oir of him,
prefixed to his Correspondence, "was exceedingly hurt at this
(_Joseph Andrews_), the more so as they had been on good terms, and
he was very intimate with Fielding's two sisters. He never appears
cordially to have forgiven it (perhaps it was not in human nature he
should), and he always speaks in his letters with a great deal of
asperity of _Tom Jones_, more indeed than was quite graceful in a
rival author. No doubt he himself thought his indignation was solely
excited by the loose morality of the work and of its author, but he
could tolerate Cibber."

155 It must always be borne in mind, that besides that the Doctor
couldn't be expected to like Fielding's wild life (to say nothing of
the fact, that they were of opposite sides in politics), Richardson
was one of his earliest and kindest friends. Yet Johnson too (as
Boswell tells us) read _Amelia_ through without "stopping".

156 "Manners change from generation to generation, and with manners
morals appear to change--actually change with some, but appear to
change with all but the abandoned. A young man of the present day
who should act as Tom Jones is supposed to act at Upton, with Lady
Bellaston, &c., would not be a Tom Jones; and a Tom Jones of the
present day, without perhaps being in the ground a better man, would
have perished rather than submit to be kept by a harridan of
fortune. Therefore, this novel is, and indeed, pretends to be, no
example of conduct. But, notwithstanding all this, I do loathe the
cant which can recommend _Pamela_ and _Clarissa Harlowe_ as strictly
moral, although they poison the imagination of the young with
continued doses of _tinct. lyttae_, while _Tom Jones_ is prohibited
as loose. I do not speak of young women; but a young man whose heart
or feelings can be injured, or even his passions excited by this
novel, is already thoroughly corrupt. There is a cheerful, sunshiny,
breezy spirit, that prevails everywhere, strongly contrasted with
the close, hot, day dreamy continuity of Richardson."--COLERIDGE,
_Literary Remains_, vol. ii, p. 374.

157 "Nor was she (Lady Mary Wortley Montagu) a stranger to that beloved
first wife, whose picture he drew in his _Amelia_, when, as she
said, even the glowing language he knew how to employ, did n