The single scenes and pictures which Boswell has given us will all of them bear close scrutiny for their precision, their economy of means, their lifelikeness, their artistic effect.  None was wrought more beautifully, nor more ardently, than that of Johnson’s interview with the King.  First we see the plain massive figure of the scholar amid the elegant comfort of Buckingham House.  He is intent on his book before the fire.  Then the approach of the King, lighted on his way by Mr. Barnard with candles caught from a table; their entrance by a private door, with Johnson’s unconscious absorption, his sudden surprise, his starting up, his dignity, the King’s ease with him, their conversation, in which the King courteously draws from Johnson knowledge of that in which Johnson is expert, Johnson’s manly bearing and voice throughout—­all is set forth with the unadorned vividness and permanent effect which seem artless enough, but which are characteristic of only the greatest art.

Boswell’s Life of Johnson is further a masterpiece of art in that it exerts the vigorous energy of a masterpiece, an abundance of what, for want of a better word, we call personality.  It is Boswell’s confessed endeavor to add this quality to the others, because he perceived that it was an essential quality of Johnson himself, and he more than once laments his inability to transmit the full force and vitality of his original.  Besides artistic perception and skill it required in him admiration and enthusiasm to seize this characteristic and impart it to his work.  His admiration he confesses unashamed:  ’I said I worshipped him . . .  I cannot help worshipping him, he is so much superior to other men.’  He studied his subject intensely.  ’During all the course of my long intimacy with him, my respectful attention never abated.’  Upon such intensity and such ardor and enthusiasm depend the energy and animation of his portrait.

But it exhibits other personal qualities than these, which, if less often remarked, are at any rate unconsciously enjoyed.  Boswell had great social charm.  His friends are agreed upon his liveliness and good nature.  Johnson called him ‘clubbable,’ ’the best traveling companion in the world,’ ‘one Scotchman who is cheerful,’ ’a man whom everybody likes,’ ’a man who I believe never left a house without leaving a wish for his return.’  His vivacity, his love of fun, his passion for good company and friendship, his sympathy, his amiability, which made him acceptable everywhere, have mingled throughout with his own handiwork, and cause it to radiate a kind of genial warmth.  This geniality it may be which has attracted so many readers to the book.  They find themselves in good company, in a comfortable, pleasant place, agreeably stimulated with wit and fun, and cheered with friendliness.  They are loth to leave it, and would ever enter it again.  This rare charm the book owes in large measure to its creator.