After such simple services as would have pleased him, held at St.George's Episcopal Church, on January 25, his body was taken to Peterboro; and on the following day, a Sunday, he was buried in the sight of many of his neighbours, who had followed in procession, on foot, the passage of the body through the snow-covered lane from the village.

His grave is on an open hill-top, commanding one of the spacious and beautiful views that he had loved.

On a bronze tablet are these lines of his own, which he had devised as a motto for his "From a Log Cabin," the last music that he wrote: "A house of dreams untold, It looks out over the whispering tree-tops And faces the setting sun.".