II.—HOW KING JAMES WAS PROCLAIMED FOR THE LAST TIME.
Next morning, the town, never dull, presented a gayer appearance than usual.
Fortunately, the weather was propitious, and enabled the ladies to come forth and see the troops paraded.
After this pretty sight, they proceeded to the Lancaster road to witness the entrance of the Highlanders, whom they were very curious to see.
They laughed a great deal at the strange dresses of the men, and stopped their ears to shut out the shrill sound of the bagpipes; but, on the whole, they were pleased.
As was the case wherever he went, Brigadier Mackintosh produced a strong effect upon the beholders. His tall martial figure rivetted their regards. On this occasion, the rigid muscles of the grim old warrior's countenance were somewhat relaxed, and he even attempted to smile.
Perhaps, he was gratified by the undisguised admiration of the Preston beauties.
However, the fair spectators were best pleased by a party of young recruits who followed the Highlanders.
Raw soldiers they might be, but they were very pretty fellows, and had plenty of spirit. Number, three dozen—not including captain. Height, rather below the average-features delicate and feminine—figures slight, but remarkably well formed.
Never did scarlet coats, laced cocked-hats, flaxen wigs, and all the rest of their accoutrements find more graceful wearers. Red and white cockades showed they were English—the Scots being distinguished by cockades of blue and white.