I complained to him that I had not yet acquired much knowledge,and asked his advice as to my studies.He said,'Don't talk of study now.I will give you a plan;but it will require some time to consider of it.''It is very good in you (I replied,)to allow me to be with you thus.Had it been foretold to me some years ago that I should pass an evening with the authour of The Rambler,how should I have exulted!'What I then expressed,was sincerely from the heart.He was satisfied that it was,and cordially answered,'Sir,I am glad we have met.I hope we shall pass many evenings and mornings too,together.'We finished a couple of bottles of port,and sat till between one and two in the morning.
As Dr.Oliver Goldsmith will frequently appear in this narrative,Ishall endeavour to make my readers in some degree acquainted with his singular character.He was a native of Ireland,and a contemporary with Mr.Burke at Trinity College,Dublin,but did not then give much promise of future celebrity.He,however,observed to Mr.Malone,that 'though he made no great figure in mathematicks,which was a study in much repute there,he could turn an Ode of Horace into English better than any of them.'He afterwards studied physick at Edinburgh,and upon the Continent;and I have been informed,was enabled to pursue his travels on foot,partly by demanding at Universities to enter the lists as a disputant,by which,according to the custom of many of them,he was entitled to the premium of a crown,when luckily for him his challenge was not accepted;so that,as I once observed to Dr.
Johnson,he DISPUTED his passage through Europe.He then came to England,and was employed successively in the capacities of an usher to an academy,a corrector of the press,a reviewer,and a writer for a news-paper.He had sagacity enough to cultivate assiduously the acquaintance of Johnson,and his faculties were gradually enlarged by the contemplation of such a model.To me and many others it appeared that he studiously copied the manner of Johnson,though,indeed,upon a smaller scale.
At this time I think he had published nothing with his name,though it was pretty generally known that one Dr.Goldsmith was the authour of An Enquiry into the present State of polite Learning in Europe,and of The Citizen of the World,a series of letters supposed to be written from London by a Chinese.No man had the art of displaying with more advantage as a writer,whatever literary acquisitions he made.'Nihil quod tetigit non ornavit.'
His mind resembled a fertile,but thin soil.There was a quick,but not a strong vegetation,of whatever chanced to be thrown upon it.No deep root could be struck.The oak of the forest did not grow there;but the elegant shrubbery and the fragrant parterre appeared in gay succession.It has been generally circulated and believed that he was a mere fool in conversation;but,in truth,this has been greatly exaggerated.He had,no doubt,a more than common share of that hurry of ideas which we often find in his countrymen,and which sometimes produces a laughable confusion in expressing them.He was very much what the French call un etourdi,and from vanity and an eager desire of being conspicuous wherever he was,he frequently talked carelessly without knowledge of the subject,or even without thought.His person was short,his countenance coarse and vulgar,his deportment that of a scholar aukwardly affecting the easy gentleman.Those who were in any way distinguished,excited envy in him to so ridiculous an excess,that the instances of it are hardly credible.When accompanying two beautiful young ladieswith their mother on a tour in France,he was seriously angry that more attention was paid to them than to him;and once at the exhibition of the Fantoccini in London,when those who sat next him observed with what dexterity a puppet was made to toss a pike,he could not bear that it should have such praise,and exclaimed with some warmth,'Pshaw!I can do it better myself.'
These were the Misses Horneck,known otherwise as 'Little Comedy'
and 'The Jessamy Bride.'--ED.
He boasted to me at this time of the power of his pen in commanding money,which I believe was true in a certain degree,though in the instance he gave he was by no means correct.He told me that he had sold a novel for four hundred pounds.This was his Vicar of Wakefield.But Johnson informed me,that he had made the bargain for Goldsmith,and the price was sixty pounds.'And,Sir,(said he,)a sufficient price too,when it was sold;for then the fame of Goldsmith had not been elevated,as it afterwards was,by his Traveller;and the bookseller had such faint hopes of profit by his bargain,that he kept the manu by him a long time,and did not publish it till after The Traveller had appeared.Then,to be sure,it was accidentally worth more money.
Mrs.Piozzi and Sir John Hawkins have strangely misstated the history of Goldsmith's situation and Johnson's friendly interference,when this novel was sold.I shall give it authentically from Johnson's own exact narration:--'I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress,and as it was not in his power to come to me,begging that I would come to him as soon as possible.I sent him a guinea,and promised to come to him directly.I accordingly went as soon as I was drest,and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent,at which he was in a violent passion.I perceived that he had already changed my guinea,and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.I put the cork into the bottle,desired he would be calm,and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated.He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press,which he produced to me.I looked into it,and saw its merit;told the landlady I should soon return,and having gone to a bookseller,sold it for sixty pounds.I brought Goldsmith the money,and he discharged his rent,not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.'
