anecdotes of the late samuel johnson-第35章
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gher moment he once observed； when speaking on the subject of sudden innovation； 〃He who plants a forest may doubtless cut
down a hedge； yet I could wish； methinks； that even he would wait till he sees his young plants grow。〃
With regard to common occurrences； Mr。 Johnson had； when I first knew him； looked on the still…shifting scenes of life till he was weary； for as a mind slow in its own nature； or unenlivened by information； will contentedly read in the same book for twenty times； perhaps； the very act of reading it being more than half the business； and every period being at every reading better understood； while a mind more active or more skilful to comprehend its meaning is made sincerely sick at the second perusal； so a soul like his； acute to discern the truth； vigorous to embrace； and powerful to retain it； soon sees enough of the world's dull prospect； which at first； like that of the sea； pleases by its extent； but soon； like that； too； fatigues from its uniformity； a calm and a storm being the only variations that the nature of either will admit。
Of Mr。 Johnson's erudition the world has been the judge； and we who produce each a score of his sayings； as proofs of that wit which in him was inexhaustible； resemble travellers who； having visited Delhi or Golconda； bring home each a handful of Oriental pearl to evince the riches of the Great Mogul。 May the public condescend to accept my ILL…STRUNG selection with patience at least； remembering only that they are relics of him who was great on all occasions； and； like a cube in architecture； you beheld him on each side； and his size still appeared undiminished。
As his purse was ever open to almsgiving； so was his heart tender to those who wanted relief； and his soul susceptible of gratitude； and of every kind impression： yet though he had refined his sensibility he had not endangered his quiet； by encouraging in himself a solicitude about trifles； which he treated with the contempt they deserve。
It was well enough known before these sheets were published； that Mr。 Johnson had a roughness in his manner which subdued the saucy； and terrified the meek； this was； when I knew him； the prominent part of a character which few durst venture to approach so nearly； and which was for that reason in many respects grossly and frequently mistaken； and it was perhaps peculiar to him； that the lofty consciousness of his own superiority which animated his looks； and raised his voice in conversation； cast likewise an impenetrable veil over him when he said nothing。 His talk； therefore； had commonly the complexion of arrogance； his silence of superciliousness。 He was； however； seldom inclined to be silent when any moral or literary question was started； and it was on such occasions that； like the sage in 〃Rasselas；〃 he spoke； and attention watched his lips； he reasoned； and conviction closed his periods； if poetry was talked of； his quotations were the readiest； and had he not been eminent for more solid and brilliant qualities； mankind would have united to extol his extraordinary memory。 His manner of repeating deserves to be described； though at the same time it defeats all power of description； but whoever once heard him repeat an ode of Horace would be long before they could endure to hear it repeated by another。
His equity in giving the character of living acquaintance ought not undoubtedly to be omitted in his own； whence partiality and prejudice were totally excluded； and truth alone presided in his tongue； a steadiness of conduct the more to be commended； as no man had stronger likings or aversions。 His veracity was； indeed； from the most trivial to the most solemn occasions； strict； even to severity； he scorned to embellish a story with fictitious circumstances； which； he used to say； took off from its real value。 〃A story；〃 says Johnson； 〃should be a specimen of life and manners； but if the surrounding circumstances are false； as it is no more a representation of reality； it is no longer worthy our attention。〃
For the restthat beneficence which during his life increased the comforts of so many may after his death be； perhaps； ungratefully forgotten； but that piety which dictated the serious papers in the 〃Rambler〃 will be for ever remembered； for ever； I think； revered。 That ample repository of religious truth； moral wisdom； and accurate criticism； breathes； indeed； the genuine emanations of its great author's mind； expressed； too； in a style so natural to him； and so much like his common mode of conversing； that I was myself but little astonished when he told me that he had scarcely read over one of those inimitable essays before they went to the press。
I will add one or two peculiarities more before I lay down my pen。 Though at an immeasurable distance from content in the contemplation of his own uncouth form and figure； he did not like another man much the less for being a coxcomb。 I mentioned two friends who were particularly fond of looking at themselves in a glass。 〃They do not surprise me at all by so doing；〃 said Johnson； 〃they see； reflected in that glass； men who have risen from almost the lowest situations in life； one to enormous riches； the other to everything this world can giverank； fame； and fortune。 They see； likewise； men who have merited their advancement by the exertion and improvement of those talents which God had given them； and I see not why they should avoid the mirror。〃
The other singularity I promised to record is this： That though a man of obscure birth himself； his partiality to people of family was visible on every occasion； his zeal for subordination warm even to bigotry； his hatred to innovation； and reverence for the old feudal times； apparent； whenever any possible manner of showing them occurred。 I have spoken of his piety； his charity； and his truth； the enlargement of his heart； and the delicacy of his sentiments； and when I search for shadow to my portrait； none can I find but what was formed by pride； differently modified as different occasions showed it； yet never was pride so purified as Johnson's； at once from meanness and from vanity。 The mind of this man was； indeed； expanded beyond the common limits of human nature； and stored with such variety of knowledge； that I used to think it resembled a royal pleasure ground； where every plant； of every name and nation； flourished in the full perfection of their powers； and where； though lofty woods and falling cataracts first caught the eye； and fixed the earliest attention of beholders； yet neither the trim parterre nor the pleasing shrubbery； nor even the antiquated evergreens； were denied a place in some fit corner of the happy valley。
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