' Having been
thus successful, I hastened back to the inn, and informed Dr. Johnson
that 'Mr. Young, son of Dr. Young, the authour of Night Thoughts, whom
I had just left, desired to have the honour of seeing him at the house
where his father lived.' Dr. Johnson luckily made no inquiry how this
invitation had arisen, but agreed to go, and when we entered Mr.
Young's parlour, he addressed him with a very polite bow, 'Sir, I had
a curiosity to come and see this place. I had the honour to know that
great man, your father.' We went into the garden, where we found a
gravel walk, on each side of which was a row of trees, planted by Dr.
Young, which formed a handsome Gothick arch; Dr. Johnson called it a
fine grove. I beheld it with reverence.
We sat some time in the summer-house, on the outside wall of which was
inscribed, 'Ambulantes in horto audiebant vocem Dei;' and in reference
to a brook by which it is situated, 'Vivendi recte qui prorogat horam,'
&c. I said to Mr. Young, that I had been told his father was cheerful.
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