to the M’Manus grave, followed by some of the bands playing the “Adeste Fidelis.”  As fast as the files passed through others marched up, and when, after some time the carriage containing Mr. John Martin arrived, the open ground fronting the cemetery was one enormous mass of the processionists, while behind on the road leading up to this point thousands were to be seen moving slowly forward to the strains of the “Dead March,” given out by the bands immediately in front of the hearses.

   MR. MARTIN’S ADDRESS.

On the arrival of the procession at the cemetery Mr. Martin was hailed with loud applause.  It being understood he would make some observations, the multitude gathered together to hear him.  He addressed the vast multitude from the window of a house overlooking the great open space in front of the cemetery.  On presenting himself he was received with enthusiastic cheering.  When silence was obtained he said:—­

“Fellow-countrymen—­This is a strange kind of funeral procession in which we are engaged to-day.  We are here, a vast multitude of men, women, and children in a very inclement season of the year, under rain and through mud.  We are here escorting three empty hearses to the consecrated last resting place of those who die in the Lord (cheers).  The three bodies that we would tenderly bear to the churchyard, and would bury in consecrated ground with all the solem rites of religion, are not here.  They are away in a foreign and hostile land (hear, hear), where they have been thrown into unconsecrated ground, branded by the triumphant hatred of our enemies as the vile remains of murderers (cries of ‘no murderers,’ and cheers).  Those three men whose memories we are here to-day to honour—­Allen, O’Brien, and Larkin—­they were not murderers (great cheering). [A Voice—­Lord have mercy on them.] Mr. Martin—­These men were pious men, virtuous men—­they were men who feared God and loved their country.  They sorrowed for the sorrows of the dear old native land of their love (hear, hear).  They wished, if possible, to save her, and for that love and for that wish they were doomed to an ignominious death at the hands of the British hangman (hear, hear).  It was as Irish patriots that these men were doomed to death (cheers).  And it was as Irish patriots that they met their death (cheers).  For these reasons, my countrymen, we here to-day have joined in this solemn procession to honour their memories (cheers).  For that reason we say from our hearts, ’May their souls rest in peace’ (cries of Amen, and cheers).  For that reason, my countrymen, we join in their last prayer, ‘God save Ireland’ (enthusiastic cheering).  The death of these three men was an act of English policy. [Here there was some interruption caused by the fresh arrivals and the pushing forward.] I beg of all within reach of my voice to end this demonstration as we have carried it through to the present time, with admirable patience, in the best