Icannothelpthinkingthefirststanzaverygoodsolemnpoetry，asalsothethreefirstlinesofthesecond。Itslastlineisanexcellentburlesquesurpriseongloomysentimentalenquirers。And，perhaps，theadviceisasgoodascanbegiventoalow-spiriteddissatisfiedbeing：——’Don’ttroubleyourheadwithsicklythinking：
takeacup，andbemerry。’
Friday，September19，afterbreakfastDr。JohnsonandIsetoutinDr。Taylor’schaisetogotoDerby。Thedaywasfine，andweresolvedtogobyKeddlestone，theseatofLordScarsdale，thatI
mightseehisLordship’sfinehouse。Iwasstruckwiththemagnificenceofthebuilding；andtheextensivepark，withthefinestverdure，coveredwithdeer，andcattle，andsheep，delightedme。Thenumberofoldoaks，ofanimmensesize，filledmewithasortofrespectfuladmiration：foroneofthemsixtypoundswasoffered。Theexcellentsmoothgravelroads；thelargepieceofwaterformedbyhisLordshipfromsomesmallbrooks，withahandsomebargeuponit；thevenerableGothickchurch，nowthefamilychapel，justbythehouse；inshort，thegrandgroupofobjectsagitatedanddistendedmymindinamostagreeablemanner。
’OneshouldthinksaidI，thattheproprietorofallthisMUSTbehappy。’——’Nay，Sir，saidJohnson，allthisexcludesbutoneevil——