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character and of refined taste, and, what Dr. Johnson
little suspected, a very loyal subject. Johnson after-
wards owned to Miss Reynolds that he was very sorry
that he had "snubbed Wilkes, as his wife was pre-
sent." Miss Reynolds replied that he should be sorry
for many reasons. "No," said
said Johnson, who was
very reluctant to apologise for offences of this nature;
"no, I only regret it because his wife was by." Miss
Reynolds believed that he had no kind of motive for
this incivility to Mr. I. Wilkes but disgust at his
brother's political principles.]

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My worthy booksellers and friends, Messieurs Dilly in the Poultry, at whose hospitable and well-covered table I have seen a greater number of literary men than at any other, except that of Sir Joshua Reynolds, had invited me to meet Mr. Wilkes and some more gentlemen on Wednesday, May 15. Pray," said I, "let us have Dr. Johnson." "What, with Mr. Wilkes? not for the world," said Mr. Edward Dilly: “Dr. Johnson would never forgive me." Come," said I, • if you'll let me negotiate for you, I will be answerable that all shall go well." DILLY. "Nay, if you will take it upon you, I am sure I shall be very happy to see them both here."

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Notwithstanding the high veneration which I entertained for Dr. Johnson, I was sensible that he was sometimes a little actuated by the spirit of contradiction, and by means of that I hoped I should gain my point. I was persuaded that if I had come upon him with a direct proposal, "Sir, will you dine, in company with Jack Wilkes?" he would have flown would probably have answered, onemer is died woods mid

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quietly by ourselves at his house in
house in an evening, took
occasion to open my plan thus: " Mr. Dilly, sir, sends
his respectful compliments to you, and would be
happy if you would do him the honour to dine with
him on Wednesday next along with me, as I must
soon go to Scotland." JOHNSON. "Sir, I am obliged
to Mr. Dilly. I will wait upon him." BOSWELL.
"Provided, sir, I suppose, that the company which
he is to have is agreeable to you?" JOHNSON
What do you mean, sir? What do you take me
for? Do you think I am so ignorant of the world as
to imagine that I am to prescribe to a gentleman
what company he is to have at his table?" Bos-
WELL. "I beg your pardon, sir, for wishing to pre-
vent you from meeting people whom you might not
like. Perhaps he may have some of what he calls
his patriotick friends with him." JOHNSON. "Well,
sir, and what then? What care I for his patriotick
friends? Poh!" BOSWELL. "I should not be, sur-
prised to find Jack Wilkes there." JOHNSON,
if Jack Wilkes should be there, what is that to me,
sir? My dear friend, let us have no more of this. I
am sorry to be angry with you; but really it is
tis
treating me strangely to talk to me as if I could not
meet any company whatever, occasionally." Bos-
WELL."Pray forgive me, sir: I meant well. But
you shall meet whoever comes, for me." Thus I
secured him, and told Dilly that he would find him
very well pleased to be one of his guests on the day
appointed.

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Upon the much expected Wednesday, I called on him about half an hour before dinner, as I often did when we were to dine out together, to see that he was ready in time, and to accompany him. I found him buffeting his books, as upon a former occasion',

covered with dust, and making no preparation for going abroad. "How is this, sir?" said I. Don't

you recollect that you are to dine at Mr. Dilly's?" JOHNSON, “Sir, I did not think of going to Dilly's: it went out of my head. I have ordered dinner at home with Mrs. Williams." BOSWELL. "But, my dear sir, you know you were engaged to Mr. Dilly, and I told him so. He will expect you, and will be much disappointed if you don't come." JOHNSON. "You must talk to Mrs. Williams about this."

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Here was a sad dilemma. I feared that what I was so confident I had secured would yet be frustrated. He had accustomed himself to show Mrs. Williams such a degree of humane attention, as frequently imposed some restraint upon him; and I' knew that if she should be obstinate, he would not stir. I hastened down stairs to the blind lady's room, and told her I was in great uneasiness, for Dr. Johnson had engaged to me to dine this day at Mr. Dilly's, but that he had told me he had forgotten his' engagement, and had ordered dinner at home. "Yes, sir," said she, pretty peevishly, "Dr. Johnson is to dine at home." 66 Madam," said I, "his respect for you is such, that I know he will not leave you, unless you absolutely desire it. But as you have so much of his company, I hope you will be good enough to forego it for a day, as Mr. Dilly is a very worthy man, has frequently had agreeable parties at his house for Dr. Johnson, and will be vexed if the doctor neglects him to-day. And then, madam, be pleased to consider my situation; I carried the message, and I assured Mr. Dilly that Dr. Johnson was to come; and no doubt he has made a dinner, and invited a company, and boasted of the honour he expected to have. I shall be quite disgraced if the doctor is not there." She gradually softened to my solicitations,

which were certainly as earnest as most entreaties to ladies upon any occasion, and was graciously pleased to empower me to tell Dr, Johnson, "That, all things considered, she thought he should certainly go." I. flew back to him, still in dust, and careless of what should be the event," indifferent in his choice to go or stay" but as soon as I had announced to him Mrs. Williams's consent, he roared," Frank, a clean shirt," and was very soon dressed. When I had him fairly seated in a hackney-coach with me, I exulted as much as a fortune-hunter who has got an heiress into a post-chaise with him to set out for GretnaGreen.

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When we entered Mr. Dilly's drawing-room, he found himself in the midst of a company he did not know. I kept myself snug and silent, watching how he would conduct himself. I observed him whispering to Mr. Dilly, “ Who is that gentleman, sir?" "Mr. Arthur Lee." JOHNSON. "Too, too, too" (under his breath), which was one of his habitual mutterings. Mr. Arthur Lee could not but be very obnoxious to Johnson, for he was not only a patriot, but an American. He was afterwards minister from the United States at the court of Madrid. "And

who is the gentleman in lace?" "Mr. Wilkes, sir." This information confounded him still more; he had some difficulty to restrain himself, and, taking up a book, sat down upon a window-seat and read, or at least kept his eye upon it intently for some time, till he composed himself. His feelings, I dare say, were awkward enough. But he no doubt recollected his having rated me for supposing that he could be at all disconcerted by any company, and he, therefore, resolutely set himself to behave quite as an easy man of the world, who could adapt himself at once to the

'disposition and manners of those whom he might chance to meet.

The cheering sound of " Dinner is upon the table,' dissolved his reverie, and we all sat down without any symptom of ill humour. There were present, beside Mr. Wilkes and Mr. Arthur Lee, who was an old companion of mine when he studied physick at Edinburgh, Mr. (now Sir John) Miller1, Dr. Lettsom, and Mr. Slater, the druggist. Mr. Wilkes placed himself next to Dr. Johnson, and behaved to him with so much attention and politeness, that he gained upon him insensibly. No man eat more heartily than Johnson, or loved better what was nice and delicate. Mr. Wilkes was very assiduous in helping him to some fine veal. 66 'Pray give me leave, sirIt is better here-A little of the brown-Some fat, sir-A little of the stuffing-Some gravy-Let me have the pleasure of giving you some butter-Allow me to recommend a squeeze of this orange; or the lemon, perhaps, may have more zest." "Sir; sir, I am obliged to you, sir," cried Johnson, bowing, and turning his head to him with a look for some time of "surly virtue," but, in a short while, of complacency.

Foote being mentioned, Johnson said, "He is not a good mimick." One of the company added, “A merry-andrew, a buffoon." JOHNSON. "But he has wit too, and is not deficient in ideas, or in fertility and variety of imagery, and not empty of reading; he has knowledge enough to fill up his part. One species of wit he has in an eminent degree, that of escape. You drive him into a corner with both hands; but he's gone, sir, when you think you have got him

[Of Bath Easton. See ante, p. 211.-ED.]

2 Johnson's "London, a Poem," v. 145.-Boswell.