I took my leave of Dr. JOHNSON; and waited on BURKE; he lived then in WESTMINSTER; and in the broad sanctuary. I found him reading a very ingenious, and witty pamphlet, which had lately been published, entitled, anticipation; it was written by TICKELL; a grandson of ADDISON'S friend of that name. It proved auspicious to the interest, and good fortune and my lord NORTH, raised from low, to very liberal circumstances. That performance was executed on a judicious, and happy plan: it gave the speeches of the different members of the house of commons, with a striking, yet ludicrous imitation, of their usual substance; and of their usual manner or style. It applied a speech to BURKE; in which the writer showed very uncommon talents; in which he showed himself worthy to represent that learned, and ardent orator; — it had his flow, and splendour of language; his apposite, and poignant arguments; his keen retort; his poetical metaphor; his classical allusion. As soon as I payed my compliments to that gentleman, he laid down the pamphlet, and said, — "Here is a man who has made a better speech for me, than I could have made for myself."