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homage and to bow down before the tombs of the martyrs shot by the Huns. xxxx etc.

At the GRAND' PLACE. The PROCESSION.
    It is nearly 2.30 p.m. when the King arrives in an auto , at the Grand 'Place . The troops present arms and the band of the 8th line plays the "Brabançonne ". The crowd shouts but immediately after there is an awed silence  under the deep emotion of the present time .
     The King passes rapidly before the troops , standing before the "Maison du Roi" then enters the town hall.
     Through the entrance of the large central door  the heavy foldings and hangings  of the state chapel are discerned .

     Quite silent and deeply impressed, the crowd waits . . . . . Not a sound is heard; only the pawing of the horses disturbs now and then the deep calm that fills the whole place . The sun vainly throws showers of sunbeams on the gloomy scene , no trace of gaiety can pierce the heavy gloom . There are hours when our eyes are shut to the beauties of life . . . . . Has not bloody war [[marked]] souls, most able to enjoy the charms of existence , with its dreadful hands ! . . . .

     A t 2. 50 a movement is made towards the gloomy big door, full of shade and sorrow .
     All of a sudden trumpets sound . Soldiers present arms and all are bare-headed .

     The first coffin wrapped in the folds of the national flag appears borne by six soldiers . Slowly and with measured tread the soldiers direct their steps towards the centre of the square and go and lay their burden on the first canon. And, some minutes later, another coffin comes out of the gloomy shade . . . . . Afterwards the heart-rending procession of 18 other coffins is beheld . . . . From the distance , the procession represents an immense banner bending and waving over the soldiers heads . The trumpets only cease to sound when the last coffin has been laid on the last canon. on the left on the black part of the flag , which covers the last remains of the heroe , the cross of the order of Leopold sparkles- a little red spot on the national colors .

     It is a quarter past 3 when the procession is set in motion towards the rue de la Colline , while the band of the 18th regiment plays a funeral march .

     At the head , a detachment of a hundred men of the 8th line reg: walks , framing the flag veiled in the regiment's  crape. Then surrounded by a guard of honor , the canons drawn by splendid lack horses advance, the noise of the wheels on the stones deafening the strains of the funeral march . . . . .