Bonstetten told me, that when he was walking one day with Gray in a crowded street of the city (about 1769), a large uncouth figure was rolling before them, upon seeing which Gray exclaimed, with some bitterness, "Look, look, Bonstetten! — the great bear! — There goes Ursa Major!" This was Johnson: Gray could not abide him. It must be confessed that he had but little reason to look upon the sturdy lexicographer with reverence.