with daggers and caps of Liberty. Mrs. Carter said, “he was a bad man : he used to talk uncharitably." JOHNSON: "Poh! poh! Madam: who is the worse for being talked of uncharitably? Besides, he was a dull poor creature as ever lived and I Etat. 72] MRS. GARRICK'S DINNER 945 believe he could not have done harm to a man whom he knew to be of very opposite principles to his own. I remember once at the Society of Arts, when an advertisement was to be drawn up, he pointed me out as the man who could do it best. This, you will observe, was kindness to me. I however slipped away, and escaped it." Mrs. Carter having said of the same person, "I doubt he was an atheist." JOHNSON: "I don't know that. He might perhaps have become one, if he had had time to ripen (smiling). He might have exuberated into an atheist." 66 Sir Joshua Reynolds praised Mudge's * Sermons." JOHNSON: "Mudge's Sermons are good, but not practical. He grasps more sense than he can hold; he takes more corn than he can make into meal: he opens a wide prospect, but it is so distant, it is indistinct. I love Blair's Sermons.' Though the dog is a Scotchman, and a Presbyterian, and everything he should not be, I was the first to praise them. Such was my candour." (Smiling.) MRS. BOSCAWEN: "Such his great merit, to get the better of all your prejudices." JOHNSON: "Why, Madam, let us compound the matter; let us ascribe it to my candour, and his merit." In the evening we had a large company in the drawing-room; several ladies, the Bishop of Killaloe, Dr. Percy, Mr. Chamberlayne, of the Talking of a very respectable washed, and put clean clothes on her. (Then looking very serious, and very earnest.) And she did not disgrace him;-the woman had a bottom of good sense." The word bottom, thus introduced, was so ludicrous when contrasted with his gravity, that most of us could not forbear tittering and laughing; though I recollect that the Bishop of Killaloe kept his countenance with perfect steadiness, while Miss Hannah More slyly hid her face behind a lady's back who sat on the same settee with her. His pride could not bear that any expression of his should excite ridicule, when he did not intend it; he therefore resolved to assume and exercise despotic power, glanced sternly around, and called out in a strong tone, "Where's the merriment?" Then collecting himself, and looking awful, to make us feel how he could impose restraint, and as it were searching his mind for a still more ludicrous word, he slowly pronounced, "I say the woman was fundamentally sensible;" as if he had said, hear this now, and laugh if you dare. We all sat composed as at a funeral. He and I walked away together; we stopped a little while by the rails of the Adelphi, looking on the Thames, and I said to him, with some emotion, that I was now thinking of two friends we had lost, who once lived in the buildings behind us, Beauclerk and Garrick. "Ay, Sir (said he, tenderly), and two such friends as cannot be supplied." For some time after this day, I did not see him very often, and of the conversation which I did enjoy, I am sorry to find I have preserved but little. I was at this time engaged in a variety of other matters, which required exertion and assiduity, and necessarily occupied almost all my time. One day, having spoken very freely of those who were then in power, he said to me, "Between ourselves, Sir, I do not like to give Opposition the satisfaction of knowing how much I disapprove of the Ministry." And when I mentioned that Mr. Burke had boasted how quiet the nation was in George the Second's reign, when Whigs were in power, compared with the present reign, when Tories governed :Why, Sir (said he), you are to consider that Tories, having more reverence for government, will not oppose with the same violence as Whigs, who, being unrestrained by that principle, will oppose by any means." 66 This month he lost not only Mr. Thrale, but another friend, Mr. William Strahan, junior, printer, the eldest son of his old and constant friend, Printer to his Majesty. "DEAR MADAM, 66 TO MRS. STRAHAN. "THE grief which I feel for the loss of a very kind friend is sufficient to make me know how much you suffer by the death of an amiable son; a man of whom I think it may be truly said that no one knew him who does not lament him. I look upon myself as having a friend, another friend, taken from me. 66 Comfort, dear Madam, I would give you, if I could; but I know how little the forms of consolation can avail. Let me, however, counsel you not to waste your health in unprofitable sorrow, but go to Bath, and endeavour to prolong your own. life; but when we have all done all that we can, one friend must in time lose the other. Etat. 72] TRUTH, REASON, AND WILKES 947 On Tuesday, May 8, I had the pleasure of again dining with him and Mr. Wilkes, at Mr. Dilly's. No negotiation was now required to bring them together; for Johnson was so well satisfied with the former interview, that he was very glad to meet Wilkes again, who was this day seated between Dr. Beattie and Dr. Johnson (between Truth and Reason, as General Paoli said when I told him of it). WILKES : "I have been thinking, Dr. Johnson, that there should be a bill brought into Parliament that the controverted elections for Scotland. should be tried in that country, at their abbey of Holyrood House, and not here; for the consequence of trying them here is that we have an inundation of Scotchmen, who come up and never go back again. Now, here is Boswell, who is come upon the election for his own county, which will not last a fortnight." JOHNSON: "Nay, Sir, I see no reason why they should be tried at all; for, you know one Scotchman is as good as another." WILKES: "Pray, Boswell, how much may be got in a year by an Advocate at the Scotch bar?" BOSWELL: "I believe, two thousand pounds." WILKES: WILKES: "How can it be possible to spend that money in Scotland?" JOHNSON: "Why, Sir, the money may be spent in England; but there is a harder question. If one man in Scotland gets possession of two thousand pounds, what own From an engraving MRS. EVA MARIA GARRICK (b. 1726, d. 1822) née Veigel, of a Viennese family. She was educated as a dancer and assumed the name of Violette by command of the Empress Maria Theresa, and first appeared at Drury Lane Theatre in Dec., 1746. In 1749 she married David Garrick, whom she survived forty-three years. Her death occurred suddenly at the age of ninety-six. |