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of what was rightb. At this school he did not receive so much benefit as was expected. It has been said, that he acted in the capacity of an assistant to Mr. Wentworth, in teaching the younger boys. “ Mr. Wentworth," he told was a very

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man, but an idle man, and to me very severe; but I cannot blame him much. I was then a big boy; he saw I did not reverence him ; and that he should get no honour by me. I had brought enough with me, to carry me through; and all I should get at his school would be ascribed to my own labour, or to my former master. Yet he taught me a great deal.”

He thus discriminated to Dr. Percy, bishop of Dromore, his progress at his two grammar schools : “ At one, I learned much in the school, but little from the master; in the other, I learned much from the master, but little in the school.”

The bishop also informs me, that “ Dr. Johnson's father, before he was received at Stourbridge, applied to have him admitted as a scholar and assistant to the rev. Samuel Lea, M. A. head master of Newport school, in Shropshire; a very diligent good teacher, at that time in high reputation, under whom Mr. Hollis is said, in the memoirs of his life, to have been also educated. This application to Mr. Lea was not successful; but Johnson had afterwards the gratification to hear that the old gentleman, who lived to a very advanced age, mentioned it as one of the most memorable events of his life," that he was very near having that great man for a scholar.”

He remained at Stourbridge little more than a year, and then he returned home, where he may be said to have loitered, for two years, in a state very unworthy his uncommon abilities. He had already given several proofs of his poetical genius, both in his school exercises and in other occasional compositions. Of these I have obtained a considerable collection, by the favour of Mr. Wentworth, son of one of his masters, and of Mr. Hector, his schoolfellow and friend; from which I select the following specimens:

vial merriment to the voluptuous and dissolute, might have enabled him to excel among the virtuous and the wise. Life of Fenton. Ed.

b He is said to be the original of the parson in Hogarth's Modern Midnight Conversation. Sir John Hawkins communicated to Mr. Nichols that the original of the parson was orator Henley. Nichols' Works of Hogarth, 4to. vol. i.

p. 110.

© As was likewise the bishop of Dromore many years afterwards.-BOSWELL.

Translation of Virgil. Pastoral I.

Melibæus.
Now, Tityrus, you, supine and careless laid,
Play on your pipe beneath this beechen shade;
While wretched we about the world must roam,
And leave our pleasing fields and native home,
Here at your ease you sing your amorous flame,
And the wood rings with Amarillis' name.

Tityrus.
Those blessings, friend, a deity bestow'd,
For I shall never think him less than god ;
Oft on his altar shall my firstlings lie,
Their blood the consecrated stones shall dye:
He gave my flocks to graze the flowery meads,
And me to tune at ease th’ unequal reeds.

Melibous.

My admiration only I exprest,
(No spark of envy harbours in my breast,)
That, when confusion o'er the country reigns,
To

you alone this happy state remains.
Here I, though faint myself, must drive my goats,
Far from their ancient fields and humble cots.
This scarce I lead, who left on yonder rock
Two tender kids, the hopes of all the flock.
Had we not been perverse and careless grown,
This dire event by omens was foreshown ;
Our trees were blasted by the thunder stroke,
And left-hand crows, from an old hollow oak,
Foretold the coming evil by their dismal croak.

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Translation of Horace. Book I. Ode xxii.

The man, my friend, whose conscious heart

With virtue's sacred ardour glows,
Nor taints with death the envenom’d dart,

Nor needs the guard of Moorish bows :

Though Scythia's icy cliffs he treads,

Or horrid Africk's faithless sands, Or where the fam'd Hydaspes spreads

His liquid wealth o'er barbarous lands.

For while by Chloe's image charm'd,

Too far in Sabine woods I stray'd ; Me singing, careless and unarm’d,

A grizzly wolf surprised, and fled:

No savage more portentous stain'd

Apulia's spacious wilds with gore ; No fiercer Juba's thirsty land,

Dire nurse of raging lions, bore.

Place me where no soft summer gale

Among the quivering branches sighs; Where clouds condens'd for ever veil

With horrid gloom the frowning skies :

Place me beneath the burning line,

A clime denied to human race; I'll sing of Chloe's charms divine,

Her heav'nly voice, and beauteous face.

Translation of Horace. Book II. Ode ix.

Clouds do not always veil the skies,

Nor showers immerse the verdant plain; Nor do the billows always rise,

Or storms afflict the ruffled main :

Nor, Valgius, on th’ Armenian shores

Do the chain'd waters always freeze ;
Not always furious Boreas roars,

Or bends with violent force the trees.

But you are ever drown'd in tears,

For Mystes dead you ever mourn ;
No setting Sol can ease your care,

But finds you sad at his return.

The wise experienc'd Grecian sage

Mourn'd not Antilochus so long;
Nor did king Priam's hoary age

So much lament his slaughter'd son.

Leave off, at length, these woman's sighs,

Augustus' numerous trophies sing;
Repeat that prince's victories,

To whom all nations tribute bring.

Niphates rolls an humbler wave,

At length the undaunted Scythian yields,
Content to live the Roman's slave,

And scarce forsakes his native fields.

Translation of part of the dialogue between Hector and An

dromache; from the sixth book of Homer's Iliad.
SHE ceas'd; then godlike Hector answer'd kind,
His various plumage sporting in the wind:
That post, and all the rest, shall be my care ;
But shall I, then, forsake the unfinished war?
How would the Trojans brand great Hector's name!
And one base action sully all my fame,
Acquir'd by wounds and battles bravely fought !
Oh! how my soul abhors so mean a thought.
Long since I learn'd to slight this fleeting breath,
And view with cheerful eyes approaching death.
The inexorable sisters have decreed
That Priam's house, and Priam's self shall bleed:
The day will come, in which proud Troy shall yield,
And spread its smoking ruins o'er the field.

Yet Hecuba's nor Priam's hoary age,
Whose blood shall quench some Grecian's thirsty rage,
Nor my brave brothers, that have bit the ground,
Their souls dismiss'd through many a ghastly wound,
Can in my bosom half that grief create,
As the sad thought of your impending fate:
When some proud Grecian dame shall tasks impose,
Mimick your tears, and ridicule your woes;
Beneath Hyperia's waters shall you sweat,
And, fainting, scarce support the liquid weight:
Then shall some Argive loud insulting cry,
Behold the wife of Hector, guard of Troy !
Tears, at my name, shall drown those beauteous eyes,
And that fair bosom heave with rising sighs !
Before that day, by some brave hero's hand,
May I lie slain, and spurn the bloody sand.

To a Young Lady on her Birth Day d.

This tributary verse receive, my fair,
Warm with an ardent lover's fondest pray’r.
May this returning day for ever find
Thy form more lovely, more adorn’d thy mind;
All pains, all cares, may favouring heav'n remove,
All but the sweet solicitudes of love !
May powerful nature join with grateful art
To point each glance, and force it to the heart !
O then, when conquered crowds confess thy sway,
When ev'n proud wealth and prouder wit obey,
My fair, be mindful of the mighty trust,
Alas ! 'tis hard for beauty to be just.
Those sovereign charms with strictest care employ ;
Nor give the generous pain, the worthless joy :
With his own form acquaint the forward fool,
Shown in the faithful glass of ridicule;
Teach mimick censure her own faults to find,
No more let coquettes to themselves be blind,
So shall Belinda's charms improve mankind.

• Mr. Hector informs me, that this was made almost impromptu, in his presence.-BOSWELL.

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