’Your oeconomy, I suppose, begins now to be settled; your expences are adjusted to your revenue, and all your people in their proper places.  Resolve not to be poor:  whatever you have, spend less.  Poverty is a great enemy to human happiness; it certainly destroys liberty, and it makes some virtues impracticable, and others extremely difficult.

’Let me know the history of your life, since your accession to your estate.  How many houses, how many cows, how much land in your own hand, and what bargains you make with your tenants.

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’Of my Lives of the Poets, they have printed a new edition in octavo, I hear, of three thousand.  Did I give a set to Lord Hailes?  If I did not, I will do it out of these.  What did you make of all your copy[490]?

’Mrs. Thrale and the three Misses[491] are now for the winter in Argyll-street.  Sir Joshua Reynolds has been out of order, but is well again; and I am, dear Sir,

’Your affectionate humble servant,

‘SAM.  JOHNSON.’

‘London, Dec. 7, 1782.’

’To DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON.

’Edinburgh, Dec. 20, 1782.

’DEAR SIR,

’I was made happy by your kind letter, which gave us the agreeable hopes of seeing you in Scotland again.

’I am much flattered by the concern you are pleased to take in my recovery.  I am better, and hope to have it in my power to convince you by my attention of how much consequence I esteem your health to the world and to myself.  I remain, Sir, with grateful respect,

’Your obliged and obedient servant,

‘MARGARET BOSWELL.’

The death of Mr. Thrale had made a very material alteration with respect to Johnson’s reception in that family.  The manly authority of the husband no longer curbed the lively exuberance of the lady; and as her vanity had been fully gratified, by having the Colossus of Literature attached to her for many years, she gradually became less assiduous to please him.  Whether her attachment to him was already divided by another object, I am unable to ascertain; but it is plain that Johnson’s penetration was alive to her neglect or forced attention; for on the eth of October this year, we find him making a ’parting use of the library[492]’ at Streatham, and pronouncing a prayer, which he composed on leaving Mr. Thrale’s family[493]:—­

’Almighty God, Father of all mercy, help me by thy grace, that I may, with humble and sincere thankfulness, remember the comforts and conveniences which I have enjoyed at this place; and that I may resign them with holy submission, equally trusting in thy protection when thou givest, and when thou takest away.  Have mercy upon me, Lord, have mercy upon me.

’To thy fatherly protection, O Lord, I commend this family.  Bless, guide, and defend them, that they may so pass through this world, as finally to enjoy in thy presence everlasting happiness, for Jesus Christ’s sake.  Amen[494].’