Lord William was laid to rest in the family vault at Clonagam Church, and the whole route from the boat to the Clonagam was wonderful; every little child wanted to pay a last tribute to their friend, the road was packed and lined with those who cared, not sightseers.
Among the four waggon loads of wreathes, crosses, and other flower tokens of respect and affection, was one from his brother Lord Charles, “In memory of lovable, chivalrous Bill, from his broken-hearted brother, Charles.”
Everyone mourned for Lord William, even the cabmen in London, Dublin and elsewhere. The newspapers were full of “Our Bill” and amongst the many touching references to his death, I think the following is one of the nicest.
Lord William Beresford
Born July 20th, 1847, died December 30th, 1900
The old grey year is stricken down—and lying
(The days are dark, the trees stand gaunt and bare)
Stretches its hand and takes from us—while dying—
One whom we ill could spare.
Soldier and sportman, no fond hand could save you