Finally read this one, and it’s a lot of fun! Well, by read I mean skimmed, there are a lot of details of dinners and discussions of particular plays of the period that didn’t hold my attention. Still, sift through the slag and there’s many a jewel here. Boswell was a young lawyer from Scotland when he met Johnson (Johnson never misses a chance to roast Scotland). He reconstructed the life of Johnson previous to meeting him, and then picks up, more or less writing down any witty or interesting things Johnson had to say, which were many.
On Johnson’s college years:
Dr Adams told me that Johnson, while he was at Pembroke College, ‘was caressed and loved by all about him, was a gay and frolicksome fellow, and passed there the happiest part of his life.” But this is a striking proof of the fallacy of appearances, and how little any of us know of the real interna state eveon of those whom we see most frequently; for the truth is, that he was then depressed by poverty, and irritated by disease. When I mentioned to him this acocunt as given me by Dr Adams, he said, “Ah, Sir, I was mad and violent. I twas bitterness which they mistook for frolick. I was miserably poor, and I thought to fight my way by my literature and my wit; so I disregarded all power and all authority.”
Johnson recounts to Boswell what happened on the way to his wedding:
Sir, she had read the old romances, and had got into her hear head the fantastical notion that a woman of spirit should use her lover like a dog. So, Sir, at first she told me that I rode too fast, and she could not keep up with me; and, when I rode a little slower, she passed me, and complained that I lagged behind. I was not to be made the slave of caprice; and I resolved to begin as I meant to end. I therefore pushed on briskly, till I was fairly out of her sight. The road lay between two hedges, so I was sure she could not miss it and I contrived that she should soon come up with me. When she did, I observed her to be in tears.
Despite this, it appears to have been a happy, if short marriage. Johnson’s was a love marriage to a woman significantly older than him. On marriage in general Johnson muses:
I believe marriages would in general be as happy, and often more so, if they were all made by the Lord Chancellor, upon a due consideration of characters and circumstances, without the parties having any choice in the matter.
When Boswell met Johnson, he was a widower, who’s often with his friends the Thrales or other people who take him in for his charm. For his dictionary Johnson got paid 1575 pounds, and “when the expense of amanuenses and paper and other articles are deducted, his clear profit was very inconsiderable.” As for money:
He frequently gave all the silver in his pocket to the poor, who watched him, between his house and the tavern where he dined. He walked the streets at all hours, and said he was never robbed, for the rogues knew he had little money, nor had the appearance of having much.
I liked this:
In 1761 Johnson appears to have done little.
Johnson has much advice about drinking and melancholy:
Against melancholy he recommended constant occupation of mind, a great deal of exercise, moderation in eating and drinking, and especially to shun drinking at night. He said melancholy people were apt to fly to intemperance for relief, but that it sunk them much deeper in misery. He observed, that labouring men who work hard, and live sparingly, are seldom or never troubled with low spirits.
I heard him once give a very judicious practical advice upon this subject: “A man, who has been drinking wine at all freely, should never go into a new company. With those who have partaken of wine with him, he may be pretty well in unison; but he will probably be offensive, or appear ridiculous, to other people.”
Boswell goes with Johnson to his hometown, Lichfield, and observes not much work going on:
“Surely, Sir, (said I,) you are an idle set of people.’ Sir, (said Johnson,) we are a city of philosophers: we work with our heads, and make the boobies of Birmingham work for us with their hands.”
Johnson chastises Boswell for using the phrase “to make money.”
Don’t you see (said he,) the impropriety of it? To make money is to coin it : you should say get money.
I feel like rappers are on to this one. On fame:
Talking of fame, for which there is so great a desire, I observed how little there is of it in reality, compared with the other objects of human attention. “Let every man recollect, and he will be sensible how small a part of his time is employed in talking or thinking of Shakespeare, Voltaire, or any of the most celebrated men that have ever lived, or are now supposed to occupy the attention and admiration of the world. Let this be extracted and compressed: into what a narrow space will it go!
We talked of war. JOHNSON: Every man thinks meanly of himself for not having been a soldier, or not having been at sea. BOSWELL: Lord Mansfield does not. JOHNSON: Sir, if Lord Mansfield were in a company of General Officers and Admirals who have been in service, he would shrink; he’d wish to creep under the table. Were Socrates and Charles the Twelfth of Sweden both present in any company, and Socrates to say, “Follow me, and hear a lecture on philosophy;” and Charles, laying his hand on his sword, to say, “Follow me, and dethrone the Czar;” a man would be ashamed to follow Socrates. Sir, the impression is universal; yet it is strange.
(I feel this is often misquoted, leaving out the “having been at sea” part, and the part about Socrates vs. Charles The Twelfth. Of course, if Socrates was in the Peloponnesian Wars like Plato claims, he could handle both).
He talked with an uncommon animation of travelling into distant countries; that the mind was enlarged by it, and that an acquisition of dignity of character was derived from it. He expressed a particular enthusiasm with respect to visiting the wall of China. I catched it for the moment, and said I really believed I should go and see the wall of China had I not children, of whom it was my duty to take care. “Sir, (said he,) by doing so, you would do what would be of importance in raising your children to eminence. There would be a lustre reflected upon them from your spirit and curiosity. They would be at all times regarded as the children of a man who had gone to view the wall of China. I am serious, Sir.
Johnson was not a fan of America:
From this pleasing subject [Jesus] he, I know not how or why, made a sudden transition to one upon which he was a violent aggressor; for he said, “I am willing to love all mankind, except an American: and his inflammable corruption bursting into horrid fire, he breathed out threatenings and slaughter, calling them, Rascals – Robbers – Pirates; and exclaiming, he’d burn and destroy them.
Later, Boswell tries to put this in context:
Notwithstanding occasional explosions of violence, we were all delighted upon the whole with Johnson. I compared him at this time to a warm West-Indian climate, where you have a bright sun, quick vegetation, luxuriant foliage, luscious fruits; but where the same heat sometimes produces thunder, lightning, earthquakes, in a terrible degree.
Depend upon it, said he, that if a man talks of his misfortunes, there is something in them that is not disagreeable to him; for where there is nothing but pure misery, there never is any recourse to the mention of it.
On Sunday, March 23, I breakfasted with Dr. Johnson, who seemed much relieved, having taken opium the night before. He however protested against it, as a remedy that should be given with the utmost reluctance, and only in extreme necessity.
The idea comes up a few times that Johnson might be considered something of an underachiever, or at least that his position in the world doesn’t match his brilliance:
Mrs Desmoulins made tea; and she and I talked before him upon a topic which he had once borne patiently from me when we were by ourselves – his not complaining of the world, because he was not called to some great office, nor had attained great wealth. He flew into a violent passion, I confess with some justice, and commanded us to have done. Nobody (said he) has a right to talk in this manner, to bring before a man his own character, and the events of his life, when he does not choose it should be done. I never have sought the world; the world was not to seek me. It is rather wonderful that so much has been done for me. All the complaints which are made of the world are unjust. I never knew a man of merit neglected; it was generally by his own fault that he failed of success. A man may hide his head in a hole: he may go into the country, and publish a book now and then, which nobody readys, and then complain he is neglected. There is no reason why any person should exert himself for a man who has written a good book: he has not written it for any individual. I may as well make a present to the postman who brings me a letter.
A zinger on Adam Smith:
I once reminded him that when Dr Adam Smith was expatiating on the beauty of Glasgow, he had cut him short by saying, “Pray, Sir, Have you seen Brentford?” and I took the liberty to add, “My dear Sir, surely that was shocking,” “Why then, Sir (he replied,) YOU have not seen Brentford.”
I shall never forget the indulgence with which he treated Hodge, his cat: for whom he himself used to go out and buy oysters
(Boswell doesn’t really like Hodge, but tolerates him)
Mrs Thrale, while supping very heartily upon larks, laid down her knife and fork, and abruptly exclaimed, “O, my dear Mr Johnson, do you know what has happened? The last letters from abroad have brought us an account that our poor cousin’s head was taken off by a cannon-ball.” Johnson, who was shocked both at the fact, and her light unfeeling manner of mentioning it, replied, “Madam, it would give you very little concern if all your relations were spitted like those larks, and drest for Presto’s supper.”
(Presto being a dog who was present).
One of Johnson’s good buds was the painter Joshua Reynolds.
saw that when I went to read a Der Spiegel interview with Jeremy Corbyn:
More close than is comfortable to a kind of snobbish anti-Semitism is the most upper classy thing about Jeremy Corbyn, I wonder if it’s some kind of weird signal in the English language of codes.
I mean the ironic style that gives us our famously impenetrable sense of humour (which we will need now the rest of the world is laughing at us). The perfidious style that allows us to hide behind masks and has made England superb at producing brilliant actors for the West End but hopeless at producing practical politicians for Westminster. The teasing style of speaking in codes that benighted foreigners can never understand, however well they speak English. The cliquey style that treats England as a club, not a country, and allowed Jeremy Corbyn to say that Jews cannot “understand English irony”, however long their ancestors have lived here.
from this Guardian piece by Nick Cohen. More:
The deferential style that allowed one Etonian to lead the Remain campaign and another to lead the Leave campaign and for the English to not even see why that was wrong. The life’s-a-game-you-shouldn’t-take-too-seriously style that inspired Cameron to say he holds “no grudges” against Boris Johnson now the match is over and the covers back on the pitch. The gentleman amateur style that convinced Cameron he could treat a momentous decision like an Oxford essay crisis and charm the electorate into agreeing with him in a couple of weeks, as if voters were a sherry-soaked don who could be won round with a few clever asides. The effortlessly superior style that never makes the effort to ask what the hell the English have to feel superior about. The gutless, dilettantish and fatally flippant style that has dominated England for so long and failed it so completely. The time for its funeral has long passed.
The ancient and modern codes and secret languages of the British Isles are an inexhaustible subject.
Feels in a way like Corbyn’s take on Brexit is “we must respect the voters’ stupidity.” If he sold this take out, and presented Labour as the un-Brexit, would that be good politically? If you’re over there sound off in the comments.
Sounds like he had it coming!
Julius Jacob von Haynau (14 October 1786 – 14 March 1853) was an Austrian general who was prominent in suppressing insurrectionary movements in Italy and Hungary in 1848 and later. While a hugely effective military leader, he also gained renown as an aggressive and ruthless commander. His soldiers called him the “Habsburg Tiger”; those opponents who suffered from his brutality called him the “Hyena of Brescia” and the “Hangman of Arad”.
Wikipedia helpfully provides a list of London’s livery companies and their mottos:
The Livery Companies are listed in alphabetical order, rather than by precedence. Note that most are double entendres or puns about their Company’s purpose.
- Worshipful Society of Apothecaries: Opiferque Per Orbem Dicor (I Am Called a Bringer of Help Throughout the World)
- Worshipful Company of Armourers and Brasiers: We Are One
- Worshipful Company of Bakers: Praise God For All
- Worshipful Company of Barbers: De Praescientia Dei (From the Foreknowledge of God)
- Worshipful Company of Basketmakers: Let Us Love One Another
- Worshipful Company of Blacksmiths: By Hammer and Hand All Arts Do Stand
- Worshipful Company of Bowyers: Crécy, Poitiers, Agincourt
- Worshipful Company of Brewers: In God Is All Our Trust
- Worshipful Company of Broderers: Omnia De Super (All From Above)
- Worshipful Company of Butchers: Omnia Subiecisti Sub Pedibus, Oves Et Boves (Thou Hast Put All Things Under Man’s Feet, All Sheep and Oxen)
- Worshipful Company of Carmen: Scite, Cite, Certo (Skilfully, Swiftly, Surely)
- Worshipful Company of Carpenters: Honour God
- Worshipful Company of Chartered Accountants in England and Wales: True and Fair
- Worshipful Company of Chartered Secretaries and Administrators: Service with Integrity
- Worshipful Company of Clockmakers: Tempus Rerum Imperatur (Time is the Commander of All Things)
- Worshipful Company of Clothworkers: My Trust Is in God Alone
- Worshipful Company of Coachmakers and Coach Harness Makers: Surgit Post Nubila Phoebus (The Sun Rises After The Clouds)
- Worshipful Company of Cooks: Vulnerati Non Victi (Wounded Not Conquered)
- Worshipful Company of Coopers: Love as Brethren
- Worshipful Company of Cordwainers: Corio et Arte (Leather and Art)
- Worshipful Company of Curriers: Spes Nostra Deus (Our Hope is in God)
- Worshipful Company of Cutlers: Pour Parvenir A Bonne Foy (To Succeed Through Good Faith)
- Worshipful Company of Distillers: Drop as Rain, Distil as Dew.
- Worshipful Company of Drapers: Unto God Only Be Honour and Glory
- Worshipful Company of Dyers: Da Gloriam Deo (Give Glory to God)
- Worshipful Company of Engineers: Certare Ingenio (Use Skills to the Best of One’s Abilities)
- Worshipful Company of Fanmakers: Arts and Trade United
- Worshipful Company of Farriers: Vi et Virtute (By Strength and by Virtue)
- Worshipful Company of Feltmakers: Decus et Tutamen (An Ornament and a Safeguard)
- Worshipful Company of Fishmongers: Al Worship Be To God Only (‘Al’ is spelt with one ‘l’)
- Worshipful Company of Fletchers: True and Sure
- Worshipful Company of Founders: God, The Only Founder
- Worshipful Company of Framework Knitters: Speed, Strength and Truth United
- Worshipful Company of Fruiterers: Deus Dat Incrementum (God Gives the Increase)
- Worshipful Company of Gardeners: In The Sweat Of Thy Brows Shalt Thou Eate Thy Bread
- Worshipful Company of Girdlers: Give Thanks To God
- Worshipful Company of Glass Sellers: Discordia Frangimur (Discord Weakens)
- Worshipful Company of Glaziers and Painters of Glass: Lucem Tuam Da Nobis Deo (O God, Give Us Your Light)
- Worshipful Company of Glovers: True Hands and Warm Hearts
- Worshipful Company of Gold and Silver Wyre Drawers: Amicitiam Trahit Amor (Love Draws Friendship)
- Worshipful Company of Goldsmiths: Justitia Virtutem Regina (Justice and Virtue are Queen)
- Worshipful Company of Grocers: God Grant Grace
- Worshipful Company of Haberdashers: Serve and Obey
- Worshipful Company of Horners: (no motto known of)
- Worshipful Company of Information Technologists: Cito (swiftly)
- Worshipful Company of Innholders: Hinc Spes Affulget (Hence Hope Shines Forth)
- Worshipful Company of Ironmongers: God Is Our Strength
- Worshipful Company of Joiners and Ceilers: Join Loyalty With Liberty
- Worshipful Company of Leathersellers: Soli Deo Honor et Gloria (Honour and Glory to God Alone)
- Worshipful Company of Loriners: (Note – this Company has no motto)
- Worshipful Company of Makers of Playing Cards: Corde Recto Elati Omnes (With an Upright Heart All Are Exalted)
- Worshipful Company of Management Consultants: Change through Wisdom
- Worshipful Company of Masons: God is our Guide
- Worshipful Company of Mercers: Honor Deo (Honour God)
- Worshipful Company of Merchant Taylors: Concordia Parvae Res Crescunt (In Harmony Small Things Grow)
- Worshipful Company of Musicians: Preserve Harmony
- Worshipful Company of Needlemakers: They Sewed Fig Leaves Together And Made Themselves Aprons
- Worshipful Company of Painter-Stainers: Amor Queat Obedientiam (Love Can Compel Obedience)
- Worshipful Company of Pattenmakers: Recipiunt Foeminae Sustentacula Nobis (Women Receive Support From Us)
- Worshipful Company of Paviors: God Can Raise To Abraham Children of Stone
- Worshipful Company of Pewterers: In God is all my Trust
- Worshipful Company of Plaisterers: Let Brotherly Love Continue
- Worshipful Company of Plumbers: Justicia Et Pax (Justice and Peace)
- Worshipful Company of Poulters: Remember Your Oath
- Worshipful Company of Saddlers: Hold Fast, Sit Sure; Our Trust Is In God
- Worshipful Company of Salters: Sal Sapit Omnia (“Salt seasons everything”; implies that “Wit improves discourse”)
- Worshipful Company of Scriveners: Littera Scripta Manet (The Written Word Remains)
- Worshipful Company of Shipwrights: Within the Ark Safe Forever
- Worshipful Company of Skinners: To God Only Be All Glory
- Worshipful Company of Spectacle Makers: A Blessing to the Aged
- Worshipful Company of Stationers and Newspaper Makers: Verbum Domini Manet in Eternum (The Word of the Lord Endures Forever)
- Worshipful Company of Tallow Chandlers: Ecce Agnus Dei Qui Tollit Peccata Mundi (Behold the Lamb of God, Who Takes Away the Sins of the World)
- Worshipful Company of Tin Plate Workers alias Wire Workers: Amore Sitis Uniti (Be United In Love)
- Worshipful Company of Tobacco Pipe Makers and Tobacco Blenders: Producat Terra (Out of the Earth)
- Worshipful Company of Turners: By Faith I Obteigne
- Worshipful Company of Tylers and Bricklayers: In God Is All Our Trust
- Worshipful Company of Upholders: Sustine Bona (Uphold the Good)
- Worshipful Company of Vintners: Vinum Exhilarat Animum (Wine Cheers the Mind)
- Worshipful Company of Water Conservators : Nulla vita sine aqua (No life without water)
- Worshipful Company of Wax Chandlers: Truth is the Light
- Worshipful Company of Weavers: Weave Truth With Trust
- Worshipful Company of Wheelwrights: God Grant Unity
- Worshipful Company of Woolmen: Lana Spes Nostra (Wool Is Our Hope)
- Worshipful Company of World Traders: Commerce and honest friendship with all
h/t our Chestnut Hill office, which got us started with an article about Doggett’s Badge & Coat. Good detail:
While anything remotely related to sports is being smothered with news coverage these days in Olympics-saturated London, there were very few here in the way of news media and spectators. This was just as well, as the young victor of the six-man rowing race, a 23-year-old named Merlin Dwan, was a bit far along in his celebration.
“You’re way too late,” a friend warned a reporter, as the sole camera crew on site attempted fruitlessly to conduct an interview.
Picture above is of Fishmongers’ Hall.