There was at this time no stain on the character of Budgell, and it is not improbable that his career would have been prosperous and honourable, if the life of his cousin had been prolonged.But when the master was laid in the grave, the disciple broke loose from all restraint, descended rapidly from one degree of vice and misery to another, ruined his fortune by follies, attempted to repair it by crimes, and at length closed a wicked and unhappy life by self-murder.Yet, to the last, the wretched man, gambler, lampooner, cheat, forger, as he was, retained his affection and veneration for Addison, and recorded those feelings in the last lines which he traced before he hid himself from infamy under London Bridge.
Another of Addison's favourite companions was Ambrose Phillips, a good Whig and a middling poet, who had the honour of bringing into fashion a species of composition which has been called, after his name, Namby Pamby.But the most remarkable members of the little senate, as Pope long afterwards called it, were Richard Steele and Thomas Tickell.
Steele had known Addison from childhood.They had been together at the Charterhouse and at Oxford; but circumstances had then, for a time, separated them widely.Steele had left college without taking a degree, had been disinherited by a rich relation, had led a vagrant life, had served in the army, had tried to find the philosopher's stone, and had written a religious treatise and several comedies.He was one of those people whom it is impossible either to hate or to respect.His temper was sweet, his affections warm, his spirits lively, his passions strong, and his principles weak.His life was spent in sinning and repenting; in inculcating what was right, and doing what was wrong.In speculation, he was a man of piety and honour;in practice, he was much of the rake and a little of the swindler.He was, however, so good-natured that it was not easy to be seriously angry with him, and that even rigid moralists felt more inclined to pity than to blame him, when he diced himself into a spunging-house or drank himself into a fever.
Addison regarded Steele with kindness not unmingled with scorn, tried, with little success, to keep him out of scrapes, introduced him to the great, procured a good place for him, corrected his plays, and, though by no means rich, lent him large sums of money.One of these loans appears, from a letter dated in August 1708, to have amounted to a thousand pounds.These pecuniary transactions probably led to frequent bickerings.It is said that, on one occasion, Steele's negligence, or dishonesty, provoked Addison to repay himself by the help of a bailiff.We cannot join with Miss Aikin in rejecting this story.Johnson heard it from Savage, who heard it from Steele.Few private transactions which took place a hundred and twenty years ago, are proved by stronger evidence than this.But we can by no means agree with those who condemn Addison's severity.The most amiable of mankind may well be moved to indignation, when what he has earned hardly, and lent with great inconvenience to himself, for the purpose of relieving a friend in distress, is squandered with insane profusion.We will illustrate our meaning by an example, which is not the less striking because it is taken from fiction.
Dr.Harrison, in Fielding's Amelia, is represented as the most benevolent of human beings; yet he takes in execution, not only the goods, but the person of his friend Booth.Dr.Harrison resorts to this strong measure because he has been informed that Booth, while pleading poverty as an excuse for not paying just debts has been buying fine jewellery, and setting up a coach.No person who is well acquainted with Steele's life and correspondence can doubt that he behaved quite as ill to Addison as Booth was accused of behaving to Dr.Harrison.The real history, we have little doubt, was something like this:--A letter comes to Addison, imploring help in pathetic terms, and promising reformation and speedy repayment.Poor Dick declares that he has not an inch of candle, or a bushel of coals, or credit with the butcher for a shoulder of mutton.Addison is moved.He determines to deny himself some medals which are wanting to his series of the twelve Caesars; to put off buying the new edition of Bayle's Dictionary; and to wear his old sword and buckles another year.
In this way he manages to send a hundred pounds to his friend.
The next day he calls on Steele, and finds scores of gentlemen and ladies assembled.The fiddles are playing.The table is groaning under Champagne, Burgundy, and pyramids of sweetmeats.
Is it strange that a man whose kindness is thus abused, should send sheriff's officers to reclaim what is due to him?
Tickell was a young man, fresh from Oxford, who had introduced himself to public notice by writing a most ingenious and graceful little poem in praise of the opera of Rosamond.He deserved, and at length attained, the first place in Addison's friendship.For a time Steele and Tickell were on good terms.But they loved Addison too much to love each other, and at length became as bitter enemies as the rival bulls in Virgil.
At the close of 1708 Wharton became Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland, and appointed Addison Chief Secretary.Addison was consequently under the necessity of quitting London for Dublin.Besides the chief secretaryship, which was then worth about two thousand pounds a year, he obtained a patent appointing him keeper of the Irish Records for life, with a salary of three or four hundred a year.Budgell accompanied his cousin in the capacity of private secretary.
