Elizabeth
Porter Johnson, always “Tetty” to her husband, married him in 1735 when Johnson
was twenty-five-year-old Oxford dropout and she was a forty-six-year-old widow.
When they had first met three years earlier, Tetty told her daughter Lucy: “That
is the most sensible man I ever met.” No one but the couple approved of the
marriage and many snickered. When Tetty died at age sixty-three, Johnson was
disconsolate and mourned for the remainder of his life. John Hawkins says in
his 1787 biography: “The melancholy, which seized Johnson, on the death of his
wife, was not, in degree, such as usually follows the deprivation of near
relations and friends; it was of the blackest and deepest kind.” In 1764,
twelve years after his wife’s death, Johnson writes in a diary:
“Having
before I went to bed composed the foregoing meditation and the following
prayer, I tried to compose myself but slept unquietly. I rose, took tea, and
prayed for resolution and perseverance. Thought on Tetty, dear poor Tetty, with
my eyes full.”
In his
letter to Bagshaw, included by Boswell in his Life, Johnson writes: “You will do me a great favour by showing the
place where she lies, that the stone may protect her remains.” Here is the
epitaph he composed for Tetty’s stone: “Formosae,
cultae, ingeniosae, piae ([dedicated to, or for] the beautiful, elegant,
talented, dutiful).”
Johnson is
the most sympathetically fallible of men. His life and work are inseparable,
and his concerns are practical, not theoretical. Barton Swaim writes in his
review of Peter Martin’s anthology of Johnson’s work:
“Johnson was
more concerned with morality than with politics; he cared about individual
rather than societal reform, and so could never be the father, or even the
uncle, of any variety of political conservatism. . . . Johnson’s is a moral and intellectual, not a political,
conservatism, but it is no less relevant for that. If there is any truth to
Michael Oakeshott’s claim that conservatism is a disposition rather than a creed, that disposition was given its fullest and most memorable expression in
the works of Samuel Johnson.”
[See Mike
Gilleland at Laudator Temporis Acti for clarification way beyond my capacity.]
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