In the clofe of his book he might have at large expreffed fome fenfe of gratitude for the many courtefies that had been fhewn him. He might at least have faid, the barbarous people fhewed us 'much kindness;' but the laft paragraph is frigid and unanimated to an excess of affectation, and must ever fuffer by a comparison with the conclufion of Mr. Pennant's Tour, which, as well for its elegance, as the benevolent fpirit which it evidences, I here infert.

I look back to the North, and with a grateful 'mind acknowledge every benefit I received, from the remoteft of the Hebrides to the prefent fpot; whether I think of the hofpitality of the rich, or the efforts of unblameable poverty, ftraining every nerve to accommodate me, amidst dreary hills and ungenial fkies. The little accidents of diet or of lodging, affect not me: I look farther than the mere differences of living or of cuftoms,, to the good heart, and extenfive benevolence, which foftens every hardship, and turns into delicacies the groffeft fare. My conftitution never yet was difpofed to apathy, for which I can claim no merit, but am thankful to the author of my frame.'-And, in a quotation from the Religio Medici of Sir Thomas Brown, he adds :-"I feel not in myself "thofe common antipathies that I can difcover in "others: thofe national repugnancies do not touch

me; nor do I behold with prejudice the French, "Italian, Spaniard, or Dutch, much more my fellow

fubjects, howsoever remotely placed from me. But, "where I find their actions in balance with my countrymen's, I honour, love, and embrace them in " fome

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"fome degree. I was born in the right climate, but "feem to be framed and conftellated unto all all "places, all airs, make unto me one country; I

am in England every where and under every me"ridian."

I must here obferve, as it was a circumftance that gave him fome trouble after his return to England, that during his ftay in the Hebrides, Johnson was very industrious in his enquiries touching the Earfe language, with a view to ascertain the degree of credit due to certain poems then lately published and afcribed to Offian, an ancient bard, who, till then, had fcarce been heard of. His opinion, upon the question of their genuineness, is pretty decifive, and will appear beft in his own words.

I fuppofe my opinion of the poems of Offian is already difcovered. I believe they never existed in any other form than that which we have feen. The editor, or author, never could fhew the original; nor can it be fhewn by any other. To revenge reasonable incredulity by refusing evidence, is a degree of infolence with which the world is not yet acquainted; and stubborn audacity is the last refuge of guilt. It would be eafy to fhew it, if he had it; but whence could it be had? It is too long to be remembered, and the language formerly had nothing written. He has doubtless inserted names that circulate in popular ftories, and may have tranf<lated fome wandering ballads, if any can be found; and the names, and fome of the images, being re

Johnfon had required, that it fhould be depofited in either the king's or the marifchal college at Aberdeen, and submitted to public inspection; but this was never done.

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collected, make an inaccurate auditor imagine, by the help of Caledonian bigotry, that he has formerly heard the whole.

'I asked a very learned minister in Sky, who had ufed all arts to make me believe the genuineness of the book, whether at last he believed it himself; but he ⚫ would not answer. He wifhed me to be deceived, for the honour of his country; but would not directly and formally deceive me. Yet, has this man's tefti$ mony been publicly produced, as of one that held Fingal to be the work of Offian.

It is faid, that fome men of integrity profefs to have heard parts of it, but they all heard them when they were boys; and it was never faid, that any of them could recite fix lines. They remember names, and, perhaps, fome proverbial fentiments; and, having no distinct ideas, coin a resemblance without an original. The perfuafion of the Scots, however, is far from univerfal; and, in a question fo ? capable of proof, why fhould doubt be fuffered to continue? The editor has been heard to fay, that part of the poem was received by him, in the Saxon character. He has then found, by fome peculiar fortune, an unwritten language, written in a character which the natives probably never beheld.

I have yet fuppofed no impofture, but in the publisher; yet, I am far from certainty, that fome < tranflations have not been lately made, that may now be obtruded as parts of the original work. < Credulity on one part is a ftrong temptation to deceit on the other, especially to deceit of which no personal injury is the confequence, and which flat

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ters the author with his own ingenuity. The Scots have fomething to plead for their eafy reception of an improbable fiction: they are feduced by their fondnefs for their fuppofed ancestors. A ScotchC man must be a very sturdy moralift, who does not love Scotland better than truth; he will always love it better than inquiry: and, if falfhood flatters his vanity, will not be very diligent to detect it. Neither ought the English to be much influenced by Scotch authority; for of the paft and prefent ftate of the whole Earfe nation, the Lowlanders, are, at leaft, as ignorant as ourselves. To be ignorant is painful; but it is dangerous to quiet our unea• finefs by the delusive opiate of hafty persuasion.

But this is the age in which those who could not ✦ read, have been fuppofed to write; in which the giants of antiquated romance have been exhibited

as realities. If we know little of the ancient Highlanders, let us not fill the vacuity with Offian. If we have not fearched the Magellanick regions, let us, however, forbear to people them with Pata< gons.'

No fooner did this ftrong and unequivocal declaration of Johnfon's opinion of the poems of Offian appear, than Mr. James Macpherfon, the publisher of them, not only repelled the charge of forgery therein contained, but, in a letter to the author of it, threatened him with corporal chaftifement. If Mr. Macpherson had known his man, he would probably have forborne the thought of fuch a revenge. To fhew his contempt of him and all that he was able to do that could hurt him, Johnfon returned the following brief but fpirited anfwer:

Mr. JAMES MACPHERSON,

No date.

I received your foolish and impudent letter.• Any violence that shall be attempted upon me, I will do my beft to repel; and what I cannot do for myself, the law fhall do for me; for I will not be hindered from expofing what I think a cheat, by the menaces of a ruffian. What would you have me retract? I thought your work an impofition; I think fo ftill; and, for my opinion, I have given reafons which I here dare you to refute.—Your ⚫ abilities, fince your Homer, are not so formidable; and, what I hear of your morality, inclines me to ⚫ credit rather what you fhall prove, than what you • fhall fay.'

Whether Johnson was apprehenfive that his adverfary would put his threat in execution, or that he meant to fhew all who came to fee him, that he stood upon his guard, he provided himself with a weapon, both of the defenfive and offenfive kind. It was an oak-plant of a tremendous fize; a plant, I fay, and not a fhoot or branch, for it had had a root, which being trimmed to the fize of a large orange, became the head of it. Its height was upwards of fix feet, and from about an inch in diameter at the lower end, increased to near three: this he kept in his bed-chamber, fo near the chair in which he conftantly fat, as to be within reach.

But this precaution for his defence turned out to be unneceffary. Johnson's letter, above inferted, put an end to the dispute between him and Macpherson; but, by other perfons, it was continued with a degree of asperity equal to that which was fhewn in the con

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