symmetry of the sides-The organ is higher above the pavement than any I have ever seen_The gates are of brass-On the middle gate is the history of our Lord-The painted windows are historical, and said to be eminently beautiful-We were at another church belonging to a convent, of which the portal is a dome; we could not enter further, and it was almost dark.

Nov. 2. Thursday. We came this day to Chantilly, a seat belonging to the Prince of Condé-This place is eminently beautified by all varieties of waters starting up in fountains, falling in cascades, running in streams, and spread in lakes-The water seems to be too near the house-All this water is brought from a source or river three leagues off, by an artificial canal, which for one league is carried under ground-The house is magnificent-The cabinet seems well stocked; what I remember was, the jaws of a hippopotamus, and a young hippopotamus preserved, which, however, is so small, that I doubt its reality-It seems too hairy for an abortion, and too small for a mature birth-Nothing was iu spirits; all was dry-The dog; the deer; the ant-bear with long snout The toucan, long broad beak The stables were of very great length-The kennel had no scents-There was a mockery of a village-The Menagerie had few animal-Two faussans, or Brasilian weasels, spotted, very wild_There is a forest, and, I think, a park-I walked till I was very weary, and next morning felt my feet battered, and with pains in the toes.

Nov. 3. Friday. We came to Compeigne, a very large town, with a royal palace built round a pentagonal court. The court is raised upon vaults, and has, I suppose, an entry on one side by a gentle riseTalk of painting-The church is not very large, but very elegant and splendid—I had at first great difficulty to walk, but motion grew continually easier-At night we came to Noyon, an episcopal city-The cathedral is very beautiful, the pillars alternately Gothic and CorinthianWe entered a very noble parochial church-Noyon is walled and is said to be three iniles round.

Nov. 4. Saturday. We rose very early, and came through St. Quintin to Cambray, not long after three_We went to an English nunnery, to give a letter to Father Welsh, the confessor, who came to visit us in the evening.

Nov. 5. Sunday. We saw the Cathedral-It is very beautiful, with chapels on each side-The choir splendid-The balustrade in one part brass-The Neff very high and grand. The altar silver as far as it is seen-The vestments very splendid-At the Benedictines church-

Here his Journal ends abruptly. Whether he wrote any more after this time, I know not; but probably not much, as he arrived in England about the 12th of November. These short notes of his tour, though they may seem minute, taken singly, make together a considerable mass of information, and exhibit such an ardour of enquiry and acuteness of examination, as, I believe, are found in but few travellers, especially at

an advanced age. They completely refute the idle notion which has been propagated, that he could not see; and, if he had taken the trouble to revise and digest them, he undoubtedly could have expanded them into a very entertaining narrative.

When I met him in London the following year, the account which he gave me of his French tour, was, "Sir, I have seen all the visibilities of Paris, and round it; but to have formed an acquaintance with the people there, would have required more time than I could stay. I was just beginning to creep into acquaintance by means of Colonel Drumgold, a very high mao, Sir, head of L'Ecole Militare, a most complete character, for he had first been a professor of thetoric, and then became a soldier. And, Sir, I was very kindly treated by the English Benedictines, and have a cell appropriated to me in their convent."

He observed, "The great in France live very magnificently, but the rest very miserably. There is no happy middle state as in England. The shops of Paris are mean; the meat in the markets is such as would be sent to a goal in England; and Mr. Thrale justly observed, that the cookery of the French was forced upon them by necessity; for they could not eat their meat, unless they added some taste to it. The French are an indelicate people; they will spit upon any place. At Madame

-'s, a literary lady of rank, the footman took the sugar in his fingers, and threw it into my coffee. I was going to put it aside; but hearing it was made on purpose for me, I e'en tasted Tom's fingers. The same lady would needs make tea à l'Angloise. The spout of the tea-pot did not pour freely; she bade the footman blow into it. France is worse than Scotland in every thing but climate. Nature has done more for the

French; but they have done less for themselves than the Scotch have

done.

crous.

It happened that Foote was at Paris at the same time with Dr. Johnson, and his description of my friend while there, was abundantly ludiHe told me that the French were quite astonished at his figure and manner, and at his dress, which he obstinately continued exactly as in Loudon ;-his brown clothes, black stockings, and plain shirt. He mentioned, that an Irish gentleman said to Johnson, Sir, you have not seen the best French players. Johnson. Players, Sir! I look on them as no better than creatures set upon tables and joint-stools to make faces and produce laughter, like dancing dogs. But, Sir, you will allow that some players are better than others? Johnson. Yes, Sir, as some dogs dance better than others.

While Johnson was in France, he was generally very resolute in speaking Latin. It was a maxin with him that a man should not let himself down, by speaking a language which he speaks imperfectly. Indeed, we must have often observed how inferior, how much like a child, a man appears, who speaks a broken tongue. When Sir Joshua Reynolds at one of the dinners of the Royal Academy, presented him to a Frenchman of great distinction, he would not deign to speak French, but talked

Latin, though his Excellency did not understand it, owing, perhaps, to Johnson's English pronunciation: yet, upon another occasion, he was observed to speak French to a Frenchman of high rank, who spoke English; and being asked the reason, with soine expression of urprise, he answered, "Because I think my French is as good as his English." Though Johnson understood French perfectly, he could not speak it readily, as I have observed at his first interview with General Paoli, in 1769; yet he wrote it, I imagin , pretty well, as appears from some of his letters in Mrs. Piozzi's collection, of which I shall transcribe one:

A Madame La Comtesse de

July 16, 1775,

"Out, Madame, le moment est arrivé, et il faut que je parte. Mais. pourquoi faut il partir? Est ce que je m'ennuye? Je m'ennuyerai ailleurs. Est ce que je cherche ou quelque plaisir, ou quelque soulagement? Je ne cherche rien, je n'espere rien. Aller voir ce que jai vú, etre un peu rejoué, un peu degouté, me resouvenir que la vie se passe en vain, me plaindre de moi, m'endurcir aux dehors; voici le tout de ce qu'on compte pour les delices de l'année. Que Dieu vous donne, Madame, tous les agremens de la vie, avec un esprit qui peut en jouir sans s'y livrer trop.”

Here let me not forget a curious anecdote, as related to me by Mr. Beauclerk, which I shall endeavour to exhibit as well as I can in that gentleman's lively manner; and in justice to him it is proper to add, that Dr. Johnson told me I might rely both to the correctness of his memory, and the fidelity of his narrative. "When Madame de Boufflers was first in England (said Beauclerk), she was desirous to see Johnson. I accordingly went with her to his chambers in the Temple, where she was entertained with his conversation for some time. When our visit was over, she and I left him, and were got into Inner Temple lane, when all at once I heard a noise like thunder. This was occasioned by Johnson, who, it seems, upon a little recollection, had taken it into his head that he ought to have done the honours of his literary residence to a foreign lady of quality, and eager to show himself a man of gallantry, was hurrying down the stair-case in violent agitation. He overtook us before we reached the Temple-gate, and brushing in be tween me and Madame de Boufflers, seized her hand, and conducted her to her coach. His dress was a rusty brown morning suit, a pair of old shoes by way of slippers, a little shrivelled wig sticking on the top of his head, and the sleeves of his shirt and the knees of his breeches hanging loose. A considerable crowd of people gathered round, and were not a little struck by this singular appearance."

He spoke Latin with wonderful fluency and elegance. When Pere Boscovich was in England, Johnson dined in company with him at Sir Joshua Reynolds's, and at Dr. Douglas's, now Bishop of Salisbury. Upon both occasions that celebrated foreigner expressed his astonishment at Johnson's Latin conversation. When at Paris, Johnson thus No. 6.

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Ja mitra m ograja mand it be condered as syng wcing by Alovuce must be made fur some degree of In laguiary suveri ptione a man is not upon cath.” * ́ʼn were as suas far Bogging in our great schools that formerly, but kura jana na imetund, there; so that what the begs get at ene ead they lose

* More in barsed in public than in private schools, from emulation; thumne sa Cha trabason of mind with mind, or the radiation of many minds pnung W one dare. Though few boys make their own exercises, pet il a good exerce is given up, out of a great number of boys, it is made by somebody."

** ↑ huske by-ronde in education. Education is as well known, and has long been as well known, as ever it can be. Eudeavouring to make duldren prematurely wise is useless labour. Suppose they have more knowledge at five or six years old than other children, what use can be mede of it? It will be lost before it is wanted, and the waste of so much time and labour of the teacher can never be repaid. Too much

is expected from precocity, and too little performed. Miss was an instance of early cultivation, but in what did it terminate? In marrying a little Presbyterian parson, who keeps an infant boarding-school, so that all her employment now is,

To suckle fools and chronicle small-beer,'

She tells the children, This is a cat, and that is a dog, with four legs and a tail; see there! you are much better than a cat or a dog, for you can speak.' If I had bestowed such an education on a daughter, and had discovered that she thought of marrying such a fellow, I would have sent her to the Congress."

"After having talked slightingly of music, he was observed to listen very attentively while Miss Thrale played on the harpsichord, and with eagerness he called to her, Why don't you dash away like Burney?' Dr. Burney upon this said to him, I believe, Sir, we shall make a musician of you at last.' Johnson with candid complacency replied, "Sir, I shall be glad to have a new sense given to me."

He had come down one morning to the breakfast-room, and been a considerable time by himself before any body appeared. When on a subsequent day he was twitted by Mrs. Thrale for being very late, which he generally was, he defended himself by alluding to the extraordinary morning, when he had been too early. "Madam, I do not like to come down to vacuity."

Dr. Burney having remarked that Mr. Garrick was beginning to look old, he said "Why, Sir, you are not to wonder at that; no man's face has had more wear and tear."

Not having heard from him for a longer time than I supposed he would be silent, I wrote to him December 18, not in good spirits, "Sometimes I have been afraid that the cold, which has gone over Europe this year like a sort of pestilence, has seized you severely sometimes my imagination, which is upon occasious prolific of evil, hath figured that you may have somehow taken offence at some part of my conduct."

MY DEAR SIR,

TO JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ.

Never dream of any offence. How should you offend me? I consider your friendship as a possession, which I intend to hold till you take it from me, and to lament if ever by my fault I should lose it. However, when such suspicions find their way into your mind, always give them vent: I shall make haste to disperse them; but hiudes their first ingress if you can. Consider such thoughts as morbid.

"Such illness as may excuse my omission to Lord Hailes, I cannot honestly plead. I have been hindered, I know not how, by a succession of petty obstructions. I hope to mend immediately, and to send next