The first intention, after the death of Jay Gould, was that the funeral services over his remains should be as public as the limited accommodations of the house would permit. Ex-Judge John T. Dillon, who had been one of the legal advisers of Mr. Gould, and Dr. Munn, Mr. Gould’s personal and private physician, met nearly all of the members of the family and agreed upon funeral arrangements with that understanding. But it was soon discovered that the probable result of a public funeral would be a blockade of Fifth avenue, and the intention was consequently abandoned. The funeral services were held in the mansion where he had lived and died, at four o’clock Monday afternoon, December 5, 1892. They were heard by his children, whom he had loved, and by many others whom he had known well in life, and some tears fell as they were uttered--not so many, perhaps, as have fallen at the funerals of other men who have attained prominence--and on his coffin were lying flowers, placed there by the hands of affection and of friendship, tokens of sorrow, clearly sincere and deep, that those who gave them would see him no more. Outside of the house Fifth avenue and Forty-seventh street were crowded with inquisitive men and women, who were grievously disappointed because they were not allowed to enter to look at the face of the dead and to stare at the trappings of wealth. But the policemen who guarded the entrance were inexorable, and there was nothing to do but to stand on the pavement and gaze at those who entered and at the walls and windows. In the early morning there were many callers at the house. Most of them were from out of town, and had come to attend the funeral services. They were met at the door by George Gould. Those who desired were permitted to go upstairs and look at the face of the dead. The body was in the rear bedroom on the second floor. It had not been disturbed since it was first lifted from the bed where Mr. Gould died on Friday morning. It was in a mahogany box surrounded by flowers and covered with a black cloth. A servant stood at the head and lifted the cloth for each visitor. None of the callers stayed more than a few minutes. They went across the street to the Windsor Hotel to await the hour for the holding of the services.