ɪnstˈɛd, dʒˈɑːnsən wʌz lˈɑːdʒd æt bˈɑːswɜːθ hˈɔːl ænd, ɪnðə wˈɜːdz ʌv dʒˈɑːnsənz baɪˈɑːɡɹəfɚ dʒˈeɪmz bˈɑːzwɛl hˌuː hˌædɪt fɹʌm dʒˈɑːnsənz lˈaɪflɔŋ fɹˈɛnd, ænd nˌɪɹ nˈeɪbɚɹ ʌv dˈɪksi, dʒˈɑːn tˈeɪlɚɹ ʌv ˈæʃboːɹn, dʒˈɑːnsən bɪkˈeɪm "ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv dəmˈɛstɪk tʃˈæplɪn, sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ æt lˈiːst, æz tə sˈeɪ ɡɹˈeɪs æt tˈeɪbəl, bˌʌt wʌz tɹˈiːɾᵻd wɪð wʌt hiː ɹˌɛpɹᵻzˈɛntᵻd æz ɪntˈɑːlɚɹəbəl hˈɑːɹʃnəs; ænd, ˈæftɚ sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ fɚɹə fjˈuː mˈʌnθs sˈʌtʃ kˈɑːmplᵻkˌeɪɾᵻd mˈɪzɚɹi, hiː ɹᵻlˈɪŋkwɪʃt ɐ sˌɪtʃuːˈeɪʃən fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ ˈɔːl hɪz lˈaɪf ˈæftɚwɚdz hiː ɹˈɛkəlˌɛktᵻd wɪððə stɹˈɔŋɡɪst ɐvˈɜːʒən, ænd ˈiːvən ɐ dᵻɡɹˈiː ʌv hˈɔɹɚ".
Instead, Johnson was lodged at Bosworth Hall and, in the words of Johnson's biographer James Boswell (who had it from Johnson's lifelong friend, and near neighbour of Dixie, John Taylor of Ashbourne), Johnson became "a kind of domestick chaplain, so far at least, as to say grace at table, but was treated with what he represented as intolerable harshness; and, after suffering for a few months such complicated misery, he relinquished a situation for which all his life afterwards he recollected with the strongest aversion, and even a degree of horrour".