We passed in our walk a house out of which a funeral procession was coming.  It was that of a young lad of our own age, we were told.  That and the neighbouring houses were hung with blue cloth.  The hearse and liveries of the servants, and the trappings of the horses, were of the same colour.  His hands were crossed before him with a cup in them.  The decorations at the funerals of young children are red, those only of grown-up people are black.  If boys are named after any of the saints, they are dressed in appropriate costumes.  If after Saint John, a pen is placed in one hand and a book in the other.  If after Saint Francis or Saint Anthony, he has a monk's gown and cowl.  Sometimes a boy is called after the archangel Michael, and then he wears a gilt pasteboard helmet, a tunic with a belt round the waist, tight red boots, and his hand resting on a sword.  Poor little girls, with rouge and false locks, are made to represent Madonnas and female saints.  Jerry and I agreed that we should not like to be rigged out in that guise after we were dead.