As yet all had been conducted with tolerable propriety, the funeral met with no impediment.  The presence of death among so many of them seemed some check upon the licence of the mob, who bowed in silence to the majesty of death.

Who could bear ill-will against him who was now no more?  Man, while he is man, is always the subject of hatred, fear, or love.  Some one of these passions, in a modified state, exists in all men, and with such feelings they will regard each other; and it is barely possible that any one should not be the object of some of these, and hence the stranger’s corpse was treated with respect.

In silence the body proceeded along the highway until it came to the churchyard, and followed by an immense multitude of people of all grades.

The authorities trembled; they knew not what all this portended.  They thought it might pass off; but it might become a storm first; they hoped and feared by turns, till some of them fell sick with apprehension.

There was a deep silence observed by all those in the immediate vicinity of the coffin, but those farther in the rear found full expression for their feelings.

“Do you think,” said an old man to another, “that he will come to life again, eh?”—­“Oh, yes, vampyres always do, and lay in the moonlight, and then they come to life again.  Moonlight recovers a vampyre to life again.”

“And yet the moonlight is cold.”—­“Ah, but who’s to tell what may happen to a vampyre, or what’s hot or what’s cold?”

“Certainly not; oh, dear, no.”—­“And then they have permission to suck the blood of other people, to live themselves, and to make other people vampyres, too.”

“The lord have mercy upon us!”—­“Ay, but they have driven a stake through this one, and he can’t get in moonlight or daylight; it’s all over—­he’s certainly done for; we may congratulate ourselves on this point.”

“So we may—­so we may.”

They now neared the grave, the clergyman officiating as usual on such occasions.  There was a large mob of persons on all sides, with serious faces, watching the progress of the ceremony, and who listened in quietness.

There was no sign of any disturbance amongst the people, and the authorities were well pleased; they congratulated themselves upon the quietness and orderliness of the assemblage.

The service was ended and the coffin lowered, and the earth was thrown on the coffin-lid with a hollow sound.  Nobody could hear that sound unmoved.  But in a short while the sound ceased as the grave became filled; it was then trodden carefully down.

There were no relatives there to feel affected at the last scene of all.  They were far away, and, according to popular belief upon the subject, they must have been dead some ages.

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The mob watched the last shovel-full of earth thrown upon the coffin, and witnessed the ramming down of the soil, and the heaping of it over at top to make the usual monument; for all this was done speedily and carefully, lest there should be any tendency to exhume the body of the deceased.