Went to 9 Holy Communion, studied some French, went to 12 High Mass, and helped Mám at roller and turning over. The choir sang Pembauer’s Mass gloriously, but there were not many in church on account of procession being just after. The Beadle has got a new uniform and looked fine. Then home for dinner, rushed out and was up at the College for 2. After a short practice we marched in order to the Cathedral through thousands of men waiting to join up. At the Cathedral we had to wait 2½ hours for the confraternities, parishes and schools to go by! Then at last we started off. I got the fright of my life first because I thought my thurible was out, but it wasn’t. First went choir and military band, then priests and canons, then we thurifers in turn incensing before canopy and Bishop and the Blessed Sacrament, on both sides a guard of honour with fixed bayonets, then Lord Mayor in robes and mace-bearers, Mr. Horgan and Harbour Board, military, and Civic Guards in helmets. The streets were all decorated, but without taste, but the poor were really touching. The lanes were all one blaze of colour. I managed my business alright. At the Grand Parade Benediction was given. Then another wait of 1 hour. Now it was 8.30. We were simply dead. There were 40.000 on the Parade, a wonderful sight. Returned to Cathedral, had Litany, then to Farran Ferris to change, and home. Found Professor, Mrs., Sophie Stockley at home, all delighted with procession. Nannie and they had a window in the Parade. Had to go on message to Mr. Corkery for Professor. Dead tired to bed.
