’If your imprudence has ended in difficulties and inconveniences, you are yourself to support them; and, with the help of a little better health, you would support them and conquer them.  Surely, that want which accident and sickness produces, is to be supported in every region of humanity, though there were neither friends nor fathers in the world.  You have certainly from your father the highest claim of charity, though none of right; and therefore I would counsel you to omit no decent nor manly degree of importunity.  Your debts in the whole are not large, and of the whole but a small part is troublesome.  Small debts are like small shot; they are rattling on every side, and can scarcely be escaped without a wound:  great debts are like cannon; of loud noise, but little danger.  You must, therefore, be enabled to discharge petty debts, that you may have leisure, with security to struggle with the rest.  Neither the great nor little debts disgrace you.  I am sure you have my esteem for the courage with which you contracted them, and the spirit with which you endure them.  I wish my esteem could be of more use.  I have been invited, or have invited myself, to several parts of the kingdom; and will not incommode my dear Lucy by coming to Lichfield, while her present lodging is of any use to her.  I hope, in a few days, to be at leisure, and to make visits.  Whither I shall fly is matter of no importance.  A man unconnected is at home every where; unless he may be said to be at home no where.  I am sorry, dear Sir, that where you have parents, a man of your merits should not have an home.  I wish I could give it you.  I am, my dear Sir, affectionately yours,

‘Sam.  Johnson.’

He now refreshed himself by an excursion to Oxford, of which the following short characteristical notice, in his own words, is preserved

’* * * is now making tea for me.  I have been in my gown ever since I came here.  It was, at my first coming, quite new and handsome.  I have swum thrice, which I had disused for many years.  I have proposed to Vansittart, climbing over the wall, but he has refused me.  And I have clapped my hands till they are sore, at Dr. King’s speech.’

His negro servant, Francis Barber, having left him, and been some time at sea, not pressed as has been supposed, but with his own consent, it appears from a letter to John Wilkes, Esq., from Dr. Smollet, that his master kindly interested himself in procuring his release from a state of life of which Johnson always expressed the utmost abhorrence.  He said, ’No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.’  And at another time, ’A man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company.’  The letter was as follows:—­

’Chelsea, March 16, 1759.