Chesterfield lived to have the honour of having the plan of ’Johnson’s Dictionary’ inscribed to him, and the dishonour of neglecting the great author.  Johnson, indeed, denied the truth of the story which gained general belief, in which it was asserted that he had taken a disgust at being kept waiting in the earl’s antechamber, the reason being assigned that his lordship ‘had company with him;’ when at last the door opened, and forth came Colley Cibber.  Then Johnson—­so report said—­indignant, not only for having been kept waiting but also for whom, went away, it was affirmed, in disgust; but this was solemnly denied by the doctor, who assured Boswell that his wrath proceeded from continual neglect on the part of Chesterfield.

Whilst the Dictionary was in progress, Chesterfield seemed to forget the existence of him, whom, together with the other literary men, he affected to patronize.

He once sent him ten pounds, after which he forgot Johnson’s address, and said ‘the great author had changed his lodgings.’  People who really wish to benefit others can always discover where they lodge.  The days of patronage were then expiring, but they had not quite ceased, and a dedication was always to be in some way paid for.

When the publication of the Dictionary drew near, Lord Chesterfield flattered himself that, in spite of all his neglect, the great compliment of having so vast an undertaking dedicated to him would still be paid, and wrote some papers in the ‘World,’ recommending the work, more especially referring to the ‘plan,’ and terming Johnson the ‘dictator,’ in respect to language:  ‘I will not only obey him,’ he said, ’as my dictator, like an old Roman, but like a modern Roman, will implicitly believe in him as my pope.’

Johnson, however, was not to be propitiated by those ‘honeyed words.’  He wrote a letter couched in what he called ‘civil terms,’ to Chesterfield, from which we extract the following passages: 

’When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment of your address; and could not forbear to wish that I might boast myself vainqueur du vainqueur de la terre—­that I might obtain that regard for which I saw the world contending; but I found my attendance so little encouraged, that neither pride nor modesty would suffer me to continue it.  When I had once addressed your lordship in publick, I had exhausted all the art of pleasing which a retired and uncourtly scholar can possess.  I had done all that I could; and no man is well pleased to have his all neglected, be it ever so little.