Grub Street. 'Sir (said Johnson, smiling), you have been regularly educated.' Having asked who was his instructor, and Mr. Hoole having answered, 'My uncle, sir, who was a tailor'; Johnson recollecting himself, said, 'Sir, I knew him; we called him the metaphysical tailor. He was of a club in Old Street, with me and George Psalmanazar, and some others: but pray, sir, was he a good tailor?' Mr. Hoole having answered that 'he believed he was too mathematical, and used to draw squares and triangles on his shop-board, so that he did not excel in the cut of a coat'; 'I am sorry for it (said Johnson), for I would have every man to be master of his own business.'

In pleasant reference to himself and Mr. Hoole, as brother authors, he often said, 'Let you and I, sir, go together, and eat a beef-steak in Grub Street.'

Sir William Chambers, that great architect1 whose works show a sublimity of genius, and who is esteemed by all who know him, for his social, hospitable, and generous qualities, submitted the manuscript of his Chinese Architecture to Dr. Johnson's perusal. Johnson was much pleased with it, and said, 'It wants no addition or correction, but a few lines of introduction,' which he furnished, and Sir William adopted.'

1 The Honourable Horace Walpole, late Earl of Orford, thus bears testimony to this gentleman's merit as a writer: 'Mr. Chambers's Treatise on Civil Architecture is the most sensible book, and the most exempt from prejudices, that ever was written on that science.' -Preface to Anecdotes of Painting in England.

2 The introductory lines are these: 'It is difficult to avoid praising too little or too much. The boundless panegyrics which have been lavished upon the Chinese learning, policy, and arts, show with what power novelty attracts regard, and how naturally esteem swells into admiration.

'I am far from desiring to be numbered among the exaggerators of Chinese excellence. I consider them as great, or wise, only in compari.

He said to Sir William Scott, 'The age is running mad after innovation; and all the business of the world is to be done in a new way; men are to be hanged in a new way; Tyburn itself is not safe from the fury of innovation.' It having been argued that this was an improvement-'No, sir (said he eagerly), it is not an improvement; they object that the old method drew together a number of spectators. Sir, executions are intended to draw spectators. If they do not draw spectators they don't answer their purpose. The old method was most satisfactory to all parties; the public was gratified by a procession; the criminal was supported by it. Why is all this to be swept away?' I perfectly agree with Dr. Johnson upon this head, and am persuaded that executions now, the solemn procession being discontinued, have not nearly the effect which they formerly had. Magistrates both in London and elsewhere have, I am afraid, in this had too much regard to their own

ease.

Of Dr. Hurd, Bishop of Worcester, Johnson said to a friend Hurd, sir, is one of a set of men who account for everything systematically; for instance, it has been a fashion to wear scarlet breeches; these men would tell you that according to causes and effects, no other wear could at that time have been chosen.' He, however, said of him at another time

son with the nations that surround them: and have no intention to place them in competition either with the ancients or with the moderns of this part of the world; yet they must be allowed to claim our notice as a distinct and very singular race of men: as the inhabitants of a region divided by its situation from all civilised countries, who have formed their own manners and invented their own arts without the assistance of example.'

to the same gentleman, 'Hurd, sir, is a man whose acquaintance is a valuable acquisition.'

That learned and ingenious Prelate it is well known published at one period of his life, Moral and Political Dialogues, with a wofully whiggish cast. Afterwards, his Lordship having thought better, came to see his error, and republished the work with a more constitutional spirit. Johnson, however, was unwilling to allow him full credit for his political conversion. I remember when his Lordship declined the honour of being Archbishop of Canterbury, Johnson said, 'I am glad he did not go to Lambeth; for after all, I fear he is a Whig in his heart.'

Johnson's attention to precision and clearness in expression was very remarkable. He disapproved of a parenthesis; and I believe in all his voluminous writings, not half a dozen of them will be found. He never used the phrases the former and the latter, having observed that they often occasioned obscurity; he therefore contrived to construct his sentences so as not to have occasion for them, and would even rather repeat the same words in order to avoid them. Nothing is more common than to mistake surnames when we hear them carelessly uttered for the first time. To prevent this he used not only to pronounce them slowly and distinctly, but to take the trouble of spelling them-a practice which I have often followed, and which I wish were general.

Such was the heat and irritability of his blood that not only did he pare his nails to the quick, but scraped the joints of his fingers with a penknife, till they seemed quite red and raw.

The heterogeneous composition of human nature was

remarkably exemplified in Johnson. His liberality in giving his money to persons in distress was extraordinary: yet there lurked about him a propensity to paltry saving. One day I owned to him that 'I was occasionally troubled with a fit of narrowness.' 'Why, sir (said he), so am I. But I do not tell it.' He has now and then borrowed a shilling of me; and when I asked him for it again seemed to be rather out of humour. A droll little circumstance once occurred :As if he meant to reprimand my minute exactness as a creditor, he thus addressed me: 'Boswell, lend me sixpence-not to be repaid."

The great man's attention to small things was very remarkable. As an instance of it, he one day said to me, 'Sir, when you get silver in change for a guinea, look carefully at it; you may find some curious piece of coin.'

Though a stern true-born Englishman, and fully prejudiced against all other nations, he had discernment enough to see, and candour enough to censure, the cold reserve too common among Englishmen towards strangers: Sir (said he), two men of any other nation who are shown into a room together, at a house where they are both visitors, will immediately find some conversation. But two Englishmen will probably go each to a different window, and remain in obstinate silence. Sir, we as yet do not enough understand the common rights of humanity.'

Johnson was at a certain period of his life a good deal with the Earl of Shelburne, now Marquis of Lansdowne, as he doubtless could not but have a due value for that nobleman's activity of mind, and uncommon acquisitions of important knowledge, how