There’s no place like home
The trust that maintains Dr. Johnson’s former house in Gough Square in London has a spiffy new web site. And if you’ve got £650 to spare, you can even rent it out for a night.

The trust that maintains Dr. Johnson’s former house in Gough Square in London has a spiffy new web site. And if you’ve got £650 to spare, you can even rent it out for a night.
This inscription isn’t technically accurate, since this book was not a gift to Samuel Johnson from the author, the Roman poet Tibullus, who died about 1800 years before it was published. It’s actually from the translator, James Grainger, who in addition to being Johnson’s friend was a physician and accomplished man of letters. Perhaps unfairly, Grainger may be best remembered for the unfortunate reception of his poem The Sugar-Cane. Boswell reports that “This poem, when read in manuscript at Sir Joshua Reynolds’s, had made all the assembled wits burst into a laugh, when, after much blank-verse pomp, the poet began a new paragraph thus: ‘Now, Muse, let’s sing of rats.'”