A handsome wreath of lilies of the valley, orchids and bride roses was received from Mrs. Hall of 559 Fifth avenue. Mrs. Herbert sent a bunch of lilies of the valley and roses. Gen. Thomas Eckert sent a wreath of orchids and roses. Mrs. Dillon Brown sent a bunch of lilies of the valley and orchids. J. B. Houston sent a full-rigged ship made of lilies of the valley, roses and violets, with two flags flying and this inscription in violets: “The Voyage Ended--Safe in Port.” The ship was placed on a gilt cabinet in the northeast corner, and the other pieces were disposed about the room. A large number of persons had been expected, and arrangements had been made accordingly. Many camp chairs had been piled up in the hall, the second drawing-room and the dining-room. After all the visitors had gone, the members of the family, including Mr. Gould’s brother, Abraham, and his sisters, Mrs. Palen and Mrs. Northrup, took a last look at the features, and the casket was closed. Although it grew bitterly cold in the late afternoon, the crowd outside did not diminish while the services were in progress. Occasionally the onlookers crowded up to the gates so that the four uniformed policemen had to get together and push them back. A picturesque feature, but by no means a pleasant one, was the presence of several unwashed, long-haired individuals, supposedly Anarchists, raggedly clothed and with red cotton neckerchiefs, who stood muttering and cursing to themselves and glaring fixedly upon the house. A wily speculator had obtained possession of some visiting cards of Edwin Gould, and had sold them at a premium. Many of his customers presented these to the policemen, and they seemed quite surprised and chagrined when they were told they would not be recognized. One elderly woman, in a black bombazine dress, with an old-fashioned bonnet, became extremely indignant because she was not allowed to enter the mansion. She said she lived “up in the state,” and that she had traveled sixty miles especially to attend the funeral of Jay Gould. “It is a shame,” she cried, waving a rusty parasol and speaking to the crowd in the street. “They’re rich enough. Why didn’t they hire a church?” Another peculiarity about the sidewalk spectators was that nearly all the men and boys were either German or Russian, while the greater part of the women were also foreigners. The crowd climbed up the stoops of the adjoining and neighboring residences until they were driven away by servants with the aid of the police. Every time the great glass doors opened at the Gould residence there was a craning of necks and a rush for the stoop. There was absolutely nothing to be seen except the undertaker’s assistants. One woman told a little circle around her that she had seen the casket, and seemed very proud of her achievement and the distinction which it conferred upon her in the eyes of her auditors.