JOHNSON'S YOUTHFUL COMPOSITIONS 37 Translation of part of the Dialogue between HECTOR and ANDROMACHE; from the Sixth Book of HOMER'S ILIAD. SHE ceas'd then godlike Hector answer'd kind, Acquired by wounds and battles bravely fought! That Priam's house, and Priam's self shall bleed : Whose blood shall quench some Grecian's thirsty rage, As the sad thought of your impending fate: When some proud Grecian dame shall tasks impose, Tears, at my name, shall drown those beauteous eyes. To a YOUNG LADY on her BIRTH-DAY 1. THIS tributary verse receive my fair, Thy form more lovely, more adorn'd thy mind; May powerful nature join with grateful art, Alas! 'tis hard for beauty to be just. Those sovereign charms with strictest care employ ; 1 Mr. Hector informs me, that this was made almost impromptu, in his presence. 888 38 JOHNSON'S YOUTHFUL COMPOSITIONS With his own form acquaint the forward fool, Teach mimick censure her own faults to find, THE YOUNG AUTHOUR1. WHEN first the peasant, long inclin'd to roam, While the breeze whispers, and the streamers play: More false, more cruel, than the seas or wind. Toil on, dull croud, in extacies he cries, For wealth or title, perishable prize; While I those transitory blessings scorn, This thought once form'd, all council comes too late, And feels the unfading wreath surround his head. EPILOGUE, intended to have been spoken by a LADY who was to personate the Ghost of HERMIONE 2. YE blooming train, who give despair or joy, 1 This he inserted, with many alterations, in the Gentleman's Magazine, 1743 [p. 378]. Some young ladies at Lichfield having proposed to act The Distressed Mother, Johnson wrote this, and gave it to Mr. Hector to convey it privately to them. JOHNSON'S YOUTHFUL COMPOSITIONS In whose fair cheeks destructive Cupids wait, And scents ambrosial breathe in every gale: Expell'd and exil'd from the blissful seats, Vex ev'ry eye, and every bosom tear; No maid to flatter, and no paint to hide. Then melt, ye fair, while crouds around you sigh, With pity soften every awful grace, And beauty smile auspicious in each face; To ease their pains exert your milder power, So shall you guiltless reign, and all mankind adore.' 39 The two years which he spent at home, after his return from Stourbridge, he passed in what he thought idleness, and was scolded by his father for his want of steady application. He had no settled plan of life, nor looked forward at 40 HIS WIDE READING [1728 all, but merely lived from day to day. Yet he read a great deal in a desultory manner, without any scheme of study, as chance threw books in his way, and inclination directed him through them. He used to mention one curious instance of his casual reading, when but a boy. Having imagined that his brother had hid some apples behind a large folio upon an upper shelf in his father's shop, he climbed up to search for them. There were no apples; but the large folio proved to be Petrarch, whom he had seen mentioned in some preface, as one of the restorers of learning. His curiosity having been thus excited, he sat down with avidity, and read a great part of the book. What he read during these two years he told me, was not works of mere amusement, 'not voyages and travels, but all literature, Sir, all ancient writers, all manly: though but little Greek, only some of Anacreon and Hesiod; but in this irregular manner (added he) I had looked into a great many books, which were not commonly known at the Universities, where they seldom read any books but what are put into their hands by their tutors; so that when I came to Oxford, Dr. Adams, now master of Pembroke College, told me I was the best qualified for the University that he had ever known come there.' In estimating the progress of his mind during these two years, as well as in future periods of his life, we must not regard his own hasty confession of idleness; for we see, when he explains himself, that he was acquiring various stores; and, indeed he himself concluded the account with saying, 'I would not have you think I was doing nothing then.' He might, perhaps, have studied more assiduously; but it may be doubted whether such a mind as his was not more enriched by roaming at large in the fields of literature than if it had been confined to any single spot. The analogy between body and mind is very general, and the parallel will hold as to their food, as well as any other particular. The flesh of animals who feed excursively, is allowed to have a higher flavour than that of those who are cooped up. May there not be the same difference between men who read as their taste prompts and men who are confined in cells and colleges to stated tasks? That a man in Mr. Michael Johnson's circumstances 1728] JOHNSON ENTERS OXFORD 41 should think of sending his son to the expensive University of Oxford, at his own charge, seems very improbable. The subject was too delicate to question Johnson upon. But I have been assured by Dr. Taylor that the scheme never would have taken place had not a gentleman of Shropshire, one of his schoolfellows, spontaneously undertaken to support him at Oxford, in the character of his companion; though, in fact, he never received any assistance whatever from that gentleman. He, however, went to Oxford, and was entered a Commoner of Pembroke College on the 31st of October, 1728, being then in his nineteenth year. The Reverend Dr. Adams, who afterwards presided over Pembroke College with universal esteem, told me he was present, and gave me some account of what passed on the night of Johnson's arrival at Oxford. On that evening, his father, who had anxiously accompanied him, found means to have him introduced to Mr. Jorden, who was to be his tutor. His being put under any tutor reminds us of what Wood says of Robert Burton, authour of the 'Anatomy of Melancholy,' when elected student of Christ Church: for form's sake, though he wanted not a tutor, he was put under the tuition of Dr. John Bancroft, afterwards Bishop of Oxon1.' His father seemed very full of the merits of his son, and told the company he was a good scholar, and a poet, and wrote Latin verses. His figure and manner appeared strange to them; but he behaved modestly, and sat silent, till upon something which occurred in the course of conversation, he suddenly struck in and quoted Macrobius; and thus he gave the first impression of that more extensive reading in which he had indulged himself. His tutor, Mr. Jorden, fellow of Pembroke, was not, it seems, a man of such abilities as we should conceive requisite for the instructor of Samuel Johnson, who gave me the following account of him. 'He was a very worthy man, but a heavy man, and I did not profit much by his instructions. Indeed, I did not attend him much. The first day after I came to college I waited upon him, and then staid away four. On the sixth, Mr. Jorden asked me why I had not attended. I answered I had been sliding in ChristAthen. Oxon. edit. 1721, i. 627. |