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THE

LIFE

OF

SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL.D.

BY

JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ.

A New Edition.

IN FOUR VOLUMES.

VOL. I.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR G. WALKER, J. AKERMAN, E. EDWARDS, J. HARWOOD,

W. ROBINSONS AND SONS, LIVERPOOL; E. THOMSON, MANCHESTER ;
3. NOBLE, HULL; J. WILSON, BERWICK; W. WHYTE AND CO.,
EDINBURGH; AND R. GRIFFIN AND CO., GLASGOW.

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DEDICATION.

TO

SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS.

MY DEAR SIR,

Every liberal motive that can actuate an Authorin the dedication of his labours, concurs in directing me to you, as the person to whom the following Work should be inscribed.

If there be a pleasure in celebrating the distinguished merit of a contemporary, mixed with a certain degree of vanity not altogether inexcusable, in appearing fully sensible of it, where can I find one, in complimenting whom I can with more general approbation gratify those feelings? Your excellence not only in the Art over which you have long presided with unrivalled fame, but also in Philosophy and elegant Literature, is well known to the present, and will continue to be the admiration of future ages. Your equal and placid temper, your variety of conversation, your true politeness, by which you are so amiable in private society, and that enlarged hospitality which has long made your house a common centre of union for the great, the accomplished, the

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learned, and the ingenious; all these qualities I can, in perfect confidence of not being accused of flattery, ascribe to you.

If a man may indulge in honest pride, in having it known to the world, that he has been thought worthy of particular attention by a person of the first eminence in the

age

which he lived, whose company has been universally courted, I am justified in availing myself of the usual privilege of a Dedication, when I mention that there has been a long and uninterrupted friendship between us.

If gratitude should be acknowledged for favours received, I have this opportunity, my dear Sir, most sincerely to thank you for the many happy hours which I owe to ness,- for the cordiality with which you have at all times been pleased to welcome me,-for the number of valuable acquaintances to whom you have introduced me,- for the noctes næque Deum, which I have enjoyed under your roof.

If a work should be inscribed to one who is master of the subject of it, and whose

approbation, therefore, must ensure it credit and success, the Life of Dr. Johnson is, with the greatest propriety, dedicated to Sir Joshua Reynolds, who was the intimate and beloved friend of that great man; the friend, whom he declared to be “the most invulnerable man he knew; whom, if he should quarrel with him,

your kind

he should find the most difficulty how to abuse." You, my dear Sir, studied him, and knew him well: you venerated and admired him. Yet, luminous as he was upon the whole, you perceived all the shades which mingled in the grand composition; all the little peculiarities and slight blemishes which marked the literary Colussus. Your very warm commendation of the specimen which I

gave

in my 66 Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides,” of my being able to préserve his conversation in an authentick and lively manner, which opinion the Publick has confirmed, was the best encouragement for me to persevere in my purpose

my purpose of producing the whole of my stores.

In one respect, this Work will, in some passages, be different from the former.

Tour,” I was almost unboundedly open in my communications, and from my eagerness to display the wonderful fertility and readiness of Johnson's wit, freely shewed to the world its dexterity, even when I was myself the object of it. I trusted that I should be liberally understood, as knowing very well what I was about, and by no means as simply unconscious of the pointed effects of the satire. I own, indeed, that I was arrogant enough to suppose that the tenour of the rest of the book would sufficiently guard me against such a strange imputation. But it seems I judged too well of the world; for, though I could scarcely

In my

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