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PREFACE.

HAVE somewhere heard or read, that the Preface before a book, like the portico before a house, should be contrived, so as to catch, but not detain the attention of those who defire admiffion to the family within, or leave to look over the collection of pictures made by one whose opportunities of obtaining them we know to have been not unfrequent. I wish not to keep my readers long from fuch intimacy with the manners of Dr. Johnson, or fuch knowledge of his sentiments as these pages can convey. To urge my distance from England as an excuse for the book's being ill written, would be ridiculous; it might indeed serve as a just reason for

my having written it at all; because, though others may print the fame aphorifms and stories, I cannot here be sure that they have done so. As the Duke says however to the Weaver, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, "Never excuse; if your play be a bad one, keep at least the excuses to yourself."

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I am aware that many will fay, I have not spoken highly enough of Dr. Johnfon; but it will be difficult for those who say fo, to speak more highly. If I have described his manners as they were, I have been careful to shew his fuperiority to the common forms of common life. It is furely no difpraise to an oak that it does not bear jeffamine; and he who should plant honeysuckle round Trajan's column, would not be thought to adorn, but to disgrace it.

When I have faid, that he was more a man of genius than of learning, I mean not to take from the one part of his character that which I willingly give to the other. The erudition of Mr. Johnfon proved his genius; for he had not acquired it by long or profound study: nor can I think those characters the greatest which have most learning driven into their heads, any more than I can perfuade myself to consider the river Jenifca as fuperior to the Nile, because the first receives near seventy tributary streams in the course of its unmarked progress to the fea, while the great parent of African plenty, flowing from an almost invisible fource, and unenriched by any extraneous waters, except eleven nameless rivers, pours his majestic torrent into the ocean by seven celebrated mouths.

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