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BOSWELL'S FAME.
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worst of it is that Macaulay, like Rousseau, talked his nonsense so well that it still passes for gospel with all those who have advanced as far as reading, but have not as yet attained to thinking. We may feel thankful that he did not with his overpowering common sense go on to overwhelm the memory of Goldsmith.

In the price set on autographs we have a means of measuring in some fashion the estimation in which men are held by posterity. The standard is but a rough one, however, for it is affected by the number of their writings which chance to have been preserved: judging by it, Boswell's rank is very high. There were, probably, few men whose career he more envied than that of Lord Bute's "errand-goer," Alexander Wedderburne, who rose to be Lord Loughborough, Earl of Rosslyn and Lord High Chancellor of England. Yet a letter of his I have recently seen offered for sale at ten shillings and sixpence, while Boswell's was marked nine guineas. While I exult at seeing that one author equals eighteen Lord Chancellors, I sometimes sigh over the high prices which have hitherto kept me from obtaining a specimen of the handwriting of a man at whose works I have so long laboured.

It is to be hoped that the day will at length come when those in whose veins Boswell's blood still flows will take that just and reasonable view of their famous forefather which will lead them, from time to time, to throw open "the rocks and woods," and even "the stately house" of Auchinleck to strangers from afar. It was he who "Johnsonised the land," and they therefore should have some indulgence for the enthusiasm which he created. "The sullen dignity of the castle with which Johnson was delighted" they should not keep altogether to themselves. Another famous man had beheld those ruins also. "Since Paoli stood upon our old castle," wrote Boswell to a friend," it has an additional dignity." Who would not like to stand upon it also, and to see the Lugar running beneath," bordered by high rocks shaded with wood?" Into this beautiful stream falls "a pleasing brook," to use Johnson's odd description of a rivulet which has cut a deep passage through the sandstone. "It runs," he adds, "by a red rock, out of which has been hewn a very agreeable and commodious summer-house." I have been told that the meeting of the waters is a scene of striking beauty. Then there are "the venerable old trees under the shade of which," writes Boswell, "my ancestors had walked," and the groves where, as he told Johnson, it was his intention to