Johnson, and behaved to him with so much attention and
politeness, that he gained upon him insensibly. No man eat more heartily
than Johnson, or loved better what was nice and delicate. Mr. Wilkes was
very assiduous in helping him to some fine veal. 'Pray give me leave,
Sir:--It is better here--A little of the brown--Some fat, Sir--A little
of the stuffing--Some gravy--Let me have the pleasure of giving you some
butter--Allow me to recommend a squeeze of this orange;--or the lemon,
perhaps, may have more zest.'--'Sir, Sir, I am obliged to you, Sir,'
cried Johnson, bowing, and turning his head to him with a look for some
time of 'surly virtue,' but, in a short while, of complacency.
Foote being mentioned, Johnson said, 'He is not a good mimick.' One of
the company added, 'A merry Andrew, a buffoon.' JOHNSON. 'But he has
wit too, and is not deficient in ideas, or in fertility and variety of
imagery, and not empty of reading; he has knowledge enough to fill
up his part. One species of wit he has in an eminent degree, that of
escape.
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