24 CLAREMONT. 



at whose dangling chains and half- decayed 

 bones in our holiday walks I had cast many 

 a stone, we ascended Kingston-hill, leaving 

 CoombeWood, the seat of Lord Hawkesbury, 

 afterwards the Earl of Liverpool, on the 

 left, and Richmond Park on the right, from 

 whence you have a wide extent of pros- 

 pect the Thames winding its majestic 

 course to the great metropolis from the 

 foot of an eminence, where stands the lofty 

 towers of Windsor Castle, (the residence of 

 our sovereigns for centuries), first washing 

 with its yet unpolluted waters the villas of 

 Pope and Horace Walpole. 



Passing through the old and ill- paved town 

 of Kingston, where rests the rude stone on 

 which the Saxon monarch sat at his coro- 

 nation,* on the opposite side of the river 



* This remarkable relic has of late been surrounded by 

 an iron palisade, the better to preserve to remote posterity 

 so singular a memorial of the rude simplicity of our Saxon 

 ancestors. It may be said to represent the lasting solidity 

 of a constitutional monarchy, of which it is aptly the foun- 

 dation-stone. 



