She went to Streatham on the 18th April, 1782, and Johnson evidently with her.  In “Thraliana” she writes: 

“Saturday, 9th May, 1782.—­To-day I bring home to Streatham my poor Dr. Johnson:  he went to town a week ago by the way of amusing himself, and got so very ill that I thought I should never get him home alive,”—­by home meaning Streatham.

Johnson to Mrs. Thrale: 

“June 4th, 1782.

“This day I dined upon skate, pudding, goose, and your asparagus, and could have eaten more, but was prudent.  Pray for me, dear Madam; I hope the tide has turned.  The change that I feel is more than I durst have hoped, or than I thought possible; but there has not yet passed a whole day, and I may rejoice perhaps too soon.  Come and see me, and when you think best, upon due consideration, take me away.”

From her to him: 

“Streatham, June 14th, 1782.

“DEAR SIR,—­I am glad you confess yourself peevish, for confession must precede amendment.  Do not study to be more unhappy than you are, and if you can eat and sleep well, do not be frighted, for there can be no real danger.  Are you acquainted with Dr. Lee, the master of Baliol College?  And are you not delighted with his gaiety of manners and youthful vivacity now that he is eighty-six years old?  I never heard a more perfect or excellent pun than his, when some one told him how, in a late dispute among the Privy Counsellors, the Lord Chancellor (Thurlow) struck the table with such violence that he split it.  ‘No, no,’ replied the Master, drily, ’I can hardly persuade myself that he split the table, though I believe he divided the Board.’  Will you send me anything better from Oxford than this? for there must be no more fastidiousness now; no more refusing to laugh at a good quibble, when you so loudly profess the want of amusement and the necessity of diversion.”

From him to her: 

“Oxford, June 17th, 1782.

“Oxford has done, I think, what for the present it can do, and I am going slyly to take a place in the coach for Wednesday, and you or my sweet Queeny will fetch me on Thursday, and see what you can make of me.”

Hannah More met him during this visit to Oxford, and writes, June 13th, 1782:  “Who do you think is my principal cicerone at Oxford? only Dr. Johnson! and we do so gallant it about.”

Madame D’Arblay, then at Streatham, writes, June 26th, 1782:  “Dr. Johnson, who had been in town some days, returned, and Mr. Crutchley came also, as well as my father.”  After describing some lively conversation, she adds:  “I have very often, though I mention them not, long and melancholy discourses with Dr. Johnson, about our dear deceased master, whom, indeed, he regrets unceasingly; but I love not to dwell on subjects of sorrow when I can drive them away, especially to you (her sister), upon this account as you were so much a stranger to that excellent friend, whom you only lamented for the sake of those who survived him.”  He had only returned that very day, and she had been absent from Streatham, as she states elsewhere, till “the Cecilian business was arranged,” i.e. till the end of May.