with whom he remained until death deprived him of his patron, at which time the library was sold, and poor Patterson discharged. He was an honourable and industrious man, and subsequently supported himself by now and then making book-catalogues. His friendship for me knew no abatement; and I had the painful duty of attending his funeral from Norton-street, together with his old friends. Walker, the Teacher of Elocution; Mortimer, the Author of "Every Man his own Broker;" Waldron, well known as a collector of materials £or the Life of Ben Jonson; John Ireland, who was then preparing his Anecdotes of Hogarth; James Pearson, the celebrated Glass-stainer, who married Patterson's daughter Margaret, (lately deceased); and Patterson's two sons, the youngest of whom was Samuel, Dr. Johnson's godson, in whose favour he wrote the letter to Sir Joshua Reynolds, given in Boswell's Life of Johnson.
Upon our arrival at the church-yard of St. Paul, Covent-Garden, it was discovered that the vault, which had been made for Patterson's wife, was at least six inches too short; for his own coffin; we were, therefore, under the painful necessity of seeing the funeral ceremony performed above-ground, in order that the cler-
