Gallitzin's funeral told something of the universal veneration in which he was held. In spite of bad weather, mourners came a distance of forty and fifty miles to pay him the last tribute of love and gratitude. It would have taken but a few minutes to convey the body from the presbytery to its resting-place; but his friends had a pretty thought. They carried their dear Father through the gardens and fields and meadows, and lastly through the little town--all of which had been his creation, his life's work,--that he might once more bless it all and dedicate it anew to Him to follow whom he had, in the most literal sense of the word, "left all things."