On which, says I, a penetrating elf! "Doctor, I'm sure you coin'd that word yourself." The Doctor own'd to me I had divin'd it, For, bonâ fide, he had really coin'd it. "And yet, of all the words I've coin'd (says he), My Dictionary, sir, contains but three." Mad. Piozzi.-The Doctor said, "In literary matters, A Frenchman goes not deep-ne only smatters; Bozzy. In grave procession to St. Leonard's College, Mad. Piozzi.-In Lincolnshire, a lady show'd our friend A grotto that she wish'd him to commend. Quoth she, "How cool in summer this abode !" "Yes, madam (answered Johnson), for a toad." Bozzy. Between old Scalpa's rugged isle and Rasay's, Who wonder'd Joseph could be such a lubber. Mad. Piozzi.-I ask'd him if he knock'd Tom Osborn down," As such a tale was current through the town : Says I, "Do tell me, Doctor, what befell." Why, dearest lady, there is naught to tell : I ponder'd on the properest mode to treat him- Did any one that he was happy cry- On which he sternly answer'd, "Madam, no! 'T would make a fellow hang himself, whose ear Bozzy. I wonder'd yesterday, that one John Hay, Who serv'd as Ciceroné on the way, Should fly a man-of-war-a spot so blest A fool! nine months, too, after he was prest. Quoth Johnson, "No man, sir, would be a sailor, With sense to scrape acquaintance with a jailor.” Mad. Piozzi.-I said I lik'd not goose, and mention'd why ; One smells it roasting on the spit, quoth I. 66 You, Madam," cry'd the Doctor, with a frown, "Are always gorging-stuffing something down. Madam, 't is very nat'ral to suppose, If in the pantry you will poke your nose, Your maw with ev'ry sort of victuals swelling, That you must want the bliss of dinner-smelling, Bozzy.-Once at our house, amidst our Attic feasts, We liken'd our acquaintances to beasts; As, for example, some to calves and hogs, And some to bears and monkeys, cats and dogs; We said (which charm'd the Doctor much no doubt), His mind was like of elephants the snout, That could pick pins up, yet possess'd the vigor For trimming well the jacket of a tiger. Mad. Piozzi.-Dear Doctor Johnson left off drinks fermented, With quarts of chocolate and cream contented; Yet often down his throat's enormous gutter, Bozzy. With glee the Doctor did my girl behold; Her name Veronica, just four months old. But to my old great grandam it was giv'n- And what must add to her importance, much, The man who did espouse this dame divine About our Doctor Johnson she was wild; And when he left off speaking, she would flutter, I'd to her fortune add five hundred more. Mad. Piozzi.-In ghosts the Doctor strongly did believe, He said to Doctor Lawrence, "Sure I am, Bozzy. When young ('twas rather silly I allow), One time at Drury Lane with Doctor Blair, My imitations made the playhouse stare! So very charming was I in my roar, That both the galleries clapp'd and cried “ Encore." I tried to be a jack-ass and a calf: But who, alas! in all things can be great? In short, I met a terrible defeat; So vile I bray'd and bellow'd, I was hiss'd; Yet all who knew me wonder'd that I miss'd. Blair whisper'd me, "You've lost your credit now; ' Peter Garrick, who had a wooden leg. He was brother of the actor. 2 "George" was George Faulkner the printer, who prosecuted Foote for lampooning him. Osborne the bookseller. Johnson, while in poor circumstances, had been employed by him. The melancholy author happened to be guilty of one of those delays, which are sometimes occasioned to conscientious men by the wish to do their best. Osborne, who had no understanding for such refined motives, broke out into a coarse strain of abuse, such as the trade would now be ashamed of; and Johnson was so provoked, that happening to have one of the man's folios in his hands at the moment, he knocked him down with it. THE END. |