coat is
without a collar, cut a little lower than the waistcoat, sloping from
above outwards, showing eight buttons, and apparently of greenish-brown
velvet.

The pool which formerly ornamented the garden had disappeared; but the
boathouse is still there, and the room above it in which the Doctor used
to keep his Antiquarian Collection and other artistic treasures. As to
the lawns, shrubberies, gardens, orchards, and pleasaunces, there is
scarcely a remnant left.

Of the once sweet and pellucid stream, spanned by an ornamental bridge,
which conducted the rambler to the pleasant meads beyond, nothing remains
but the name, "Willenhall Brook"--it is now little better than a dirty
open sewer.

It may not be generally known that a passing allusion is made to Wilkes
in Boswell's "Life of Johnson."

In the IV. chapter of Vol. I. of this monumental biography we read that
in 1740 Dr. Johnson wrote "an epitaph on Phillips, a musician, which was
afterwards published with some other pieces of his, in 'Mrs. Williams's
Miscellanies.' This epitaph is so exquisitely beautiful, that I remember
even Lord Kaines, strangely prejudiced as he was against Dr. Johnson, was
compelled to allow it very high praise. It has been ascribed to Mr.
Garrick from its appearing at first with the signature G; but I have
heard Mr. Garrick declare it was written by Dr. Johnson, and give the
following account of the manner in which it was composed. Johnson and he
were sitting together, when amongst other things Garrick repeated an
epitaph upon this Phillips, by a Dr. Wilkes, in these words:--

Exalted soul! whose harmony could please
The love-sick virgin, and the gouty ease;
Could jarring discord, like Amphion, move
To beauteous order and harmonious love;
Rest here in peace, till angels bid thee rise
And meet thy blessed Saviour in the skies.

"Johnson shook his head at the common-place funeral lines, and said to
Garrick, 'I think, Davy, I can make better.'"

The great biographer goes on to state that Johnson, after stirring about
his tea and meditating a little while, produced these lines:--

Exalted soul! thy various sounds could please
The love-sick virgin, and the gouty ease;
Could jarring crowds, like old Amphion, move
To beauteous order and harmonious love.
Rest here in peace, till angels bid thee rise,
And join thy Saviour's concert in the skies.

Suffice it to add that the personage w