But we must return to our story.The triumph was complete.The timid and obscure girl found herself on the highest pinnacle of fame.Great men, on whom she had gazed at a distance with humble reverence, addressed her with admiration, tempered by the tenderness due to her sex and age.Burke, Windham, Gibbon, Reynolds, Sheridan, were among her most ardent eulogists.
Cumberland acknowledged her merit, after his fashion, by biting his lips and wriggling in his chair whenever her name was mentioned.But it was at Streatham that she tasted, in the highest perfection, the sweets of flattery, mingled with the sweets of friendship.Mrs.Thrale, then at the height of prosperity and popularity, with gay spirits, quick wit, showy though superficial acquirements, pleasing though not refined manners, a singularly amiable temper, and a loving heart, felt towards Fanny as towards a younger sister.With the Thrales Johnson was domesticated.He was an old friend of Dr.Burney; but he had probably taken little notice of Dr.Burney's daughters, and Fanny, we imagine, had never in her life dared to speak to him, unless to ask whether he wanted a nineteenth or a twentieth cup of tea.He was charmed by her tale, and preferred it to the novels of Fielding, to whom, indeed, he had always been grossly unjust.He did not, indeed, carry his partiality so far as to place Evelina by the side of Clarissa and Sir Charles Grandison;yet he said that his little favourite had done enough to have made even Richardson feel uneasy.With Johnson's cordial approbation of the book was mingled a fondness, half gallant half paternal, for the writer; and this fondness his age and character entitled him to show without restraint.He began by putting her hand to his lips.But he soon clasped her in his huge arms, and implored her to be a good girl.She was his pet, his dear love, his dear little Burney, his little character-monger.At one time, he broke forth in praise of the good taste of her caps.At another time he insisted on teaching her Latin.That, with all his coarseness and irritability, he was a man of sterling benevolence, has long been acknowledged.But how gentle and endearing his deportment could be, was not known till the Recollections of Madame D'Arblay were published.
We have mentioned a few of the most eminent of those who paid their homage to the author of Evelina.The crowd of inferior admirers would require a catalogue as long as that in the second book of the Iliad.In that catalogue would be Mrs.Cholmondeley, the sayer of odd things, and Seward, much given to yawning, and Baretti, who slew the man in the Haymarket, and Paoli, talking broken English, and Langton, taller by the head than any other member of the club, and Lady Millar, who kept a vase wherein fools were wont to put bad verses, and Jerningham who wrote verses fit to be put into the vase of Lady Millar, and Dr.Franklin, not, as some have dreamed, the great Pennsylvanian Dr.Franklin, who could not then have paid his respects to Miss Burney without much risk of being hanged, drawn and quartered, but Dr.Franklin the less,Aias Meion outi todos ge dsos Telamonios Aias Alla polu meion.
It would not have been surprising if such success had turned even a strong head, and corrupted even a generous and affectionate nature.But, in the Diary, we can find no trace of any feeling inconsistent with a truly modest and amiable disposition.There is, indeed, abundant proof that Frances enjoyed with an intense, though a troubled joy, the honours which her genius had won; but it is equally clear that her happiness sprang from the happiness of her father, her sister, and her dear Daddy Crisp.While flattered by the great, the opulent, and the learned, while followed along the Steyne at Brighton, and the Pantiles at Tunbridge Wells, by the gaze of admiring crowds, her heart seems to have been still with the little domestic circle in Saint Martin's Street.If she recorded with minute diligence all the compliments, delicate and coarse, which she heard wherever she turned, she recorded them for the eyes of two or three persons who had loved her from infancy, who had loved her in obscurity, and to whom her fame gave the purest and most exquisite delight.
Nothing can be more unjust than to confound these outpourings of a kind heart, sure of perfect sympathy, with the egotism of a bluestocking, who prates to all who come near her about her own novel or her own volume of sonnets.
It was natural that the triumphant issue of Miss Burney's first venture should tempt her to try a second.Evelina, though it had raised her fame, had added nothing to her fortune.Some of her friends urged her to write for the stage.Johnson promised to give her his advice as to the composition.Murphy, who was supposed to understand the temper of the pit as well as any man of his time, undertook to instruct her as to stage effect.
