text:  Dear old Sir Roger de Coverley! gentle Will Honeycombe! ye were the last that knew how to unite the graces and the dignity of these two discordant garments: from your times down to those of poor Beau Brummell coats and waistcoats have degenerated through all degrees of folly even to the verge of stark staring madness! The noble mantle and the solemn cloak its successor and the comfortable roquelaire its grandson and the old farmer-like great-coat its _arriere-petit-fils_ and the pilot-coat the great-coat's brother that ran away from home and went to sea and the paletot a foreign bastard that could not prove who its father was nor even tell how it came by its name and the wrapper the paletot's cousin a regular commercial gent--such is the genealogy of that other family of garments which we cherish as our household gods