He was undoubtedly one of the most popular men of his time; and much of his popularity he owed, we believe, to that very timidity which his friends lamented.That timidity often prevented him from exhibiting his talents to the best advantage.But it propitiated Nemesis.It averted that envy which would otherwise have been excited by fame so splendid and by so rapid an elevation.No man is so great a favourite with the Public as he who is at once an object of admiration, of respect and of pity;and such were the feelings which Addison inspired.Those who enjoyed the privilege of hearing his familiar conversation, declared with one voice that it was superior even to his writings.The brilliant Mary Montague said, that she had known all the wits, and that Addison was the best company in the world.
The malignant Pope was forced to own, that there was a charm in Addison's talk, which could be found nowhere else.Swift, when burning with animosity against the Whigs, could not but confess to Stella that, after all, he had never known any associate so agreeable as Addison.Steele, an excellent judge of lively conversation, said that the conversation of Addison was at once the most polite, and the most mirthful, that could be imagined;that it was Terence and Catullus in one, heightened by an exquisite something which was neither Terence nor Catullus, but Addison alone.Young, an excellent judge of serious conversation, said, that when Addison was at his ease, he went on in a noble strain of thought and language, so as to chain the attention of every hearer.Nor were Addison's great colloquial powers more admirable than the courtesy and softness of heart which appeared in his conversation.At the same time, it would be too much to say that he was wholly devoid of the malice which is, perhaps, inseparable from a keen sense of the ludicrous.He had one habit which both Swift and Stella applauded, and which we hardly know how to blame.If his first attempts to set a presuming dunce right were ill received, he changed his tone, "assented with civil leer," and lured the flattered coxcomb deeper and deeper into absurdity.That such was his practice, we should, we think, have guessed from his works.The Tatler's criticisms on Mr.
Softly's sonnet and the Spectator's dialogue with the politician who is so zealous for the honour of Lady Q--p--t--s, are excellent specimens of this innocent mischief.
Such were Addison's talents for conversation.But his rare gifts were not exhibited to crowds or to strangers.As soon as he entered a large company, as soon as he saw an unknown face, his lips were sealed and his manners became constrained.None who met him only in great assemblies would have been able to believe that he was the same man who had often kept a few friends listening and laughing round a table, from the time when the play ended, till the clock of St.Paul's in Covent Garden struck four.Yet, even at such a table, he was not seen to the best advantage.To enjoy his conversation in the highest perfection, it was necessary to be alone with him, and to hear him, in his own phrase, think aloud."There is no such thing," he used to say, "as real conversation, but between two persons."This timidity, a timidity surely neither ungraceful nor unamiable, led Addison into the two most serious faults which can with justice be imputed to him.He found that wine broke the spell which lay on his fine intellect, and was therefore too easily seduced into convivial excess.Such excess was in that age regarded, even by grave men, as the most venial of all peccadilloes, and was so far from being a mark of ill-breeding, that it was almost essential to the character of a fine gentleman.But the smallest speck is seen on a white ground; and almost all the biographers of Addison have said something about this failing.Of any other statesman or writer of Queen Anne's reign, we should no more think of saying that he sometimes took too much wine, than that he wore a long wig and a sword.
To the excessive modesty of Addison's nature, we must ascribe another fault which generally arises from a very different cause.
He became a little too fond of seeing himself surrounded by a small circle of admirers, to whom he was as a King or rather as a God.All these men were far inferior to him in ability, and some of them had very serious faults.Nor did those faults escape his observation; for, if ever there was an eye which saw through and through men, it was the eye of Addison.But, with the keenest observation, and the finest sense of the ridiculous, he had a large charity.The feeling with which he looked on most of his humble companions was one of benevolence, slightly tinctured with contempt.He was at perfect case in their company; he was grateful for their devoted attachment; and he loaded them with benefits.Their veneration for him appears to have exceeded that with which Johnson was regarded by Boswell, or Warburton by Hurd.
It was not in the power of adulation to turn such a head, or deprave such a heart, as Addison's.But it must in candour be admitted that he contracted some of the faults which can scarcely be avoided by any person who is so unfortunate as to be the oracle of a small literary coterie.
One member of this little society was Eustace Budgell, a young Templar of some literature, and a distant relation of Addison.
