anecdotes of the late samuel johnson-第4部分

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itude　concerning　her　son's　BEHAVIOUR。

Though　he　was　attentive　to　the　peace　of　children　in　general；　no　man　had　a　stronger　contempt　than　he　for　such　parents　as　openly　profess　that　they　cannot　govern　their　children。　　〃How；〃　says　he；　〃is　an　army　governed？　　Such　people；　for　the　most　part；　multiply　prohibitions　till　obedience　becomes　impossible；　and　authority　appears　absurd；　and　never　suspect　that　they　tease　their　family；　their　friends；　and　themselves；　only　because　conversation　runs　low；　and　something　must　be　said。〃

Of　parental　authority；　indeed；　few　people　thought　with　a　lower　degree　of　estimation。　　I　one　day　mentioned　the　resignation　of　Cyrus　to　his　father's　will；　as　related　by　Xenophon；　when；　after　all　his　conquests；　he　requested　the　consent　of　Cambyses　to　his　marriage　with　a　neighbouring　princess；　and　I　added　Rollin's　applause　and　recommendation　of　the　example。　　〃Do　you　not　perceive；　then；〃　says　Johnson；　〃that　Xenophon　on　this　occasion　commends　like　a　pedant；　and　Pere　Rollin　applauds　like　a　slave？　　If　Cyrus　by　his　conquests　had　not　purchased　emancipation；　he　had　conquered　to　little　purpose　indeed。　　Can　you　forbear　to　see　the　folly　of　a　fellow　who　has　in　his　care　the　lives　of　thousands；　when　he　begs　his　papa　permission　to　be　married；　and　confesses　his　inability　to　decide　in　a　matter　which　concerns　no　man's　happiness　but　his　own？〃　　Mr。　Johnson　caught　me　another　time　reprimanding　the　daughter　of　my　housekeeper　for　having　sat　down　unpermitted　in　her　mother's　presence。　　〃Why；　she　gets　her　living；　does　she　not；〃　said　he；　〃without　her　mother's　help？　　Let　the　wench　alone；〃　continued　he。　　And　when　we　were　again　out　of　the　women's　sight　who　were　concerned　in　the　dispute：　　〃Poor　people's　children；　dear　lady；〃　said　he；　〃never　respect　them。　　I　did　not　respect　my　own　mother；　though　I　loved　her。　　And　one　day；　when　in　anger　she　called　me　a　puppy；　I　asked　her　if　she　knew　what　they　called　a　puppy's　mother。〃　　We　were　talking　of　a　young　fellow　who　used　to　come　often　to　the　house；　he　was　about　fifteen　years　old；　or　less；　if　I　remember　right；　and　had　a　manner　at　once　sullen　and　sheepish。　　〃That　lad；〃　says　Mr。　Johnson；　〃looks　like　the　son　of　a　schoolmaster；　which；〃　added　he；　〃is　one　of　the　very　worst　conditions　of　childhood。　　Such　a　boy　has　no　father；　or　worse　than　none；　he　never　can　reflect　on　his　parent　but　the　reflection　brings　to　his　mind　some　idea　of　pain　inflicted；　or　of　sorrow　suffered。〃

I　will　relate　one　thing　more　that　Dr。　Johnson　said　about　babyhood　before　I　quit　the　subject；　it　was　this：　　〃That　little　people　should　be　encouraged　always　to　tell　whatever　they　hear　particularly　striking　to　some　brother；　sister；　or　servant　immediately；　before　the　impression　is　erased　by　the　intervention　of　newer　occurrences。　　He　perfectly　remembered　the　first　time　he　ever　heard　of　Heaven　and　Hell；〃　he　said；　〃because　when　his　mother　had　made　out　such　a　description　of　both　places　as　she　thought　likely　to　seize　the　attention　of　her　infant　auditor；　who　was　then　in　bed　with　her；　she　got　up；　and　dressing　him　before　the　usual　time；　sent　him　directly　to　call　a　favourite　workman　in　the　house；　to　whom　he　knew　he　would　communicate　the　conversation　while　it　was　yet　impressed　upon　his　mind。　　The　event　was　what　she　wished；　and　it　was　to　that　method　chiefly　that　he　owed　his　uncommon　felicity　of　remembering　distant　occurrences　and　long　past　conversations。〃

At　the　age　of　eighteen　Dr。　Johnson　quitted　school；　and　escaped　from　the　tuition　of　those　he　hated　or　those　he　despised。　　I　have　heard　him　relate　very　few　college　adventures。　　He　used　to　say　that　our　best　accounts　of　his　behaviour　there　would　be　gathered　from　Dr。　Adams　and　Dr。　Taylor；　and　that　he　was　sure　they　would　always　tell　the　truth。　　He　told　me；　however；　one　day　how；　when　he　was　first　entered　at　the　University；　he　passed　a　morning；　in　compliance　with　the　customs　of　the　place；　at　his　tutor's　chambers；　but；　finding　him　no　scholar；　went　no　more。　　In　about　ten　days　after；　meeting　the　same　gentleman；　Mr。　Jordan；　in　the　street；　he　offered　to　pass　by　without　saluting　him；　but　the　tutor　stopped；　and　inquired；　not　roughly　neither；　what　he　had　been　doing？　　〃Sliding　on　the　ice；〃　was　the　reply；　and　so　turned　away　with　disdain。　　He　laughed　very　heartily　at　the　recollection　of　his　own　insolence；　and　said　they　endured　it　from　him　with　wonderful　acquiescence；　and　a　gentleness　that；　whenever　he　thought　of　it；　astonished　himself。　　He　told　me；　too；　that　when　he　made　his　first　declamation；　he　wrote　over　but　one　copy；　and　that　coarsely；　and　having　given　it　into　the　hand　of　the　tutor；　who　stood　to　receive　it　as　he　passed；　was　obliged　to　begin　by　chance　and　continue　on　how　he　could；　for　he　had　got　but　little　of　it　by　heart；　so　fairly　trusting　to　his　present　powers　for　immediate　supply；　he　finished　by　adding　astonishment　to　the　applause　of　all　who　knew　how　little　was　owing　to　study。　　A　prodigious　risk；　however；　said　some　one。　　〃Not　at　all！〃　exclaims　Johnson。　　〃No　man；　I　suppose；　leaps　at　once　into　deep　water　who　does　not　know　how　to　swim。〃

I　doubt　not　but　this　story　will　be　told　by　many　of　his　biographers；　and　said　so　to　him　when　he　told　it　me　on　the　18th　of　July；　1773。　　〃And　who　will　be　my　biographer；〃　said　he；　〃do　you　think？〃　　〃Goldsmith；　no　doubt；〃　replied　I；　〃and　he　will　do　it　the　best　among　us。〃　　〃The　dog　would　write　it　best；　to　be　sure；〃　replied　he；　〃but　his　particular　malice　towards　me；　and　general　disregard　for　truth；　would　make　the　book　useless　to　all；　and　injurious　to　my　character。〃　　〃Oh！　as　to　that；〃　said　I；　〃we　should　all　fasten　upon　him；　and　force　him　to　do　you　justice；　but　the　worst　is；　the　Doctor　does　not　KNOW　your　life；　nor　can　I　tell　indeed　who　does；　except　Dr。　Taylor　of　Ashbourne。〃　〃Why；　Taylor；〃　said　he；　〃is　better　acquainted　with　my　HEART　than　any　man　or　woman　now　alive；　and　the　history　of　my　Oxford　exploits　lies　all　between　him　and　Adams；　but　Dr。　James　knows　my　very　early　days　better　than　he。　　After　my　coming　to　London　to　drive　the　world　about　a　little；　you　must　all　go　to　Jack　Hawkesworth　for　anecdotes。　　I　lived　in　great　familiarity　with　him　（though　I　think　there　was　not　much　affection）　from　the　year　1753　till　the　time　Mr。　Thrale　and　you　took　me　up。　　I　intend；　however；　to　disappoint　the　rogues；　and　either　make　you　write　the　life；　with　Taylor's　intelligence；　or；　which　is　better；　do　it　myself；　after　outliving　you　all。　　I　am　now；〃　added　he；　〃keeping　a　diary；　in　hopes　of　using　it　for　that　purpose　some　time。〃　　Here　the　conversation　stopped；　from　my　accidentally　looking　in　an　old　magazine　of　the　year　1768；　where　I　saw　the　following　lines　with　his　name　to　them；　and　asked　if　they　were　his：


Verses　said　to　be　written　by　Dr。　Samuel　Johnson；　at　the　request　of　a　gentleman　to　whom　a　lady　had　given　a　sprig　of　myrtle。　　　　　〃What　hopes；　what　terrors；　does　thy　gift　create；　　　　　　Ambiguous　emblem　of　uncertain　fate；　　　　　　The　myrtle；　ensign　of　supreme　command；　　　　　　Consigned　by　Venus　to　Melissa's　hand：　　　　　　Not　less　capricious　than　a　reigning　fair；　　　　　　Now　grants；　and　now　rejects　a　lover's　prayer。　　　　　　In　myrtle　shades　oft　sings　the　happy　swain；　　　　　　In　myrtle　shades　despairing　ghosts　complain：　　　　　　The　myrtle　crowns　the　happy　lovers'　heads；　　　　　　The　unhappy　lover's　grave　the　myrtle　spreads：　　　　　　Oh；　then；　the　meaning　of　thy　gift　impart；　　　　　　And　ease　the　throbbings　of　an　anxious　heart！　　　　　　Soon　must　this　bough；　as　you　shall　fix　his　doom；　　　　　　Adorn　Philander's　head；　or　grace　his　tomb。〃

〃Why；　now；　do　but　see　how　the　world　is　gaping　for　a　wonder！〃　cries　Mr。　Johnson。　　〃I　think　it　is　now　just　forty　years　ago　that　a　young　fellow　had　a　sprig　of　myrtle　given　him　by　a　girl　he　courted；　and　asked　me　to　write　him　some　verses　that　he　might　present　her　in　return。　　I　promised；　but　forgot；　and　when　he　called　for　his　lines　at　the　time　agreed　on'Sit　still　a　moment；'　says　I；　'dear　Mund；　and　I'll　fetch　them　thee；'　so　stepped　aside　for　five　minutes；　and　wrote　the　nonsense　you　now　keep　such　a　stir　about。〃


Upon　revising　these　anecdotes；　it　is　impossible　not　to　be　struck　with　shame　and　regret　that　one　treasured　no　more　of　them　up；　but　no　experience　is　sufficient　to　cure　the　vice　of　negligence。　　Whatever　one　sees　constantly；　or　might　see　constantly；　becomes　uninteresting；　and　we　suffer　every　trivial　occupation；　every　slight　amusement；　to　hinder　us　from　writing　down　what；　indeed；　we　cannot　choose　but　remember；　but　what　we　should　wish　to　recollect　with　pleasure；　unpoisoned　by　remorse　for　not　remembering　more。　　While　I　write　this；　I　neglect　impressing　my　mind　with　the　wonders　of　art　and　beauties　of　nature　that　now　surround　me；　and　shall　one　day；　perhaps；　think　on　the　hours　I　might　have　profitably　passed　in　the　Florentine　Gallery；　and　reflecting　on　Raphael's　St。　John　at　that　time；　as　upon　Johnson's　conversation　in　this　moment；　may　justly　exclaim　of　the　months　spent　by　me　most　delightfully　in　Italy

　　　　〃That　I　prized　every　hour　that　passed　by；　　　　　　　　　Beyond　all　that　had　pleased　me　before；　　　　　　But　now　they　are　past；　and　I　sigh　　　　　　　　　And　I　grieve　that　I　prized　them　no　more。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　SHENSTONE。

Dr。　Johnson　delighted　in　his　own　partiality　for　Oxford；　and　one　day；　at　my　house；　entertained　five　members　of　the　other　University　with　various　instances　of　the　superiority　of　Oxford；　enumerating　the　gigantic　names　of　many　men　whom　it　had　produced；　with　apparent　triumph。　　At　last　I　said　to　him；　〃Why；　there　happens　to　be　no　less　than　five　Cambridge　men　in　the　room　now。〃　　〃I　did　not；〃　said　he；　〃think　of　that　till　you　told　me；　but　the　wolf　don't　count　the　sheep。〃　　When　the　company　were　retired；　we　happened　to　be　talking　of　Dr。　Barnard；　the　Provost　of　Eton；　who　died　about　that　time；　and　after　a　long　and　just　eulogium　on　his　wit；　his　learning；　and　his　goodness　of　heart；　〃He　was　the　only　man；　too；〃　says　Mr。　Johnson；　quite　seriously；　〃that　did　justice　to　my　good　breeding；　and　you　may　observe　that　I　am　well…bred　to　a　degree　of　needless　scrupulosity。　　No　man；〃　continued　he；　not　observing　the　amazement　of　his　hearers；　〃no　man　is　so　cautious　not　to　interrupt　another；　no　man　thinks　it　so　necessary　to　appear　attentive　when　others　are　speaking；　no　man　so　steadily　refuses　preference　to　himself；　or　so　willingly　bestows　it　on　another；　as　I　do；　nobody　holds　so　strongly　as　I　do　the　necessity　of　ceremony；　and　the　ill　effects　which　follow　the　breach　of　it