Johnson

FATHER JAMES V. SCHALL, S.J.

Of the four greatest minds with whom I commune regularly,

to wit, Aristotle, Aquinas, Samuel Johnson, and Chesterton,
three were obese.

Samuel Johnson
(1709-1784)

Aristotle was merely solidly built. If modern campaigns against obesity had occurred in
former times, half the intelligence of the world would have been undermined!
In his Annals, Johnson recounts (pure hearsay, as Chesterton would put it) his birth:
"September 7, 1709, I was born at Litchfield. My mother had a very difficult and dangerous
labour, and was assisted by George Hector, a man-midwife of great reputation. I was born
almost dead, and could not cry for some time. When he had me in his arms, he said, 'Here
is a brave boy.'" The "brave boy" turned out to be very much alive, ungainly, gruff at times,
but definitely a great man.
The three-hundredth anniversary of his birth, which occurs this month, needs to be
celebrated, especially by those of us who are not Johnson "scholars." We are the modest
souls who read and delight in this mortal man who understood and lived the goodness and
poignancy of all human things. We not merely praise his memory, but, as Aristotle said, we
celebrate the fact that he existed. He still speaks to us likewise mortal men.
My 1931 Oxford edition of Boswell's biography is falling apart. But I shan't part with
it. Hardly a page is found in it that does not have something underlined from a one time or
another past reading.

Boswell includes a letter of Johnson from July 6, 1777 to the Reverend Dr. Vyse, at
Lambeth. Johnson recommends an old friend to "his Grace the Archbishop, as Governor of
the Charter-house." Johnson tells Dr. Vyse that the man's name is de Groot, born in
Gloucester. Johnson describes De Groot's case: "He has all the common claims to charity,
being old, poor, and infirm. . . .He has likewise another claim, to which no scholar can
refuse attention; he is by several descents the nephew of Hugo Grotius; of him, from whom
perhaps every man of learning has learnt something. Let it not be said that in any lettered
country a nephew of Grotius asked a charity and was refused." We could hope that such a
request could not be refused in any land, of anyone's nephew. This is the hope of civilized
men, especially of those also aware of original sin, as Johnson was.
We ponder that passage -- the intercession for a poor friend with those who can help, the
praise of learning. What is it today that every man of learning recalls from Grotius, the great
Dutch lawyer? "Even if God did not exist, the natural law would be the natural law," the truth
of which statement is much and rightly controverted by many men of high learning.
Likewise, I have the Oxford edition of Samuel Johnson: The Major Works. The first stop on
Johnson's Journey to the Western Isles of Scotland, in 1773, was at St. Andrew's. Some
"invisible friend" arranged that he and Boswell had "suitable lodgings." "We were gratified
by every mode of kindness, and entertained with all the elegance of lettered hospitality."
That is a wonderful phrase, "the elegance of lettered hospitality."

He is a lifetime
enterprise, even
if read only
once, which is a
formula for
missing much of
what he tells us.

Of course, what Johnson saw, while "perambulating" St. Andrew's, were the ruins of the
once majestic cathedral. "Where is the pleasure," he asks, "of preserving such mournful
memorials?" The cathedral, he adds, "was demolished, as is well known, in the tumult and
violence of Knox's reformation." Such are sober and theological thoughts.
A book of mine is entitled, Idylls and Rambles: Lighter Christian Essays. Obviously, such a
title could only come from the essays that Johnson wrote in The Rambler and The
Idler. And for those of us prone to the great academic vice, as much lamented by Greek
tragedians as by Christian theologians, Johnson wrote, in The Adventurer, in 1753, on
August 28: "Of those whom Providence has qualified to make any additions to human
knowledge, their number is extremely small; and what can be added by each single mind

even of the superior class is very little." Is it an accident, I wonder, that this passage was
written on the birth-date of Augustine, who knew more about pride than perhaps anyone of
our kind?
Much is to be said of Johnson. He is a lifetime enterprise, even if read only once, which is a
formula for missing much of what he tells us. On Easter Sunday, 1776, Boswell wrote:
"There was always something peculiarly mild and placid in his manner upon this holy
festival, the commemoration of the most joyful event in the history of our world, the
resurrection of Our Lord and Saviour, who, having triumphed over death and the grave,
proclaimed immortality to mankind." Alas, only the pope tells us such things these days.

Acknowledgement
Father James V. Schall, S.J. "Johnson." The Catholic Thing (September 30, 2009).
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