[1198] Mrs. Thrale’s father.  DUPPA.

[1199] Cowper wrote a few years later in the first book of The Task, in his description of the grounds at Weston Underwood:—­

     ’Not distant far a length of colonnade
      Invites us.  Monument of ancient taste,
      Now scorned, but worthy of a better fate. 
      Our fathers knew the value of a screen
      From sultry suns, and in their shaded walks
      And long-protracted bowers enjoyed at noon
      The gloom and coolness of declining day. 
      We bear our shades about us:  self-deprived
      Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread,
      And range an Indian waste without a tree. 
      Thanks to Benevolus [A]—­he spares me yet
      These chestnuts ranged in corresponding lines,
      And though himself so polished still reprieves
      The obsolete prolixity of shade.’

[1200] Such a passage as this shews that Johnson was not so insensible to nature as is often asserted.  Mrs. Piozzi (Anec. p. 99) says:—­’Mr. Thrale loved prospects, and was mortified that his friend could not enjoy the sight of those different dispositions of wood and water, hill and valley, that travelling through England and France affords a man.  But when he wished to point them out to his companion:  “Never heed such nonsense,” would he reply; “a blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.  Let us, if we do talk, talk about something; men and women are my subjects of enquiry; let us see how these differ from those we have left behind."’ She adds (p. 265):—­ ’Walking in a wood when it rained was, I think, the only rural image he pleased his fancy with; “for,” says he, “after one has gathered the apples in an orchard, one wishes them well baked, and removed to a London eating-house for enjoyment."’ See ante, pp. 132, note 1, 141, note 2, 333, note i, and 346, note i, for Johnson’s descriptions of scenery.  Passages in his letters shew that he had some enjoyment of country life.  Thus he writes:—­’I hope to see standing corn in some part of the earth this summer, but I shall hardly smell hay or suck clover flowers.’ Piozzi Letters, ii. 140.  ’What I shall do next I know not; all my schemes of rural pleasure have been some way or other disappointed.’ Ib. p. 372.  ’I hope Mrs. ------ when she came to her favourite place found her house dry, and her woods growing, and the breeze whistling, and the birds singing, and her own heart dancing.’ Ib. p. 401.  In this very trip to Wales, after describing the high bank of a river ‘shaded by gradual rows of trees,’ he writes:—­’The gloom, the stream, and the silence generate thoughtfulness.’ Post, p. 454.

[A] Mr. Throckmorton the owner.