LOVE AFFAIRS LITERARY CLUB. 1766-73

’How happy could I be with either, Were t’other dear charmer away.’ GAY.

‘Love,’ wrote Madame de Stael, ’is with man a thing apart, ’tis woman’s whole existence.’ This is not true at least of Boswell, for his love affairs fill as large a part in his life as in that of Benjamin Constant. A most confused chapter withal, and one that luckily was not known to Macaulay, whose colours would otherwise have been more brilliant. We find Bozzy paying his addresses at one and the same time to at least eight ladies, exclusive as this is of sundry minor divinities of a fleeting and more temporary nature not calling here for allusion. His first divinity was the grass-widow of Moffat, and here Temple had been compelled to remonstrate in spite of all the lover’s philandering about her freedom from her husband, who had used her ill. Were she unfaithful, he declares her worthy to be ’pierced with a Corsican dagger,’ but in March he has found it too much like a ’settled plan of licentiousness,’ discovering her to be an ill-bred rompish girl, debasing his dignity, without refinement, though handsome and lively. Then there is the quarrel and the reconciliation, she vowing she loved him more than ever she had done her husband, but meeting with opposition from his brother David and others, who furnished the love-sick heart of her adorer with examples of her faithlessness such as made him recoil. He vows now his frailties are at an end, and he resolves to turn out an admirable member of society. He had broken with her as with the gardener’s daughter a year ago an everlasting lesson to him.

By March 1767 the reigning favourite was Miss Bosville of Yorkshire. But his lot being cast in Scotland would be an objection to the beauty; then we hear of a young lady in the vicinity of whose claims Lord Auchinleck approved, because their lands lay happily together for family extension. She was just eighteen, pious, good-tempered and genteel, and for four days she had been on a visit to ‘the romantick groves’ of his ancestors, when suddenly the scene is changed for the Sienese signora of whom we heard upon his travels. ‘My Italian angel,’ he cries, ’is constant; I had a letter from her but a few days ago, which made me cry.’ He conjures his friend Temple to come to him, and ’on that Arthur Seat where our youthful fancies roved abroad shall we take counsel together.’ The local divinity we learn is Miss Blair of Adamtown; he has been drinking her health, and aberrations from sobriety and virtue have ensued, but he thought things would be brought to a climax were Temple to visit her. A long letter of commission follows, the envoy is instructed to appear as his old friend, praising him to Miss Blair for his good qualities. Temple is adjured to dwell upon his odd, inconstant, impetuous nature, how he is accustomed to women of intrigue, and he is to ask of the fair one if she does not think there is insanity in the Boswell family. She is to hear of his travels, his acquaintance with foreign princes, Voltaire and Rousseau, his desire to have a house of his own; and then he diverges into practicality when he desires his friend to ‘study the mother,’ and take notes of all that passed, as it might have the effect of fixing the fate of the lover. Temple, it may be imagined, did not interpret his commission in such a literal spirit, and inconstancy and insanity could hardly be recommendations in Miss Blair’s eyes. That such should be the case, outside the confessions of Mr Rochester in Jane Eyre, would appear to the commissioner an obvious fact.

A silence followed on Temple’s departure from the divinity. Boswell dreaded a certain nabob, ‘a man of copper,’ as his rival. Then he believed the fair offended by his own Spanish stateliness and gravity; and again a letter, ‘written with all the warmth of Italian affection,’ restores the signora to the first place, from which she is deposed by a note from Miss Blair, explaining that his letter had been delayed a week at the Ayr post-office. Then fresh ravings, clouded by the belief that she is cunning and sees his weakness, for three people at Ayr have assured him she is a jilt, and he is shocked at the risk he has run, a warning for the future to him against ’indulging the least fondness for a Scotch lass.’ He has, he feels, a soul of a more Southern frame, and some Englishwoman ought to be sensible of his merit, though the Dutch translator of his Tour, Mademoiselle de Zuyl, has been writing to him. Random talking is his dread, he must guard against it, and Miss Blair revives. ‘I must have her learn the harpsichord,’ he cries, ’and French; she shall be one of the finest women in the island.’ Later on they have had a long meeting, of which space only prevents the inimitable reproduction, ’squeezing and kissing her fine hand, while she looked at me with those beautiful black eyes.’ He meets her at the house of Lord Kames, he sees her at Othello she was in tears at the affecting scenes, and ‘rather leaned’ to him (he thought), and ’the jealous Moor described my own soul.’ But true love did never yet run smooth; he has been ’as wild as ever. Trust me in time coming; I will give you my word of honour.’ Then curious psychological trait ’to-morrow I shall be happy with my devotions.’

By the beginning of 1768 he fears all is over. A rumour a false one as it proved had reached him that the divinity was to be married to Sir Alexander Gilmour, M.P. for Midlothian. He gets friendly with the nabob, warms him with old claret, and bewails with him their hapless devotion. They agree to propose in turn, and, being in turn rejected, he feels sure that ‘a Howard, or some other of the noblest in the kingdom’ is to be his fate. The Dutch translator again holds the field, to be soon dismissed for her frivolity and her infidelity. Then Miss Dick of Prestonfield reigns with solid qualifications she lacks a fortune, but is fine, young, healthy, and amiable. A visit to Holland, to finally decide on the Mademoiselle’s claims, was proposed, but his father, warned in time, would not consent. Temple, too, was against this, and ‘Temple thou reasonest well,’ he cries, and thinks his abnegation will be a solace to his worthy father on his circuit. Freed now from Miss Blair and the Dutch divinity, he is devoted to la belle Irlandaise, ‘just sixteen, with the sweetest countenance and a Dublin education.’ Never till now had he been so truly in love; every flower is united, and she is a rose without a thorn. Her name ‘Mary Anne’ he has carved upon a tree, and cutting off a lock of her hair she had promised Bozzy not to marry a lord before March, or forget him. ‘Sixteen,’ he says; ’innocence and gaiety make me quite a Sicilian swain.’

His book had dissipated his professional energies, and he had even taken to gaming. Incidentally we learn that he had lost more than he could pay, and that Mr Sheridan had advanced enough to clear him, on a promise that he should not engage in play for three years. Mary Anne has added to his complications by her forgetfulness, and the local candidate Miss Blair reappears. Favoured as she was by his father, it would have been easy to bring things to a climax, but on her mother’s part there was some not unnatural coldness over his indiscreet talk about his love of the heiress. Bozzy was a convivial knight-errant in what was called ‘Saving the ladies.’ At clubs and gatherings any member would toast his idol in a bumper, and then another champion would enter his peerless Dulcinea in two bumpers, to be routed by the original toper taking off four. The deepest drinker ‘saved his lady,’ as the phrase ran; though, says George Thomson speaking of the old concerts in St Cecilia’s Hall, at the foot of Niddry’s Wynd, which were maintained by noblemen and gentlemen, the bold champion had often considerable difficulty in saving himself from the floor, in his efforts to regain his seat! Miss Burnet of Monboddo, celebrated by Burns, and Miss Betty Home, he describes as the reigning beauties of the time deeply involved in thus causing the fall of man. Boswell was not behind, and he ascribes his aberrations to the ‘drinking habit which still prevails in Scotland,’ renewing good intentions, only to be broken in the same letter that reveals the Moffat lady again, ’like a girl of eighteen, with the finest black hair,’ whom he loves so much that he is in a fever. ‘This,’ he adds truly enough, ‘is unworthy of Paoli’s friend.’

The May of 1769 saw him in Ireland, where his relations in County Down secured his entry into the best society. A dispatch to the Public Advertizer, of July 7th, informed the public that ’James Boswell, Esq., dined with His Grace the Duke of Leinster at his seat at Carton. He went by special invitation to meet the Lord Lieutenant; came next morning with his Excellency to the Phoenix Park, where he was present at a review of Sir Joseph Yorke’s dragoons; he dined with the Lord Mayor, and is now set out on his return to Scotland.’ The belle Irlandaise had forgotten him, but it is to this occasion that we may refer some verses that were published by his son Sir Alexander. Chambers thinks they refer to his cousin, but the general belief tends in the direction of the notorious Margaret Caroline Rudd, the associate in later years of the brothers Perreau, who were executed for forgery. In the Life of Johnson we find Boswell, in 1776, expressing to his companion a desire to be introduced to this person, so celebrated for her address and insinuation, and later on he is shewn, on his own confession, to have visited her, ’induced by the fame of her talents and irresistible power of fascination,’ and to have sent an account of this interview to his wife, but to have offered its perusal first, ’as it appeared to me highly entertaining,’ to Temple, who was indignant over it. It would appear, then, that Boswell did not reveal to Johnson his former flirtation with this notorious woman, but we think that the obvious marks of the brogue in the verses shew conclusively that either the feeling was imitative and based on an earlier Irish song, or that the verses were judged by Boswell’s son, not too devoted, as we shall find, to his father’s memory, to be free from offence.

’O Larghan Clanbrassil, how sweet is thy sound, To my tender remembrance as Love’s sacred ground; For there Marg’ret Caroline first charm’d my sight, And fill’d my young heart with a flutt’ring delight.

When I thought her my own, ah! too short seemed the day For a jaunt to Downpatrick, or a trip on the sea; To express what I felt, then all language was vain, ’Twas in truth what the poets have studied to feign.

But, too late, I found even she could deceive, And nothing was left but to sigh, weep, and rave; Distracted, I flew from my dear native shore, Resolved to see Larghan Clanbrassil no more.

Yet still in some moments enchanted I find A ray of her fondness beams soft on my mind; While thus in bless’d fancy my angel I see, All the world is a Larghan Clanbrassil to me.’

On this journey with Boswell there was a Margaret his own cousin, and it is curious to find him in this mood of sentimental philandering, were it no worse, when we have now to see Bozzy at the end of his love affairs. When his great work was completed in 1791, its author contributed to the European Magazine for May and June a little sketch of himself, in order to give a fillip to its circulation. There he describes jauntily his Irish tour, and after what we know of his erratic course, it is delightful to come across this sage chronicler of his dead wife, circulating testimonials to her excellences, to which no doubt he was oblivious in her lifetime. ‘They had,’ he writes, ’from their earliest years lived in the most intimate and unreserved friendship.’ His love of the fair sex has been already mentioned (he had quoted the song of ‘the Soapers’ in our first chapter), and she was the constant yet prudent and delicate confidante of all his ’égarements du coeur et de l’esprit.’ This we may doubt, and the gracefully allusive French quotation reminds us of Mr Pepys’ use of that language when his wife was in his mind. This jaunt was the occasion of Mr Boswell’s resolving at last to engage himself in that connection to which he had always declared himself averse. In short, he determined to become a married man. He requested her, with her excellent judgment and more sedate manners, to do him the favour of accepting him with all his faults, and though he assures his readers he had uniformly protested that a large fortune had been with him a requisite in the fair, he was yet ’willing to waive that in consideration of her peculiar merit!’

Hearts are caught in the rebound, and Bozzy had solaced his loss of the belle Irlandaise with the sympathy of his fellow-traveller. Having let his fancies roam so far abroad as Siena and Holland, the lover had now returned like the bird at evening to the nest from which it flew. She had no fortune, and ‘the penniless lass wi’ the lang pedigree,’ related as she was to the Eglintoun branch and other high families, had not in the eyes of his father the landed qualifications of Miss Blair, whose property lay so convenient for the extension of the Boswell acres. This may have been the cause of the paternal anger and the separate marriages on the same day. The wives of literary men have ever been a fruitful source of disquisition to the admirers of their heroes, and Terentia, Gemma Donati, and Anne Hathaway, have divided the biographers of Cicero, Dante, and Shakespeare. To us it seems that, like his father, she had much to bear, hampered by their domestic difficulties through her husband’s constant dependence on that father for his income, and eyed with undeserved suspicion by the judge and his second wife as a Mordecai in the gate, penniless and yet supposed to be the cause of Boswell’s pecuniary embarrassments and indiscretions. The marriage was deferred till after the Stratford Jubilee, and the newly married pair took up their house in Chessel’s Buildings in the Canongate. For a year and a half after his marriage his correspondence with Johnson underwent an entire cessation, and in the August of 1771 General Paoli made a tour in Scotland, which, for a time, called forth the best organizing abilities of his friend. From the London Magazine of the day, in an account contributed by our hero, we learn how Paoli had paid ’a visit to James Boswell, Esq., who was the first gentleman of this country who visited Corsica, and whose writings have made the brave islanders and their general properly known over Europe.’ Boswell waited on the exile and the Polish Ambassador at Ramsay’s Inn, at the foot of St Mary’s Wynd, visiting with them Linlithgow and Carron, ’where the general had a prodigious pleasure in viewing the forge where were formed the cannon and war-like stores’ sent to Corsica by his Scottish admirers. At Glasgow they were entertained by the professors, and saw ’the elegant printing of the Scottish Stephani, the Messrs Foulis,’ and no doubt their guide managed to remind their excellencies of a certain Tour in Corsica emanating thence. Auchinleck was visited to ’the joy of my worthy father and me at seeing the Corsican Hero in our romantick groves,’ as he tells Garrick, and on their return to Glasgow the freedom of the city was conferred on Paoli by Lord Provost Dunlop. At Edinburgh ’the general slept under the roof of his ever grateful friend.’ The whole forms a favourable specimen of Boswell’s organizing capacities, and viewed in relation to the friendly intercourse he is found maintaining with prominent and influential persons, our regret is but increased that in the interests of his wife and children his abilities were not exercised in a more strictly professional channel.

London he visited in the March of 1772 over an appeal to the Lords from the Court of Session. Johnson was now in good health, and was eager ’to see Beattie’s College.’ In the Scots Magazine for February 1773 there is mentioned a masked ball, attended by seventy persons of quality, given in Edinburgh by Sir Alexander Macdonald and his wife, Miss Bosville of Yorkshire, one of Boswell’s loves. Croker says that the masquerade for which he was rallied by Johnson was given by the Dowager Countess of Fife, and that Bozzy went as a dumb conjurer; but from the expression of the Magazine, ’an entertainment little known in this part of the Kingdom,’ coupled with the words employed by Johnson, there can be no doubt that Croker is wrong, and that the host on this occasion was the churlish chief, whose inhospitable ways they were to experience in Skye. He was now near the great honour of his life, admission to that Literary Club, of which, said Sir William Jones, ’I will only say that there is no branch of human knowledge on which some of our members are not capable of giving information.’ Never was honour better deserved or better repaid. Without his record the fame of that club would have passed away, surviving at best in some sort of hazy companionship with the Kit-Cat, Button’s, Will’s, and other clubs and assemblies. Never was there a club of which each member was better qualified to take care of his own fame with posterity. None of Johnson’s associates would have hesitated in declaring an extended date of renown for the Rambler; and perhaps he himself would have staked the reputation assured, as Cowper said, by the tears of bards and heroes in order to immortalize the dead, on his Rasselas or the Dictionary. Yet he and most members of that club, apart from the record of Boswell, would be but names to the literary antiquary, and be by the mass of readers entirely forgotten.

He had canvassed the members. Johnson wrote, on April 23rd, to Goldsmith, who was in the chair that evening, to consider Boswell as proposed by himself in his absence. On the night of the ballot, April 30th, Boswell dined at Beauclerk’s, where, after the company had gone to the club, he was left till the fate of his election should be announced. After Johnson had taken the thing in hand there was not much danger, yet poor Bozzy ’sat in a state of anxiety which even the charming conversation of Lady Di Beauclerk could not entirely dissipate.’ There he received the tidings of his election, and he hastened to the place of meeting. Burke he met that night for the first time, and on his entrance, Johnson, ’with humorous formality, gave me a charge, pointing out the conduct expected from me as a good member of the club.’ That charge we can believe Forster to be right in suspecting to be a caution against publishing abroad the proceedings and the talk of the members.

In the autumn of the year, as they drew near to Monboddo, Johnson, we should think with excessive rudeness, told him ’several of the members wished to keep you out. Burke told me, he doubted if you were fit for it: but, now you are in, none of them are sorry. Burke says, that you have so much good humour naturally, it is scarce a virtue.’ The faithful Bozzy replied, ’They were afraid of you, sir, as it was you who proposed me;’ and the doctor was prone to admit that if the one blackball necessary to exclude had been given, they knew they never would have got in another member. Yet even from this rebuff he managed to deftly extract a compliment. Beauclerk, the doctor said, had been very earnest for the admission, and Beauclerk, replied Boswell, ’has a keenness of mind which is very uncommon.’ The witty Topham, along with Reynolds, Garrick, and others, is immortalized in the pages of the man who was not thought by the wits of Gerrard Street fit for their club.

By the Town Clerk Depute of Glasgow, R. Renwick, Esq., we are informed that no notice of this enrolment of General Paoli was entered at the time, pursuant to the custom of the Register over honorary burgesships.