In the first of his Rambler essays, published on March
20, 1759, for which he was paid four guineas, as he was for each of the
subsequent 207 essays in the series, Samuel Johnson writes:
“. . . I
purpose to endeavour the entertainment of my countrymen by a short essay on
Tuesday and Saturday, that I hope not much to tire those whom I shall not
happen to please; and if I am not commended for the beauty of my works, to be
at least pardoned for their brevity.”
Spoken like
a natural-born blogger. Except in the case of his Dictionary (which he labored on while writing the Rambler essays), Johnson was a sprinter,
a spurter, not a long-distance man. Even his sole novel, Rasselas, is written in detachable, essay-like scenes. For such a
writer, one without grandiose visions or overweening ambitions, the essay comes
as second nature. Consider the rest of the paragraph cited above:
“But whether
my expectations are most fixed on pardon or praise, I think it not necessary to
discover; for having accurately weighed the reasons for arrogance and
submission, I find them so nearly equiponderant, that my impatience to try the
event of my first performance will not suffer me to attend any longer the
trepidations of the balance.”
Note that
Johnson wishes to “try” his first essay, an etymologically precise choice of
verb. The father of the form, Montaigne, named his works Essais, from essayer, “to
try.” An essay is an attempt at articulating and, with a little luck, understanding
something. Essayists learn as they go, and leave little room for experts. In
his Dictionary, Johnson defined an essay
as a “loose sally of the mind,” and a sally as a “frolick.” John Wain in Samuel Johnson (1974) tells us it wasn’t
money that drove Johnson, blockhead or no blockhead, to undertake writing his
periodical essays:
“He could
have done without the money, and no one could have accused him of idling or of
failing to produce a decent home for his wife. No, it was a more profound
emotional and intellectual hunger: the need to communicate with others, to pass
on the lessons of his experience and the illumination that came to him in
meditation and prayer.”
Wain notes
the prayer that Johnson composed when he resolved to write The Rambler: Almighty
God, the giver of all good things, without whose help all labour is
ineffectual,
and without
whose grace all wisdom is folly: grant, I beseech Thee, that in this my
undertaking, thy Holy Spirit may not be withheld from me, but that I may
promote Thy glory, and the salvation both of myself and others. Grant this, O
Lord, for the sake of Jesus Christ. Amen. Lord bless me. So be it.””
We, his
readers, know Johnson’s prayer was answered. Wain tells us Johnson envisioned “a
more weighty version of the familiar essay, with very little room for
entertainment and none at all for flightiness.” Imagine pitching that idea to a
magazine editor today. On this date, March 14, in 1753, Johnson published The Rambler #208, his final essay in the
series. In it he formulates the Writer’s Lament”:
“He that
condemns himself to compose on a stated day, will often bring to his task an
attention dissipated, a memory embarrassed, an imagination overwhelmed, a mind
distracted with anxieties, a body languishing with disease: he will labour on a
barren topick, till it is too late to change it; or, in the ardour of
invention, diffuse his thoughts into wild exuberance, which the pressing hour
of publication cannot suffer judgment to examine or reduce.”
Despite all
of that, Johnson says he “look[s] back on this part of my work with pleasure,
which no blame or praise of man shall diminish or augment.”
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