_Aug. 8._--An exceedingly pretty scene was exhibited to-day to their
majesties. We came, as usual on every alternate Tuesday, to Kew. The
queen's Lodge is at the end of a long meadow, surrounded with houses,
which is called Kew green; and this was quite filled with all the
inhabitants of the place--the lame, old, blind, sick, and infants, who
all assembled, dressed in their Sunday garb, to line the sides of
the roads through which their majesties passed, attended by a band of
musicians, arranged in the front, who began “God save the King!” the
moment they came upon the green, and finished it with loud huzzas. This
was a compliment at the expense of the better inhabitants, who paid the
musicians themselves, and mixed in with the group, which indeed left not
a soul, I am told, in any house in the place.
This testimony of loyal satisfaction in the king's safe return, after
the attempted assassination, affected the queen to tears: nor were they
shed alone; for almost everybody's flowed that witnessed the scene. The
queen, speaking of it afterwards, said,
“O! I shall always love little Kew for this!”