this.  He himself often resembled Lady Bolingbroke’s Lively description of Pope; that ’he was un politique aux choux et aux raves.’  He would say, ‘I dine to-day in Grosvenor-square;’ this might be with a Duke:  or, perhaps, ‘I dine to-day at the other end of the town:’  or, ‘A gentleman of great eminence called on me yesterday.’  He loved thus to keep things floating in conjecture:  Omne ignotum pro magnifico est.  I believe I ventured to dissipate the cloud, to unveil the mystery, more freely and frequently than any of his friends.  We stopped again at Wirgman’s, the well-known toy-shop, in St. James’s-street, at the corner of St. James’s-place, to which he had been directed, but not clearly, for he searched about some time, and could not find it at first; and said, ‘To direct one only to a corner shop is toying with one.’  I suppose he meant this as a play upon the word toy:  it was the first time that I knew him stoop to such sport.  After he had been some time in the shop, he sent for me to come out of the coach, and help him to choose a pair of silver buckles, as those he had were too small.  Probably this alteration in dress had been suggested by Mrs. Thrale, by associating with whom, his external appearance was much improved.  He got better cloaths; and the dark colour, from which he never deviated, was enlivened by metal buttons.  His wigs, too, were much better; and during their travels in France, he was furnished with a Paris-made wig, of handsome construction.  This choosing of silver buckles was a negociation:  ’Sir, (said he,) I will not have the ridiculous large ones now in fashion; and I will give no more than a guinea for a pair.’  Such were the principles of the business; and, after some examination, he was fitted.  As we drove along, I found him in a talking humour, of which I availed myself.  Boswell.  ’I was this morning in Ridley’s shop, Sir; and was told, that the collection called Johnsoniana has sold very much.’  Johnson.  ‘Yet the Journey to the Hebrides has not had a great sale.’  Boswell.  ‘That is strange.’  Johnson.  ’Yes, Sir; for in that book I have told the world a great deal that they did not know before.’

Boswell.  ’I drank chocolate, Sir, this morning with Mr. Eld; and, to my no small surprize, found him to be a Staffordshire Whig, a being which I did not believe had existed.’  Johnson.  ’Sir, there are rascals in all countries.’  Boswell.  ’Eld said, a Tory was a creature generated between a non-juring parson and one’s grandmother.’  Johnson.  ’And I have always said, the first Whig was the Devil.’  Boswell.  ’He certainly was, Sir.  The Devil was impatient of subordination; he was the first who resisted power:—­

“Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven."’

At General Paoli’s were Sir Joshua Reynolds, Mr. Langton, Marchese Gherardi of Lombardy, and Mr. John Spottiswoode the younger, of Spottiswoode, the solicitor.