If reverence for the human is an essential element of greatness, then at least greatness was possible to Grizzie.

She dealt with no abstractions; she worshipped one living man, and that is the first step toward the love of all men; while some will talk glowingly about humanity, and be scornful as a lap-dog to the next needy embodiment of it that comes in their way.

Such as Grizzie will perhaps prove to be of those last foredoomed to be first.

With the tenderness of a ministering angel and mother combined, her eyes waited upon her master.

She took her return beforehand in the assurance that the laird would follow her to the grave, would miss her, and at times think nobody could do something or other so much to his mind as old Grizzie.