[434] Swift’s Works (1803), xxiv. 63.

[435] ’We told the soldiers how kindly we had been treated at the garrison, and, as we were enjoying the benefit of their labours, begged leave to shew our gratitude by a small present....  They had the true military impatience of coin in their pockets, and had marched at least six miles to find the first place where liquor could be bought.  Having never been before in a place so wild and unfrequented I was glad of their arrival, because I knew that we had made them friends; and to gain still more of their goodwill we went to them, where they were carousing in the barn, and added something to our former gift.’ Works, ix. 31-2.

[436]

     ’Why rather sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
      Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee.’ &c.

          2 Henry IV. act iii. sc. 1.

[437] Spain, in 1719, sent a strong force under the Duke of Ormond to Scotland in behalf of the Chevalier.  Owing to storms only a few hundred men landed.  These were joined by a large body of Highlanders, but being attacked by General Wightman, the clansmen dispersed and the Spaniards surrendered.  Smollett’s England, ed. 1800, ii. 382.

[438] Boswell mentions this ante, i. 41, as a proof of Johnson’s ‘perceptive quickness.’

[439] Dr. Johnson, in his Journey, thus beautifully describes his situation here:—­’I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign.  I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet.  The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude.  Before me, and on either side, were high hills, which, by hindering the eye from ranging, forced the mind to find entertainment for itself.  Whether I spent the hour well, I know not; for here I first conceived the thought of this narration.’  The Critical Reviewers, with a spirit and expression worthy of the subject, say,—­’We congratulate the publick on the event with which this quotation concludes, and are fully persuaded that the hour in which the entertaining traveller conceived this narrative will be considered, by every reader of taste, as a fortunate event in the annals of literature.  Were it suitable to the task in which we are at present engaged, to indulge ourselves in a poetical flight, we would invoke the winds of the Caledonian Mountains to blow for ever, with their softest breezes, on the bank where our author reclined, and request of Flora, that it might be perpetually adorned with the gayest and most fragrant productions of the year.’  BOSWELL.  Johnson thus described the scene to Mrs. Thrale:—­’I sat down to take notes on a green bank, with a small stream running at my feet, in the midst of savage solitude, with mountains before me and on either hand covered with heath.  I looked around me, and wondered that I was not more affected, but the mind is not at all times equally ready to be put in motion.’ Piozzi Letters, i. 131.