EDINBURGH LIFE DEATH OF JOHNSO-1784

’My father used to protest I was born to be a strolling pedlar.’ SIR WALTER SCOTT Autobiography.

’You have done Auchinleck much honour and have, I hope, overcome my father who has never forgiven your warmth for monarchy and episcopacy. I am anxious to see how your pages will operate on him.’ Boswell had good grounds for thus expressing himself to Johnson over the publication of the latter’s book. He had not long, it would seem, to wait for the breaking of the storm, as we find him writing to Temple in ominous language. ‘My father,’ he says, ’is most unhappily dissatisfied with me. He harps on my going over Scotland with a brute (think how shockingly erroneous!) and wandering, or some such phrase, to London. I always dread his making some bad settlement.’ Then the old judge would grimly relate how Lord Crichton, son of the Earl of Dumfries, would go to Edinburgh, and how, when he was carried back to the family vault, the Earl, as he saw the hearse from the window, had said, ’Ay, ay, Charles, thou went without an errand: I think thou hast got one to bring thee back again.’

But had the son chosen to be quite candid here, we should see how just a cause the father had for his displeasure. In the spring of 1774, he had written to Johnson suggesting a run up to London, expressing the peculiar satisfaction which he felt in celebrating Easter at St Paul’s, which to his fancy was like going up to Jerusalem at the feast of the Passover. The doctor was wisely deaf to this subtle appeal. ‘Edinburgh,’ said he, ‘is not yet exhausted,’ and reminded him that his wife, having permitted him last year to ramble, had now a claim upon him at home, while to come to Iona or to Jerusalem could not be necessary, though useful. Next year, however, Boswell was in London, ’quite in my old humour,’ as he tells Temple, arguing with him for concubinage and the plurality of the patriarchs, from all which we may see that the plea urged to Johnson for the visit was to be taken in a lax sense by Boswell, who made his chief excuse out of some business at the bar of the House over an election petition in Clackmannan. He waited on Temple in Devon and shocked his host by his inebriety, but ’under a solemn yew tree’ he had vowed reformation. But his return to town, if it ’exalted him in piety’ at St Paul’s, seems to have led but to fresh dissipation. He hints at ‘Asiatic multiplicity,’ but this is only when he has taken too much claret. The good resolutions at Iona and the influence of the ruins had passed away, the trip is extended to two months, and he frets irritably over his old friend Henry Dundas’s election as King’s Advocate, ’to be sure he has strong parts, but he is a coarse unlettered dog.’ Harry Dundas at least was never found philandering as we find Bozzy on this occasion, where the mixture of religion and flirtation is so confusing. ‘After breakfasting with Paoli,’ he writes before leaving for the north, ’and worshipping at St Paul’s, I dined tete-a-tete with my charming Mrs Stuart, of whom you have read in my Journal. We dined in all the elegance of two courses and a dessert, with dumb waiters, except when the second course and the dessert were served. We talked with unreserved freedom, as we had nothing to fear. We were philosophical, upon honour not deep, but feeling, we were pious; we drank tea and bid each other adieu as finely as romance paints. She is my wife’s dearest friend, so you see how beautiful our intimacy is.’ But from Johnson’s letter to Mrs Thrale we see looming ahead a crisis. ’He got two and forty guineas in fees while he was here. He has by his wife’s persuasion and mine taken down a present for his mother-in-law,’ an error, doubtless, for ‘stepmother.’ He had entered himself this time at the Temple, and Johnson was his bond. He left to be in time for practice before the General Assembly, finding ’something low and coarse in such employment, but guineas must be had’ a feeling quite different from that of Lord Cockburn who thought the aisle of St Giles had seen the best work of the best men in the kingdom since 1640. Perhaps his feelings on this point were soothed by the traveller in the coach, a Miss Silverton, an ’amiable creature who has been in France. I can unite little fondnesses with perfect conjugal love.’ Alas for poor Peggie Montgomerie, ‘of the ancient house of Eglintoun,’ blamed by his father for not bridling the follies of his son, waiting, doubtless, anxiously for the present to the second wife of his father as a means of peace-offering!

Then the secret leaks out that the father had refused Boswell’s plan of being allowed L400 a year and the trial of fortune at the London bar. His debts of L1000 had been paid, and his allowance of L300 threatened with the reduction of a third. The promise under the old yew had not been kept; the one bottle of hock as a statutory limit had been exceeded, he had been ’not drunk, but was intoxicated,’ a subtle point for bacchanalian casuists, and very ill next day. He lays it on the drunken habits of the country which, he says, are very bad, and with the recollection of Burns’ temptations in Dumfries we may admit that they were. His father, too, was now about to entail his estate, and Bozzy’s predilection for feudal principles and heirs male brought things to a deadlock. He appealed to Lord Hailes, who admitted conscience and self formed a strong plea when found on different sides. Finally, after the judge had inserted in the deed his precautions against ’a weak, foolish and extravagant person,’ the estate was entailed on Boswell. ’My father,’ he tells Temple, ’is so different from me. We divaricate so much, as Dr Johnson said. He has a method of treating me which makes me feel like a timid boy, which to Boswell (comprehending all that my character does in my own imagination and in that of a wonderful number of mankind) is intolerable. It requires the utmost exertion of practical philosophy to keep myself quiet; but it has cost me drinking a considerable quantity of strong beer to dull my faculties.’ The picture of the son drinking himself down to the level of the father is truly inimitable!

He feared the final settlement. He might be disgraced by his father, and not a shilling secured to his wife and children. Then he is comforted by the thought that his father is visibly failing, and he consults his brother David with a view to a settlement, should the succession pass to him. The birth of a son, who was diplomatically called Alexander, was taken by the old man as a compliment, and we find Boswell visiting at Auchinleck, ’not long at one time, but frequent renewals of attention are agreeable,’ he finds, to his father. He proposed to Johnson a tour round the English cathedrals, but a brief trip with him to Derbyshire was all that resulted. We now find for the first time in the Life indications of what would ensue when the strong hand of Johnson was removed from the guidance of his weaker companion. ’As we drove back to Ashbourne,’ he writes with curious frankness, ’Dr Johnson recommended to me, as he had often done, to drink water only,’ and we meet with as curious a defence of drinking the great difficulty of resisting it when a good man asks you to drink the wine he has had twenty years in his cellar! Benevolence calls for compliance, for, ‘curst be the spring,’ he adds with a change of Pope’s verse, ’how well soe’er it flow, that tends to make one worthy man my foe!’ ‘I do,’ he wrote in the London Magazine for March 1780, ’fairly acknowledge that I love drinking; that I have a constitutional inclination to indulge in fermented liquors, and that if it were not for the restraints of reason and religion, I am afraid that I should be as constant a votary of Bacchus as any man. Drinking is in reality an occupation which employs a considerable portion of the time of many people; and to conduct it in the most rational and agreeable manner is one of the great arts of living. Were we so framed that it were possible by perpetual supplies of wine to keep ourselves for ever gay and happy, there could be no doubt that drinking would be the summum bonum, the chief good to find out which philosophers have been so variously busied.’ It looks as if poor Bozzy, when he wrote this, had heard of the Brunonian system of medicine, and of the unfortunate exemplication of it in practice and in precept by its founder in Edinburgh. No wonder such excesses produced violent reaction to low spirits and the ‘black dog’ of hypochondria. He finds it, after going to prayers in Carlisle Cathedral, ’divinely cheering to have a cathedral so near Auchinleck,’ one hundred and fifty miles off, as Johnson sarcastically replied. Bozzy had been writing a series of articles, ‘The Hypochondriack,’ in the London Magazine, for about two years, but he was advised not to mention his own mental diseases, or to expect for them either the praise for which there was no room, or the pity which would do him no good. The active old man was now in better health than he had been upon the Hebridean tour, and was in hopes of yet shewing himself with Boswell in some part of Europe, Asia, or Africa. ‘What have you to do with liberty and necessity?’ cries the doctor to his friend, who had been worrying himself and his correspondent with philosophical questions, on which some six years before he had got some light from the Lettres Persanes of Montesquieu. ’Come to me, my dear Bozzy, and let us be as happy as we can. We will go again to the Mitre, and talk old times over.’ Thrice during the 1781 visit to London do we see his unfortunate habits breaking out; and, when we find him saying he has unfortunately preserved none of the conversations, Miss Hannah More, who met him that day at the Bishop of St Asaph’s, explains it ’I was heartily disgusted with Mr Boswell, who came upstairs after dinner much disordered with wine.’

Let us hear his own confession over his conduct at the house of Lady Galway.

’Another evening Johnson’s kind indulgence towards me had a pretty difficult trial. I had dined at the Duke of Montrose’s with a very agreeable party, and his Grace, according to his usual custom, had circulated the bottle very freely. Lord Graham and I went together to Miss Monckton’s where I certainly was in extraordinary spirits, and above all fear or awe. In the midst of a great number of persons of the first rank, amongst whom I recollect with confusion a noble lady of the most stately decorum, I placed myself next to Johnson, and thinking myself now fully his match, talked to him in a loud and boisterous manner, desirous to let the company know how I could contend with Ajax. I particularly remember pressing him upon the value of the pleasures of the imagination, and, as an illustration of my argument, asking him, “What, sir, suppose I were to fancy that the (naming the most charming Duchess in his Majesty’s dominions) were in love with me, should I not be very happy?” My friend with much address evaded my interrogatories, and kept me as quiet as possible, but it may be easily conceived how he must have felt.’

His father was now dying, and a London trip, which had been planned by Boswell for 1782, found the son at the very limit of his credit. ’If you anticipate your inheritance,’ he was reminded, ’you can at last inherit nothing. Poverty (added the old impransus Johnson, out of the depths of his own experience), my friend, is so great an evil that I cannot but earnestly enjoin you to avoid it. Live on what you have; live, if you can, on less.’ Lord Auchinleck died suddenly at Edinburgh, on August 30th, 1782; and it was unfortunate for Bozzy that neither at the death of his father nor of his mother, nor, as we shall see of Johnson, was he present. The evening of the old man’s days had been, we are assured by Ramsay of Ochtertyre, clouded by the follies and eccentricities of his son. For thirty years he had been sorely tried; twice he had paid his debts, he had indulged him with a foreign tour, had provided him with every means of securing professional success at the bar, only to see that son do everything to miss it and become everything his father hated in life a Tory, an Anglican, and a Jacobite. The new laird was anxious to display himself on a wider sphere. Johnson was now visibly failing, and was glad of someone to lean upon for little attentions. ‘Boswell,’ he said, ’I think I am easier with you than with almost anybody. Get as much force of mind as you can. Let your imports be more than your exports, and you’ll never go far wrong.’ He reverted to the old days of the tour in a hopeful strain: ’I should like to come and have a cottage in your park, toddle about, live mostly on milk, and be taken care of by Mrs Boswell. She and I are good friends now, are we not?’

In 1783 Boswell appeared before the public with a Letter to the People of Scotland. It was on Fox’s proposed bill to regulate the affairs of the East India Company. Against it he stands forth, ’as an ancient and faithful Briton, holding an estate transmitted to him by charters from a series of kings.’ Guardedly Johnson admitted that ’your paper contains very considerable knowledge of history and of the constitution: it will certainly raise your character, though perhaps it may not make you a minister of state.’ A copy to Pitt elicited the formal acceptance of thanks, but the exclusion of the bill Boswell took as proof of his own advocacy. He stood for Ayrshire, turning back from York when the dissolution was announced. ‘Our Boswell,’ wrote the doctor to Langton, ’is now said to stand for some place. Whether to wish him success his best friends hesitate.’

May found him with the Rambler for the last time. ‘I intend,’ he writes to Dr Percy, ’to be in London about the end of this month, chiefly to attend upon Dr Johnson with respectful affection. He has for some time been very ill with dropsical asthmatical complaints, which at his age are very alarming. I wish to publish as a regale to him a neat little volume The Praises of Doctor Samuel Johnson, by co-temporary writers. Will your lordship take the trouble to send me a note of the writers who have praised our much respected friend?’ The attentive Bozzy had written to all the leading men in the Edinburgh School of Medicine Cullen, Hope, Monro, and others. With the expectation that an increase of Johnson’s pension would enable him to visit Italy, he consulted Sir Joshua Reynolds, and, with his approval, wrote to Thurlow the Chancellor. At the house of the painter they dined for the last time.

’I accompanied him in Sir Joshua Reynolds’s coach, to the entry of Bolt Court. He asked me whether I would not go with him to his house; I declined it, from an apprehension that my spirits would sink. We bade adieu to each other affectionately in the carriage. When he had got down upon the foot-pavement he called out, “Fare you well;” and, without looking back, sprung away with a kind of pathetick briskness, if I may use that expression, which seemed to indicate a struggle to conceal uneasiness, and impressed me with a foreboding of our long, long separation.’

We think of the dying Cervantes, and the student-admirer of the All Famous and the Joy of the Muses ’parting at the Toledo bridge, he turning aside to take the road to Segovia.’