The next day a number of copies of the New York _Gazette_ and _Weekly Mercury_ of the issue of July 13, 1778, found their way into the city. They were found to contain the following advertisement:
For the encouragement of all Gentlemen Volunteers, Who are willing to serve in his Majesty's Regt. of Roman Catholic Volunteers,
During the present wanton and unnatural Rebellion, AND NO LONGER, The sum of FOUR POUNDS, will be given above the usual Bounty, A suit of NEW CLOTHES, And every other necessary to complete a Gentleman soldier.
Those who are willing to show their attachment to their King and country by engaging in the above regiment, will call at Captain M'Kennon, at No. 51, in Cherry-street, near the Ship Yards, NEW YORK, or at Major John Lynch, encamped at Yellow-Hook, where they will receive present pay and good quarters.
N. B.--Any person bringing a well-bodied loyal subject to either of the above places, shall receive ONE GUINEA for his trouble.
It was not until the following Wednesday night that John Anderson was ready to pay his respects to Mistress Marjorie.
He had worked on the miniature since Saturday, and had regarded his finished product with eminent satisfaction. He had drawn her as she appeared to him on the night of the reception in the pose which he had best remembered her during the interval when she sat out the dance with him; her head turned partly towards him, revealing her small oval face surmounted by a wealth of brown hair, powdered to a gray; her small nose with just a suggestion of a dilatation lending to the face an expression of strength that the rest of the countenance only gave color to; the mouth, firmly set, its lines curving upward, as it should be, to harmonize with her disposition; the eyes, a soft brown, full of candor and sincerity, delicately shadowed by slender and arched eyebrows on a smooth forehead.
Marjorie could not conceal her enthusiasm as he handed it to her. Unable to restrain her curiosity, she arose hurriedly and went to the window to benefit by the less obscure light.
"Is--am I as pretty as that?" she exclaimed from her vantage point, without lifting her eyes from the portrait.
"Only more so," responded Anderson. "My memory poorly served me."