I know no better way of celebrating Doctor Johnson's birthday than by quoting a few passages from his "Prayers and Meditations," jotted down during his life in small note-books and given shortly before his death to a friend. No one understands the dear old doctor unless he remembers that his spirit was greatly perplexed and harassed by sad and disordered broodings. The bodily twitchings and odd gestures which attracted so much attention as he rolled about the streets were symptoms of painful twitchings and gestures within. A great part of his intense delight in convivial gatherings, in conversation and the dinner table, was due to his eagerness to be taken out of himself. One fears that his solitary hours were very often tragic. There were certain dates which Doctor Johnson almost always commemorated in his private notebook--his birthday, the date of his wife's death, the Easter season and New Year's. In these pathetic little entries one sees the spirit that was dogmatic and proud among men abasing itself in humility and pouring out the generous tenderness of an affectionate nature. In these moments of contrition small peccadilloes took on tragic importance in his mind. Rising late in the morning and the untidy state of his papers seemed unforgivable sins. There is hardly any more moving picture in the history of mankind than that of the rugged old doctor pouring out his innocent petitions for greater strength in ordering his life and bewailing his faults of sluggishness, indulgence at table and disorderly thoughts. Let us begin with his entry on September 18, 1760, his fifty-second birthday: RESOLVED, D.j. To combat notions of obligation. To apply to study. To reclaim imaginations. To consult the resolves on Tetty's [his wife's] coffin. To rise early. To study religion. To go to church. To drink less strong liquors. To keep a journal. To oppose laziness by doing what is to be done to-morrow. Rise as early as I can. Send for books for history of war. Put books in order. Scheme of life. The very human feature of these little notes is that the same good resolutions appear year after year. Thus, four years after the above, we find him writing: Sept. 18, 1764. This is my 56th birthday, the day on which I have concluded 55 years. I have outlived many friends, I have felt many sorrows. I have made few improvements. Since my resolution formed last Easter, I have made no advancement in knowledge or in goodness; nor do I recollect that I have endeavored it. I am dejected, but not hopeless. I resolve, To study the Scriptures; I hope, in the original languages. Six hundred and forty verses every Sunday will nearly comprise the Scriptures in a year. To read good books; to study theology. To treasure in my mind passages for recollection. To rise early; not later than six, if I can; I hope sooner, but as soon as I can. To keep a journal, both of employment and of expenses. To keep accounts.