coffins
and carried to the mortuary till the funeral. Oddly enough, both
funerals were fixed for the same day; Munro's in the morning, and the
admiral's in the afternoon. The admiral's was to be a very grand
affair, all the troops in the garrison were to follow, as well as the
naval officers and sailors on board the guardships; the ceremony was
to be performed by the bishop, assisted by some other clergy while as
for poor Munro, I was to bury him at ten o'clock in the morning, six
men were told off to carry the coffin, and it was left to those who
liked to act as mourners.

"Well, the day of the funerals arrived, all the ships were decked
with flags half-mast high in honour of the admiral, minute-guns were
fired in honour of the admiral, church bells tolled in honour of the
admiral, while as for poor Munro (one or two of us excepted), no one
thought of him. Ten o'clock came, and I with the doctor and ore of
Munro's comrades, another middy, and the six sailors, who, by the
way, had all volunteered their services, set out for the mortuary; I
had a fancy to follow the poor fellow as far as I could, so I waited
while the jack tars went inside and fetched out the coffin covered
with the union-jack, and Munro's hat and sword on the top, and then
the little procession took its way across the neutral ground to the
English cemetery. I followed the coffin, and the other two brought up
the rear. The sentries did not salute us as we passed them. At last
we reached the cemetery gates. Here I was obliged to relegate my post
of chief mourner to the doctor, while I went into the chapel, put on
my surplice, and went to the door to meet the body. I then proceeded
to bury the poor boy, and when the union-jack was taken off and the
coffin lowered into the grave, I leant over to take one last look;
the doctor did the same, and as our eyes met the same emotion caused
us both to blow our noses violently, and it was in a voice of
suppressed emotion that I concluded the service.

"I was so disgusted with the way in which the poor boy had been
slighted that I had not intended going to the admiral's funeral; but
after burying Munro I felt more charitably disposed, so I got into my
uniform and duly attended the admiral's obsequies.

"It was a very grand affair indeed; the streets were thronged with
spectators, every window was filled with eager faces as the enormous
procession passed by. There were five regiments stationed in
Gibraltar at the