Burney's opening the first volume,at the Merchant of Venice,he observed to him,that he seemed to be more severe on Warburton than Theobald."O poor Tib.!(said Johnson)he was ready knocked down to my hands;Warburton stands between me and him.""But,Sir,(said Mr.Burney,)you'll have Warburton upon your bones,won't you?""No,Sir;he'll not come out:he'll only growl in his den.""But you think,Sir,that Warburton is a superiour critick to Theobald?""O Sir he'd make two-and-fifty Theobalds,cut into slices!The worst of Warburton is,that he has a rage for saying something,when there's nothing to be said."Mr.Burney then asked him whether he had seen the letter which Warburton had written in answer to a pamphlet addressed "To the most impudent Man alive."He answered in the negative.Mr.Burney told him it was supposed to be written by Mallet.The controversey now raged between the friends of Pope and Bolingbroke;and Warburton and Mallet were the leaders of the several parties.Mr.Burney asked him then if he had seen Warburton's book against Bolingbroke's Philosophy?"No,Sir,I have never read Bolingbroke's impiety,and therefore am not interested about its confutation."'
On the fifteenth of April he began a new periodical paper,entitled The Idler,which came out every Saturday in a weekly news-paper,called The Universal Chronicle,or Weekly Gazette,published by Newbery.These essays were continued till April 5,1760.Of one hundred and three,their total number,twelve were contributed by his friends.
The Idler is evidently the work of the same mind which produced The Rambler,but has less body and more spirit.It has more variety of real life,and greater facility of language.He describes the miseries of idleness,with the lively sensations of one who has felt them;and in his private memorandums while engaged in it,we find 'This year I hope to learn diligence.'Many of these excellent essays were written as hastily as an ordinary letter.
Mr.Langton remembers Johnson,when on a visit at Oxford,asking him one evening how long it was till the post went out;and on being told about half an hour,he exclaimed,'then we shall do very well.'He upon this instantly sat down and finished an Idler,which it was necessary should be in London the next day.Mr.
Langton having signified a wish to read it,'Sir,(said he)you shall not do more than I have done myself.'He then folded it up and sent it off.
1759:AETAT.50.]--In 1759,in the month of January,his mother died at the great age of ninety,an event which deeply affected him;not that 'his mind had acquired no firmness by the contemplation of mortality;'but that his reverential affection for her was not abated by years,as indeed he retained all his tender feelings even to the latest period of his life.I have been told that he regretted much his not having gone to visit his mother for several years,previous to her death.But he was constantly engaged in literary labours which confined him to London;and though he had not the comfort of seeing his aged parent,he contributed liberally to her support.
Soon after this event,he wrote his Rasselas,Prince of Abyssinia;concerning the publication of which Sir John Hawkins guesses vaguely and idly,instead of having taken the trouble to inform himself with authentick precision.Not to trouble my readers with a repetition of the Knight's reveries,I have to mention,that the late Mr.Strahan the printer told me,that Johnson wrote it,that with the profits he might defray the expence of his mother's funeral,and pay some little debts which she had left.He told Sir Joshua Reynolds that he composed it in the evenings of one week,sent it to the press in portions as it was written,and had never since read it over.Mr.Strahan,Mr.Johnston,and Mr.Dodsley purchased it for a hundred pounds,but afterwards paid him twenty-five pounds more,when it came to a second edition.
Voltaire's Candide,written to refute the system of Optimism,which it has accomplished with brilliant success,is wonderfully similar in its plan and conduct to Johnson's Rasselas;insomuch,that Ihave heard Johnson say,that if they had not been published so closely one after the other that there was not time for imitation,it would have been in vain to deny that the scheme of that which came latest was taken from the other.Though the proposition illustrated by both these works was the same,namely,that in our present state there is more evil than good,the intention of the writers was very different.Voltaire,I am afraid,meant only by wanton profaneness to obtain a sportive victory over religion,and to discredit the belief of a superintending Providence;Johnson meant,by shewing the unsatisfactory nature of things temporal,to direct the hopes of man to things eternal.Rasselas,as was observed to me by a very accomplished lady,may be considered as a more enlarged and more deeply philosophical discourse in prose,upon the interesting truth,which in his Vanity of Human Wishes he had so successfully enforced in verse.
I would ascribe to this year the following letter to a son of one of his early friends at Lichfield,Mr.Joseph Simpson,Barrister,and authour of a tract entitled Reflections on the Study of the Law.
'TO JOSEPH SIMPSON,ESQ.
'DEAR SIR,--Your father's inexorability not only grieves but amazes me:he is your father;he was always accounted a wise man;nor do Iremember any thing to the disadvantage of his good-nature;but in his refusal to assist you there is neither good-nature,fatherhood,nor wisdom.It is the practice of good-nature to overlook faults which have already,by the consequences,punished the delinquent.
It is natural for a father to think more favourably than others of his children;and it is always wise to give assistance while a little help will prevent the necessity of greater.
