Death
Martyn died at Tullira in December 1922 after suffering years of ill-health. Both friends and family were shocked at a provision in his will, that directed that his body be donated for the use of medical science and, after dissection, be buried in an unmarked pauper's grave. The Palestrina Choir sang at his graveside. His papers he bequeathed to the Carmelites of Clarendon Street in Dublin, who subsequently misplaced and lost them. Portraits of Martyn exist by John Butler Yeats, Norman French McLachlan and Sarah Purser.
On his death the senior line of the Martyn family died out. His property was inherited by his cousins, the Smyths of Masonbrook and Lord Hemphill. Tullira was sold by the latter forty years later and has changed ownership several times since.
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