I spoke of Mr. Harris, of Salisbury, as being a very learned man, and in particular an eminent Grecian.  Johnson.  ’I am not sure of that.  His friends give him out as such, but I know not who of his friends are able to judge of it.’  Goldsmith.  ’He is what is much better:  he is a worthy humane man.’  Johnson.  ’Nay, Sir, that is not to the purpose of our argument:  that will as much prove that he can play upon the fiddle as well as Giardini, as that he is an eminent Grecian.’  Goldsmith.  ’The greatest musical performers have but small emoluments.  Giardini, I am told, does not get above seven hundred a year.’  Johnson.  ’That is indeed but little for a man to get, who does best that which so many endeavour to do.  There is nothing, I think, in which the power of art is shown so much as in playing on the fiddle.  In all other things we can do something at first.  Any man will forge a bar of iron, if you give him a hammer; not so well as a smith, but tolerably.  A man will saw a piece of wood, and make a box, though a clumsy one; but give him a fiddle and a fiddle-stick, and he can do nothing.’

On Monday, April 19, he called on me with Mrs. Williams, in Mr. Strahan’s coach, and carried me out to dine with Mr. Elphinston, at his academy at Kensington.  A printer having acquired a fortune sufficient to keep his coach, was a good topick for the credit of literature.  Mrs. Williams said, that another printer, Mr. Hamilton, had not waited so long as Mr. Strahan, but had kept his coach several years sooner.  Johnson.  ’He was in the right.  Life is short.  The sooner that a man begins to enjoy his wealth the better.’

Mr. Elphinston talked of a new book that was much admired, and asked Dr. Johnson if he had read it.  Johnson.  ‘I have looked into it.’  ’What, (said Elphinston,) have you not read it through?’ Johnson, offended at being thus pressed, and so obliged to own his cursory mode of reading, answered tartly, ‘No, Sir, do you read books through?’

On Wednesday, April 21, I dined with him at Mr. Thrale’s.  A gentleman attacked Garrick for being vain.  Johnson.  ’No wonder, Sir, that he is vain; a man who is perpetually flattered in every mode that can be conceived.  So many bellows have blown the fire, that one wonders he is not by this time become a cinder.’  Boswell.  ’And such bellows too.  Lord Mansfield with his cheeks like to burst:  Lord Chatham like an Aeolus.  I have read such notes from them to him, as were enough to turn his head.’  Johnson.  ’True.  When he whom every body else flatters, flatters me, I then am truly happy.’  Mrs. Thrale.  ’The sentiment is in Congreve, I think.’  Johnson.  ’Yes, Madam, in The Way of the World: 

     “If there’s delight in love, ’tis when I see
     That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.”

No, Sir, I should not be surprized though Garrick chained the ocean, and lashed the winds.’  Boswell.  ’Should it not be, Sir, lashed the ocean and chained the winds?’ Johnson.  ’No, Sir, recollect the original: