he
centre of the market-place is a colossal statue of Johnson, seated upon
a square pedestal: it is by Lucas, and was executed at the expense of
the Rev. Chancellor Law, in 1838. By the side of a footpath leading from
Dam-street to Stow, formerly stood a large willow, said to have been
planted by Johnson. It was blown down, in 1829; but one of its shoots
was preserved and planted upon the same spot: it was in the year 1848 a
large tree, known in the town as "Johnson's Willow."

Mr. Lomax, who for many years kept a bookseller's shop--"The Johnson's
Head," in Bird-street, Lichfield, possessed several articles that
formerly belonged to Johnson, which have been handed down by a clear and
indisputable ownership. Amongst them is his own _Book of Common Prayer_,
in which are written, in pencil, the four Latin lines printed in Strahan's
edition of the Doctor's Prayers. There are, also, a sacrament-book, with
Johnson's wife's name in it, in his own handwriting; an autograph letter
of the Doctor's to Miss Porter; two tea-spoons, an ivory tablet, and a
breakfast table; a Visscher's Atlas, paged by the Doctor, and a manuscript
index; Davies's _Life of Garrick_, presented to Johnson by the publisher;
a walking cane; and a Dictionary of Heathen Mythology, with the
Doctor's MS. corrections. His wife's wedding-ring, afterwards made into
a mourning-ring; and a massive chair, in which he customarily sat, were
also in Mr Lomax's possession.

Among the few persons living in the year 1848 who ever saw Dr. Johnson,
was Mr. Dyott, of Lichfield: this was seventy-four years before, or in
1774, when the Doctor and Boswell, on their tour into Wales, stopped at
Ashbourne, and there visited Mr. Dyott's father, who was then residing
at Ashbourne Hall.[9]

[9] "The Dyotts," notes Croker, "are a respectable and wealthy family,
still residing near Lichfield. The royalist who shot Lord Brooke when
assaulting St. Chad's Cathedral, in Lichfield, on St. Chad's Day, was
a Mr. Dyott."

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COLERIDGE A SOLDIER.

After Coleridge left Cambridge, he came to London, where soon feeling
himself forlorn and destitute, he enlisted as a soldier in the 15th
Elliot's Light Dragoons. "On his arrival at the quarters of the
regiment," says his friend and biographer, Mr. Gilman, "the general of
the district inspected the recruits, and looking hard at Coleridge, with
a military air, inquired 'What's your name, sir?' 'Comberb