hurchyard. The elders and deacons were, in truth, surprised that
such distinguished attention should be directed to him now, and they
were embarrassed by it. It was not easy for any body of men in the
United Kingdom to refuse anything to Lady Burdett-Coutts, because she
could always count upon having the sympathy of the public. But this,
they declared, could not be considered. To propose to bury a dog in
the historic churchyard would scandalize the city. To this objection
Glenormiston said, seriously: "The feeling about Bobby is quite
exceptional. I would be willing to put the matter to the test of heading
a petition."

At that the church officers threw up their hands. They preferred to
sound public sentiment themselves, and would consider it. But if Bobby
was permitted to be buried with his master there must be no notice taken
of it. Well, the Heriot laddies might line up along the wall, and the
tenement bairns look down from the windows. Would that satisfy her
ladyship?

"As far as it goes." The Grand Leddy was smiling, but a little tremulous
about the mouth.

That was a day when women had little to say in public, and she meant to
make a speech, and to ask to be allowed to do an unheard-of thing.

"I want to put up a monument to the nameless man who inspired such love,
and to the little dog that was capable of giving it. Ah gentlemen, do
not refuse, now." She sketched her idea of the classic fireplace bier,
the dead shepherd of the Pentlands, and the little prostrate terrier.
"Immemorial man and his faithful dog. Our society for the prevention of
cruelty to animals is finding it so hard to get people even to admit the
sacredness of life in dumb creatures, the brutalizing effects of abuse
of them on human beings, and the moral and practical worth to us of
kindness. To insist that a dog feels, that he loves devotedly and with
less calculation than men, that he grieves at a master's death and
remembers him long years, brings a smile of amusement. Ah yes! Here in
Scotland, too, where your own great Lord Erskine was a pioneer of pity
two generations ago, and with Sir Walter's dogs beloved of the literary,
and Doctor Brown's immortal 'Rab,' we find it uphill work.

"The story of Greyfriars Bobby is quite the most complete and remarkable
ever recorded in dog annals. His lifetime of devotion has been witnessed
by thousands, and honored publicly, by your own Lord Provost, with the
freedom of the city, a thing that, I beli