Which relates several curious things that took place after the great battle of the miracle was decided; and also how A great quarrel arose concerning the government of Kalorama.

“Faith, gentlemen,” said Commander Potter, as with a long pole, his attendants drew him, besmeared with soft black mud, from the frog-pond, “though I know not how the battle goes, and am not a bit bruised in my person, I am much concerned for the damage to my uniform.  My horse I freely forgive, for he is really a trusty animal.  Go then and bring him to me, for though he served me this dirty trick, my heart will not let me forget his past goodness.”  And while a messenger was dispatched in search of the wayward steed, the general was got to his head-quarters, where a change of raiment so altered his appearance that when his generals came to announce the result of the battle scarce one of them recognised him until he spoke.  In truth he was quietly stretched upon a bed, with nothing on but his breeches, shirt, and night cap.  But when they announced to him the manner in which this great victory was won, he sprang to his feet, and giving vent to his ecstacy, declared it nothing less than a miracle.  “Faith of my mother!” he exclaimed, placing his hands to his belly and tossing his head, “now I know that my horse Battle was preserved to me for a great purpose.”

“Aye sir, it is wise of you to say so,” replied Broadbottom, taking him gravely by the hand, “but it is my melancholy duty to inform you that the poor animal is killed.  But it may afford you consolation to know that he first killed the King and his mule.”  This sad news so affected the general that he could with difficulty restrain his tears.  Indeed the words choaked in his throat for several minutes, and he seemed completely overcome with melancholy.  “You must remember, general,” replied Goneti, with a flourish of his sword, “that it is to this animal we owe the success of our arms.”

“I am delighted with this excellent account of my horse,” said the Commander, with regained cheerfulness.  “It is true, an accident I need not describe here, deprived you of the great service I had intended to bestow upon this battle.  If, however, it was by my horse, then by all all the rules of war, I am entitled to a large share of the honor.  It was a miracle performed by him, gentlemen; and viewing it in that light, I am consoled for his death, and so peace be with him.”

Broadbottom now stepped forward, in his uniform, and, with a twinkle of mischief in his eye, replied:  “Our Commander has it exactly.  And if it please him, we will have this battle called the Battle of the Miracle!”