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tlie Eobin Hood to water the nags_, for tlie day is hot 

 and the way is dusty. Then on up the hill past the 

 numerous suburban residences which have sprung up 

 in the locality of Coombe Wood, until the town of 

 Kingston is reached where the first stage ends^ aud 

 we pull up at the Sun, when a fresh team is speedil}' 

 put to. Then on again by the riverside, the stream 

 sparkling in the bright sunlight, and gay with 

 pleasure-boats and parties, past the enormous water- 

 works constructed for the supply of London, through 

 Esher, leaving Claremont on the left, pulling up at 

 Cobham, at the White Lion, again to wash out the 

 horses^ mouths. 



From Esher to Cobham the road is lovely^ and as 

 we drive beneath the grateful -shade of the pine-trees, 

 the air is redolent of their perfume, which the great 

 heat of the sun has extracted. Then, time being up, 

 we jog along at a fair pace, with a full load, to Ripley^ 

 which finishes the second stage. 



Our fresh team being put to, we trot away until the 

 fine old town of Guildford is reached, stopping at the 

 White Hart to put on the skid, in order to descend 

 with safety the exceedingly steep hill, which forms the 

 High Street ; then, crossing the bridge at the end of 

 the town, we go straight away for Godalming, passing 

 the numerous charming residences which abound in 

 this favoured locality. Pulling up at 1.25 sharp at 

 the Angel, where half an hour is allowed for luncheon, 

 we find the landlady, Mrs. Stokes, fully prepared and 

 equal to the occasion on the arrival of the London 

 coach. 



Now, Godalming, though a charming place, seems 

 to one accustomed to the gay scenes of the metro- 



