_Nutts._ Never heard of one of the apostles with such a post--did you? Consecrated! I s’pose dipped in blood, and then fumigated with gunpowder. _Limpy._ Is that the way, Mr Nutts? _Nutts._ Can’t tell for certain, as I never read the recipe in the New Testament. _Tickle._ I once heard how it was done. The beadle o’ St Giles’ told me all about it. The colours are taken into the church, and the parson or the bishop, as it may be, who’s to bless ’em, stays in the church, fasting all night with ’em, praying that every bullet as is fired off under ’em shall be directed by an angel; that every sword drawn beneath ’em, and cutting through the skull of a man, shall have the edge of it sharpened by Christian love; and that every bayonet thrust into the bowels of a man shall be pushed home with a blessing. And he prays that wherever them colours may wave, all the gunpowder may be kept dry under the wings of angels; and the firelocks be continually oiled by the tears of Christian spirits. After all, it must be a great comfort to a man--shot down, mangled, and mashed like a crushed frog--to turn his dying eyes to them colours and remember there’s a parson’s blessing on ’em. It must give him some pleasure to think of it when he’s screeching for water, it may be, all night, and the moon with her cold, white, unpitying face looking down upon him. Consecrated colours! Well, if the flags are consecrated, in course they fire with sacred gunpowder and holy bullets. And then the bombshells! They can’t be s’posed to carry death and destruction when they drop; but, being blessed, must fall like manna in the streets and on the roofs of houses. _Slowgoe._ None o’ your sedition, Mr Tickle, none o’ your sedition. Noble regiment the 13th Foot, and nobly rewarded! Why, it seems as long ago as 1776, when they were commanded by the Duke of Cumberland---- _Nutts._ What! Billy the Butcher, as they called him? _Slowgoe._ As long ago as 1776 (_reads_), “as a mark of distinction for their gallant conduct, the sashes of the officers and sergeants were ordered to be tied on the _right_ side instead _of the left._” _Nutts._ The officers and sergeants only! Then the privates did nothing in the way of fighting? And what a mark of distinction, to be sure! Why didn’t they at the same time order ’em to change the gaiters of the regiment, wearing the right on the left leg, and the left on the right; or to turn their hats the hind part afore, or their shirts inside out? _Slowgoe._ And now the brave 13th, for fighting in India like any dragons, come in for more luck. For “her Majesty has been pleased to order the facings of the regiment from _yellow_ to _blue_, and the regiment to be called Prince Albert’s Regiment”!