Here is the room where his father shut up the boy to punish his early severity of devotion.

Here is the picture which represents him despoiled of all outward things, even his garments,--devoting himself, body and soul, to the service of God in the way he believed most acceptable.

Here is the underground chapel, where rest those weary bones, saluted by the tears of so many weary pilgrims who have come hither to seek strength from his example.

Here are the churches above, full of the works of earlier art, animated by the contagion of a great example.

It is impossible not to bow the head, and feel how mighty an influence flows from a single soul, sincere in its service of truth, in whatever form that truth comes to it.
A troop of neat, pretty school-girls attended us about, going with us into the little chapels adorned with pictures which open at every corner of the streets, smiling on us at a respectful distance.