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While Sir Alexander Gordon conducted Dr. Johnson to old Aberdeen, Professor Gordon and I called on Mr. Riddoch, whom I found to be a grave worthy clergyman. He observed, that whatever might be said of Dr. Johnson while he was alive, he would, after he was dead, be looked upon by the world with regard and astonishment, on account of his Dictionary.

Professor Gordon and I walked over to the Old College, which Dr. Johnson had seen by this time. I stepped into the chapel, and looked at the tomb of the founder, Archbishop Elphinston, of whom I shall have occasion to write in my History of James IV, of Scotland, the patron of my family.

We dined at Sir Alexander Gordon's. The Provost, Professor Ross, Professor Dunbar, Professor Thomas Gordon, were there. After dinner came in Dr. Gerard, Professor Leslie, Professor Macleod. We had little or no conversation in the morning; now we were. but barren. The professors seemed afraid to speak.

Dr. Gerard told us that an eminent printer was very intimate with Warburton.-Johnson. 66 "Why, sir, he has printed some of his works, and perhaps bought the property of some of them. The intimacy is such as one of the professors here may have with one of the carpenters who is repairing the college."—" But, (said Gerard,) I saw a letter from him to this printer, in which he says, that the one half of the clergy of the church of Scotland are fanaticks, and the other half infidels."Johnson. "Warburton has accustomed himself to write letters just as he speaks, without thinking any more of what he throws out. When I read Warburton first, and observed his force, and his contempt of mankind, I thought he had driven the world before him; but I

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soon found that was not the case; for Warburton, by extending his abuse, rendered it ineffectual."

He told me, when we were by ourselves, that he thought it very wrong in the printer, to shew Warburton's letter, as it was raising a body of enemies against him. He thought it foolish in Warburton to write so to the printer; and added, “Sir, the worst way of being intimate, is by scribbling." He called Warburton's "Doctrine of Grace" a poor performance, and so he said was Wesley's Answer. "Warburton, he observed had laid himself very open. In particular, he was weak enough to say, that, in some disorders of the imagination, people had spoken with tongues, had spoken languages which they never knew before; a thing as absurd as to say, that in some disorders of the imagination, people had been known to fly."

I talked of the difference of genius, to try if I could engage Gerard in a disquisition with Dr. Johnson, but I did not succeed. I mentioned as a curious fact, that Lock had written verses.-Johnson. "I know of none, sir, but a kind of exercise prefixed to Dr. Sydenham's Works, in which he has some conceits about the dropsy, in which water and burning are united; and how Dr. Sydenham removed fire by drawing off water, contrary to the usual practice, which is to extinguish fire by bringing water upon it.—I am not sure that there is a word of all this; but it is such kind of talk."*

* All this, as Dr. Johnson suspected at the time, was the immediate invention of his own lively imagination, for there is not one word of it in Mr. Lock's complimentary performance. My readers will, I have no doubt, like to be satisfied, by comparing them; and, at any rate, it may entertain to read verses composed by our great metaphysician, when a Bachelor in Physick.

AUCTORI, IN TRACTATUM EJUS DE FEBRIBUS.

Febrilus astus, victumque ardoribus orbem
Flevit, non tantis par Medicina malis.

We spoke of Fingal. Dr. Johnson said calmly, "If the poems were really translated, they were certainly

Nam post mille artes, medica tentamina curæ,
Ardet adhuc Febris; nec velit arte regi.

Præda sumus flammis; solum hoc speramus ab igne,
Ut restet paucus, quem capit urna, cinis.
Dum quærit medicus febris caussamque, modumque,
Flammarum & tenebras, & sine luce faces;
Quas tractat patitur flammas, & febre calescens,
Corruit ipse suis victima rapta focis.

Qui tardos potuit morbos, artusque trementes,
Sistere, febrili se videt igne rapi.

Sic faber exesos fulcit tibicine muros;

Dum trahit antiquas lenta ruina domos,
Sed si flamma vorax miseras incenderit ædes,
Unica flagrantes tunc sepelire salus.

Fit fuga, tectonicas nemo tunc invocat artes;
Cum perit artificis non minus usta domus.
Se tandem Sydenham febrisque Scholæque furori
Opponens, morbi quærit, & artis opem.
Non temere incusat tectæ putedinis ignes;

Nec fictus. febres qui fovet, humor erit.
Non bilem ille movet, nulla hic pituita; Salutis
Que spes, si fallax ardeat intus aqua?
Nec doctas magno rixas ostentat hiatu,

Quis ipsis major febribus ardor inest.
Innocuas placide corpus jubet urere flammas,
Et justo rapidos temperat igne focos.
Quid febrim exstinguat, varius quid postulat usus,
Solari ægrotos, qua potes arte, docet.
Hactenus ipsa suum timuit Natura calorem,
Dum sæpe incerto, quo calet, igne perit:
Dum reparat tacitos male provida sanguinis ignes,
Prælusit busto, fit calor iste rogus.
Fam secura suas foveant præcordia flammas,
Quem Natura negat, dat Medicina modum.
Nec solum faciles compescit sanguinis æstus,

Dum dubia est inter spemque metumque salus;
Sed fatale malum domuit, quodque astra malignum
Credimus, iratam vel genuisse Stygem.
Extorfit Lachesi cultros, Pestique venenum
Abstulit, tantos non sinit esse metus.
Quis tandem arte nova domitam mitescere Pestem
Credat, & antiquas ponere posse minas?

first written down. Let Mr. Macpherson deposite the manuscript in one of the colleges at Aberdeen, where there are people who can judge; and, if the professors certify the authenticity, then there will be an end of the controversy. If he does not take this obvious and easy method, he gives the best reason to doubt; considering too, how much is against it à priori.

We sauntered after dinner in Sir Alexander's garden, and saw his little grotto, which is hung with pieces of poetry written in a fair hand. It was agreeable to observe the contentment and kindness of this quiet, benevolent man. Professor Macleod was brother to Macleod of Talisker, and brother-in-law to the Laird of Col. He gave me a letter to young Col. I was weary of this day, and began to think wishfully of being again in motion. I was uneasy to think myself too fastidious, whilst I fancied Dr. Johnson quite satisfied. But he owned to me that he was fatigued and teased by Sir Alexander's doing too much to entertain him. I said, it was all kindness.-Johnson. True, sir: but sensation is sensation."-Boswell. "It is so we feel pain equally from the surgeon's probe, as from the sword of the foe."

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We visited two booksellers' shops, and could not find Arthur Johnston's Poems. We went and sat near an hour

Post tot mille neces, cumulataque funera busto,
Victa jacet, parvo vulnere, dira Lues.
Etheria quanquam spargunt contagia flamma,
Quicquid inest istis ignibus, ignis erit.
Delapse cælo flammæ licet acrius urant,

Has gelida exstingui nom nisi morte putas?
Tu meliora paras victrix Medicina; tuusque,
Pestis quæ superat cuncta, triumphus eris.
Vive liber, victis febrilibus ignibus; unus

Te simul & mundum qui manet, ignis erit.

J. LOCK, A. M. Ex. Aede Christi, Oxon.

at Mr. Riddoch's. He could not tell distinctly how much education at the college here costs, which disgusted Dr. Johnson. I had pledged myself that we should go to the inn, and not stay supper. They pressed us, but he was resolute. I saw Mr. Riddoch did not please him. He said to me, afterwards, "Sir, he has no vigour in his talk." But my friend should have considered that he himself was not in good humour; so that it was not easy to talk to his satisfaction.-We sat contentedly at our inn. He then became merry, and observed how little we had either heard or said at Aberdeen That the Aberdonians had not started a single mawkin (the Scottish word for hare) for us to pursue.

Tuesday, 24th August.

We set out about eight in the morning, and breakfasted at Ellon. The landlady said to me, “Is not this the great Doctor, that is going about through the country?"—I said, "Yes."-" Ay, (said she,) we heard of him, I made an errand into the room on purpose to see him. There's something great in his appearance: it is a pleasure to have such a man in one's house; a man who does so much good. If I had thought of it, I would have shewn him a child of mine, who has had a lump on his throat for some time.”—“ But, (said I,) he is not a doctor of physick.”—“Is he an oculist ?” said the landlord.—“No, (said I,) he is only a very learned man."—Landlord. "They say he is the greatest man in England, except Lord Mansfield." -Dr. Johnson was highly entertained with this, and I do think he was pleased too. He said, "I like the exception; to have called me the greatest man in England, would have been an unmeaning compliment: but

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