KENSINGTON 



VIIT 



But we must not foro;et that we are travellino; to 

 Brentford sixty- two years ago. Let us, therefore, 

 whij) up the horses, and, passing the first milestone 

 at the corner of the lane which a future generation to 

 that of 1837 is to know by the name of 

 the Exhibition Road, hurry on to Ken- 

 sington. 



Kensino'ton in this vear of the acces- 

 sion of Her Majesty Queen Victoria is 

 havinir an unusual amount of attention 

 paid to it. Every one is bursting with 

 loyalty towards the girl of eighteen 

 suddenly called upon to rule over the 

 nation, and crowds throng the old- 

 fashioned Hio;h Street of Kensino-ton at 

 the end by Palace Green, eager to see Her 

 Majesty drive forth from Kensington 

 Palace. They are kept at a respectful 

 distance by a sentry in a dress which 

 succeedino- generations will think absurd. 



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White trousers, coatee, stiff stock, rigid cross-belts, 

 and a shako like the upper part of the funnel of a 

 penny steamer were whimsical things to go a-soldier- 

 ing in, but the Tommy Atkins of that time had no 

 other or easier kind of uniform, and it will be left 

 for the Crimean War, seventeen years later, to prove 

 the folly of it. 



The palace is well guarded, for the Government, 

 for their part, have not yet learned to trust the 



TOMMY ATKIXS, 

 1S3S. 



