17 Metaphors for boswells

Of all confessors, Boswell is the most candid.

Here Boswell was a little scandalized by Johnson's warm exclamation on opening a letter"One of the most dreadful things that has happened in my time!"

Boswell was a Scotch laird and advocate, who first met Johnson in London, when the latter was fifty-four years old.

Burns, in The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer, says: 'But could I like Montgomeries fight, Or gab like Boswell.' Boswell and Burns were born within a few miles of each other, Boswell being the elder by eighteen years.

Boswell, when in London, was 'his constant guest.'

But Mr. Carlyle as literary critic has a tenacious grasp, and Boswell was a subject made for his hand.

Mr. Boswell was the person.

Boswell, however, was too good an observer to misrepresent at random, and he has, in fact, explained very well the true meaning of his remarks.

Boswell's was the melancholy of a man who spends too much, drinks too much, falls in love too often, and is forced to live in the country in dependence upon a stern old parent, when he is longing for a jovial life in London taverns.

Poor Boswell was at this time a water-drinker by Johnson's recommendation, though unluckily for himself he never broke off his drinking habits for long.

James Boswell, born in 1740, was the eldest son of a Whig laird and lord of sessions.

Leslie Stephen saw: "I would still hope that to many readers Boswell has been what he has certainly been to some, the first writer who gave them a love of English literature, and the most charming of all companions long after the bloom of novelty has departed.

Everybody's Boswell; being The life of Samuel Johnson abridged from James Boswell's complete text and from the Tour to the Hebrides, edited by F. V. Morley.

He told Mrs. Knowles that 'Boswell was the best travelling companion in the world.'

But to see this required an insight so rare that it is wanting in nearly all the biographers who have followed Boswell's steps, and is the most conclusive proof that Boswell was a man of a higher intellectual capacity than has been generally admitted.

Boswell was a fool, but only in the sense in which hundreds of great artists have been fools; on his own lines, and across his own bit of country, he was no fool.

We are tempted to fancy that we have heard the very thing, and rashly infer that Boswell was simply the mechanical transmitter of the good things uttered.

17 Metaphors for  boswells