Uncouth words in disarray, Tricked in antique ruff and bonnet, Ode, and elegy, and sonnet.'"When he parodied the verses of another eminent writer, it was done with more provocation, I believe, and with some merry malice. A serious translation of the same lines, which I think are from Euripides, may be found in Burney's "History of Music." Here are the burlesque ones:--"Err shall they not, who resolute explore Time's gloomy backward with judicious eyes;And scanning right the practices of yore, Shall deem our hoar progenitors unwise.
"They to the dome where smoke with curling play Announced the dinner to the regions round, Summoned the singer blithe, and harper gay, And aided wine with dulcet streaming sound.
"The better use of notes, or sweet or shrill, By quivering string, or modulated wind;Trumpet or lyre--to their harsh bosoms chill, Admission ne'er had sought, or could not find.
"Oh! send them to the sullen mansions dun, Her baleful eyes where Sorrow rolls around;Where gloom-enamoured Mischief loves to dwell, And Murder, all blood-boltered, schemes the wound.
"When cates luxuriant pile the spacious dish, And purple nectar glads the festive hour;The guest, without a want, without a wish, Can yield no room to Music's soothing power."Some of the old legendary stories put in verse by modern writers provoked him to caricature them thus one day at Streatham; but they are already well known, I am sure.
"The tender infant, meek and mild, Fell down upon the stone;The nurse took up the squealing child, But still the child squealed on."A famous ballad also, beginning 'Rio verde, Rio verde,' when I commended the translation of it, he said he could do it better himself--as thus:
"Glassy water, glassy water, Down whose current clear and strong, Chiefs confused in mutual slaughter, Moor and Christian roll along.""But, sir," said I, "this is not ridiculous at all." "Why, no," replied he, "why should I always write ridiculously? Perhaps because I made these verses to imitate such a one," naming him:
"'Hermit hoar, in solemn cell Wearing out life's evening grey;Strike thy bosom, sage! and tell What is bliss, and which the way?'
"Thus I spoke, and speaking sighed, Scarce repressed the starting tear, When the hoary sage replied, 'Come, my lad, and drink some beer.'"I could give another comical instance of caricatura imitation.
Recollecting some day, when praising these verses of Lopez de Vega--"Se acquien los leones vence, Vence una muger hermosa, O el de flaco averguence, O ella di ser mas furiosa,"more than he thought they deserved, Mr. Johnson instantly observed "that they were founded on a trivial conceit, and that conceit ill-explained and ill-expressed besides. The lady, we all know, does not conquer in the same manner as the lion does. 'Tis a mere play of words," added he, "and you might as well say that"'If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.'"And this humour is of the same sort with which he answered the friend who commended the following line:--"Who rules o'er freemen should himself be free.""To be sure," said Dr. Johnson--
"'Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.'"This readiness of finding a parallel, or making one, was shown by him perpetually in the course of conversation. When the French verses of a certain pantomime were quoted thus:
"Je suis Cassandre descendue des cieux, Pour vous faire entendre, mesdames et messieurs, Que je suis Cassandre descendue des cieux,"he cried out gaily and suddenly, almost in a moment--"I am Cassandra come down from the sky, To tell each bystander what none can deny, That I am Cassandra come down from the sky."The pretty Italian verses, too, at the end of Baretti's book called "Easy Phraseology," he did all' improviso, in the same manner:
"Viva! viva la padrona!
Tutta bella, e tutta buona, La padrona e un angiolella Tutta buona e tutta bella;Tutta bella e tutta buona;
Viva! viva la padrona!"
"Long may live my lovely Hetty!
Always young and always pretty, Always pretty, always young, Live my lovely Hetty long!
Always young and always pretty!
Long may live my lovely Hetty!"
The famous distich, too, of an Italian improvisatore, when the Duke of Modena ran away from the comet in the year 1742 or 1743:
"Se al venir vestro i principi sen' vanno, Deh venga ogni di ---- durate un anno;""which," said he, "would do just as well in our language thus:
"'If at your coming princes disappear, Comets! come every day--and stay a year.'"When some one in company commended the verses of M. de Benserade a son Lit:
"Theatre des ris et des pleurs, Lit! on je nais, et ou je meurs, Tu nous fais voir comment voisins Sont nos plaisirs et nos chagrins."To which he replied without hesitating--
"'In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die;The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe.'"The inion on the collar of Sir Joseph Banks's goat, which had been on two of his adventurous expeditions with him, and was then, by the humanity of her amiable master, turned out to graze in Kent as a recompense for her utility and faithful service, was given me by Johnson in the year 1777, Ithink, and I have never yet seen it printed:
"Perpetui, ambita, bis terra, premia lactis, Haec habet altrici Capra secunda Jovis."The epigram written at Lord Anson's house many years ago, "where," says Mr.
Johnson, "I was well received and kindly treated, and with the true gratitude of a wit ridiculed the master of the house before I had left it an hour," has been falsely printed in many papers since his death. I wrote it down from his own lips one evening in August, 1772, not neglecting the little preface accusing himself of making so graceless a return for the civilities shown him. He had, among other elegancies about the park and gardens, been made to observe a temple to the winds, when this thought naturally presented itself TO A WIT:
