During all this time Fifth avenue was crowded with handsome equipages of all kinds going to and from the park. Among those who drove by were John Jacob Astor and his wife in a stylish drag. Neither the Anarchists nor the other spectators recognized them, or there might have been, judging from the character of the crowd, some unpleasant demonstration. The police, however, were very alert, and kept a watchful eye upon every movement of the crowd. The majority of the men who attended the funeral walked to and from the house. When the services were over and the doors were opened, the first to step out were H. Walter Webb and Chauncey M. Depew. Mr. Depew was, of course, recognized, but Whitelaw Reid, who followed him, was not. As the guests came out of the house the police still had some difficulty in keeping the crowd back. A number of women fell into line, expecting that they would be admitted to the house as soon as the invited guests had departed. Finding that this was not the case, they lingered for a few minutes and then slowly went their way. In fifteen minutes the crowd disappeared entirely, and the avenue resumed its normal appearance. The following morning the remains of Jay Gould were placed beside those of his wife in the mausoleum in Woodlawn cemetery. They were placed in a catacomb at just half past twelve. Barring the irreverent chatter of the idle onlookers, nearly all of whom were women, no words were uttered except by Chancellor MacCracken. A crowd gathered in front of the Gould residence early this morning. Two policemen kept them back, and they stood around and looked angry. At 9:30 the flowers were taken to the cemetery. Soon after 10 o’clock the hearse and eight carriages appeared. It was an extremely plain hearse and the carriages, except George Gould’s smart brougham, were of the ordinary four-wheeled funeral variety. The immediate members of the family entered them and Undertaker Main, alone in a carriage, led the way up Fifth avenue to the cemetery. After the brief services were over the mourners departed. The mausoleum in Woodlawn cemetery in which the dead multi-millionaire is resting is more magnificent and costly than the homes of many people whose money paid for it. The station on the New York and Harlem river railroad is near the northeast corner of the cemetery. Central avenue goes by the office of the superintendent and winds through the snowy slopes for about half a mile. About fifty feet from this avenue rises a mound crowned by a tiny Greek temple. That is Jay Gould’s tomb. The plot of ground is circular and contains 30,000 square feet. The price of ground in such a select location is $2 per square foot, so the space alone cost $60,000.