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  ButErnestturnedsadlyfromthewrinkledshrewdnessofthatsordid

  visage,andgazedupthevalley,where,amidagatheringmist,

  gildedbythelastsunbeams,hecouldstilldistinguishthoseglorious

  featureswhichhadimpressedthemselvesintohissoul。Theiraspect

  cheeredhim。Whatdidthebenignlipsseemtosay?

  “Hewillcome!Fearnot,Ernest;themanwillcome!”

  Theyearswenton,andErnestceasedtobeaboy。Hehadgrownto

  beayoungmannow。Heattractedlittlenoticefromtheother

  inhabitantsofthevalley;fortheysawnothingremarkableinhis

  wayoflife,savethat,whenthelaborofthedaywasover,hestill

  lovedtogoapartandgazeandmeditateupontheGreatStoneFace。

  Accordingtotheirideaofthematter,itwasafolly,indeed,but

  pardonable,inasmuchasErnestwasindustrious,kind,and

  neighborly,andneglectednodutyforthesakeofindulgingthis

  idlehabit。TheyknewnotthattheGreatStoneFacehadbecomea

  teachertohim,andthatthesentimentwhichwasexpressedinitwould

  enlargetheyoungman’sheart,andfillitwithwideranddeeper

  sympathiesthanotherhearts。Theyknewnotthatthencewouldcomea

  betterwisdomthancouldbelearnedfrombooks,andabetterlifethan

  couldbemouldedonthedefacedexampleofotherhumanlives。

  NeitherdidErnestknowthatthethoughtsandaffectionswhichcameto

  himsonaturally,inthefieldsandatthefireside,andwhereverhe

  communedwithhimself,wereofahighertonethanthosewhichall

  mensharedwithhim。Asimplesoul-simpleaswhenhismotherfirst

  taughthimtheoldprophecy-hebeheldthemarvellousfeaturesbeaming

  adownthevalley,andstillwonderedthattheirhumancounterpart

  wassolonginmakinghisappearance。

  BythistimepoorMr。Gathergoldwasdeadandburied;andthe

  oddestpartofthematterwas,thathiswealth,whichwasthebodyand

  spiritofhisexistence,haddisappearedbeforehisdeath,leaving

  nothingofhimbutalivingskeleton,coveredoverwithawrinkled,

  yellowskin。Sincethemeltingawayofhisgold,ithadbeenvery

  generallyconcededthattherewasnosuchstrikingresemblance,

  afterall,betwixttheignoblefeaturesoftheruinedmerchantand

  thatmajesticfaceuponthemountain-side。Sothepeopleceasedto

  honorhimduringhislifetime,andquietlyconsignedhimto

  forgetfulnessafterhisdecease。Onceinawhile,itistrue,his

  memorywasbroughtupinconnectionwiththemagnificentpalace

  whichhehadbuilt,andwhichhadlongagobeenturnedintoahotel

  fortheaccommodationofstrangers,multitudesofwhomcame,every

  summer,tovisitthatfamousnaturalcuriosity,theGreatStone

  Face。Thus,Mr。Gathergoldbeingdiscreditedandthrownintothe

  shade,themanofprophecywasyettocome。

  Itsohappenedthatanative-bornsonofthevalley,manyyears

  before,hadenlistedasasoldier,and,afteragreatdealofhard

  fighting,hadnowbecomeanillustriouscommander。Whateverhemay

  becalledinhistory,hewasknownincampsandonthebattle-field

  underthenicknameofOldBlood-and-Thunder。Thiswar-wornveteran,

  beingnowinfirmwithageandwounds,andwearyoftheturmoilofa

  militarylife,andoftherollofthedrumandtheclangorofthe

  trumpet,thathadsolongbeenringinginhisears,hadlately

  signifiedapurposeofreturningtohisnativevalley,hopingto

  findreposewhereherememberedtohaveleftit。Theinhabitants,

  hisoldneighborsandtheirgrown-upchildren,wereresolvedto

  welcometherenownedwarriorwithasaluteofcannonandapublic

  dinner;andallthemoreenthusiastically,itbeingaffirmedthatnow,

  atlast,thelikenessoftheGreatStoneFacehadactuallyappeared。

  Anaid-de-campofOldBlood-and-Thunder,travellingthroughthe

  valley,wassaidtohavebeenstruckwiththeresemblance。Moreover,

  theschoolmatesandearlyacquaintancesofthegeneralwerereadyto

  testify,onoath,that,tothebestoftheirrecollection,the

  aforesaidgeneralhadbeenexceedinglylikethemajesticimage,even

  whenaboy,onlythattheideahadneveroccurredtothematthat

  period。Great,therefore,wastheexcitementthroughoutthevalley;

  andmanypeople,whohadneveroncethoughtofglancingattheGreat

  StoneFaceforyearsbefore,nowspenttheirtimeingazingatit,for

  thesakeofknowingexactlyhowGeneralBlood-and-Thunderlooked。

  Onthedayofthegreatfestival,Ernest,withalltheotherpeople

  ofthevalley,lefttheirwork,andproceededtothespotwherethe

  sylvanbanquetwasprepared。Asheapproached,theloudvoiceofthe

  ReverendDoctorBattleblastwasheard,beseechingablessingonthe

  goodthingssetbeforethem,andonthedistinguishedfriendof

  peaceinwhosehonortheywereassembled。Thetableswerearranged

  inaclearedspaceofthewoods,shutinbythesurroundingtrees,

  exceptwhereavistaopenedeastward,andaffordedadistantviewof

  theGreatStoneFace。Overthegeneral’schair,whichwasarelicfrom

  thehomeofWashington,therewasanarchofverdantboughs,with

  thelaurelprofuselyintermixed,andsurmountedbyhiscountry’s

  banner,beneathwhichhehadwonhisvictories。OurfriendErnest

  raisedhimselfonhistip-toes,inhopestogetaglimpseofthe

  celebratedguest;buttherewasamightycrowdaboutthetables

  anxioustohearthetoastsandspeeches,andtocatchanywordthat

  mightfallfromthegeneralinreply;andavolunteercompany,doing

  dutyasaguard,prickedruthlesslywiththeirbayonetsatany

  particularlyquietpersonamongthethrong。SoErnest,beingofan

  unobtrusivecharacter,wasthrustquiteintothebackground,where

  hecouldseenomoreofOldBlood-and-Thunder’sphysiognomythanifit

  hadbeenstillblazingonthebattle-field。Toconsolehimself,he

  turnedtowardstheGreatStoneFace,which,likeafaithfuland

  long-rememberedfriend,lookedbackandsmileduponhimthroughthe

  vistaoftheforest。Meantime,however,hecouldover-heartheremarks

  ofvariousindividuals,whowerecomparingthefeaturesofthehero

  withthefaceonthedistantmountain-side。

  “’Tisthesameface,toahair!”criedoneman,cuttingacaper

  forjoy。

  “Wonderfullylike,that’safact!”respondedanother。

  “Like!why,IcallitOldBlood-and-Thunderhimself,inamonstrous

  looking-glass!”criedathird。“Andwhynot!He’sthegreatestman

  ofthisoranyotherage,beyondadoubt。”

  Andthenallthreeofthespeakersgaveagreatshout,which

  communicatedelectricitytothecrowd,andcalledfortharoarfrom

  athousandvoices,thatwentreverberatingformilesamongthe

  mountains,untilyoumighthavesupposedthattheGreatStoneFacehad

  poureditsthunder-breathintothecry。Allthesecomments,andthis

  vastenthusiasm,servedthemoretointerestourfriend;nordidhe

  thinkofquestioningthatnow,atlength,themountain-visagehad

  founditshumancounterpart。Itistrue,Ernesthadimaginedthatthis

  long-looked-forpersonagewouldappearinthecharacterofamanof

  peace,utteringwisdom,anddoinggood,andmakingpeoplehappy。

  But,takinganhabitualbreadthofview,withallhissimplicity,he

  contendedthatProvidenceshouldchooseitsownmethodofblessing

  mankind,andcouldconceivethatthisgreatendmightbeeffectedeven

  byawarriorandabloodysword,shouldinscrutablewisdomseefit

  toordermattersso。

  “Thegeneral!thegeneral!”wasnowthecry。“Hush!silence!Old

  Blood-and-Thunder’sgoingtomakeaspeech。”

  Evenso;for,theclothbeingremoved,thegeneral’shealthhad

  beendrunkamidshoutsofapplause,andhenowstooduponhisfeet

  tothankthecompany。Ernestsawhim。Therehewas,overtheshoulders

  ofthecrowd,fromthetwoglitteringepauletsandembroidered

  collarupward,beneaththearchofgreenboughswithinter-twined

  laurellandthebannerdroopingasiftoshadehisbrow!Andthere,

  too,visibleinthesameglance,throughthevistaoftheforest,

  appearedtheGreatStoneFace!Andwasthere,indeed,sucha

  resemblanceasthecrowdhadtestified?Alas,Ernestcouldnot

  recognizeit!Hebeheldawar-wornandweather-beatencountenance,

  fullofenergy,andexpressiveofanironwill;butthegentlewisdom,

  thedeep,broad,tendersympathies,werealtogetherwantinginOld

  Blood-and-Thunder’svisage;andeveniftheGreatStoneFacehad

  assumedhislookofsterncommand,themildertraitswouldstill

  havetemperedit。

  “Thisisnotthemanofprophecy。”sighedErnesttohimself,as

  hemadehiswayoutofthethrong。“Andmusttheworldwaitlonger

  yet?”

  Themistshadcongregatedaboutthedistantmountain-side,and

  therewereseenthegrandandawfulfeaturesoftheGreatStone

  Face,awfulbutbenignant,asifamightyangelweresittingamongthe

  hills,andenrobinghimselfinacloud-vestureofgoldandpurple。

  Ashelooked,Ernestcouldhardlybelievebutthatasmilebeamedover

  thewholevisage,witharadiancestillbrightening,although

  withoutmotionofthelips。Itwasprobablytheeffectofthe

  westernsunshine,meltingthroughthethinlydiffusedvaporsthat

  hadsweptbetweenhimandtheobjectthathegazedat。But-asit

  alwaysdid-theaspectofhismarvellousfriendmadeErnestashopeful

  asifhehadneverhopedinvain。

  “Fearnot,Ernest。”saidhisheart,evenasiftheGreatFace

  werewhisperinghim,“fearnot,Ernest;hewillcome。”

  Moreyearsspedswiftlyandtranquillyaway。Erneststilldwelt

  inhisnativevalley,andwasnowamanofmiddleage。By

  imperceptibledegrees,hehadbecomeknownamongthepeople。Now,as

  heretofore,helaboredforhisbread,andwasthesame

  simple-heartedmanthathehadalwaysbeen。Buthehadthoughtand

  feltsomuch,hehadgivensomanyofthebesthoursofhislifeto

  unworldlyhopesforsomegreatgoodtomankind,thatitseemedas

  thoughhehadbeentalkingwiththeangels,andhadimbibeda

  portionoftheirwisdomunawares。Itwasvisibleinthecalmand

  well-consideredbeneficenceofhisdailylife,thequietstreamof

  whichhadmadeawidegreenmarginallalongitscourse。Notaday

  passedby,thattheworldwasnotthebetterbecausethisman,

  humbleashewas,hadlived。Heneversteppedasidefromhisownpath,

  yetwouldalwaysreachablessingtohisneighbor。Almost

  involuntarily,too,hehadbecomeapreacher。Thepureandhigh

  simplicityofhisthought,which,asoneofitsmanifestations,took

  shapeinthegooddeedsthatdroppedsilentlyfromhishand,flowed

  alsoforthinspeech。Heutteredtruthsthatwroughtuponand

  mouldedthelivesofthosewhoheardhim。Hisauditors,itmaybe,

  neversuspectedthatErnest,theirownneighborandfamiliarfriend,

  wasmorethananordinaryman;leastofalldidErnesthimselfsuspect

  it;but,inevitablyasthemurmurofarivulet,camethoughtsoutof

  hismouththatnootherhumanlipshadspoken。

  Whenthepeople’smindshadhadalittletimetocool,theywere

  readyenoughtoacknowledgetheirmistakeinimaginingasimilarity

  betweenGeneralBlood-and-Thunder’struculentphysiognomyandthe

  benignvisageonthemountain-side。Butnow,again,therewerereports

  andmanyparagraphsinthenewspapers,affirmingthatthelikeness

  oftheGreatStoneFacehadappeareduponthebroadshouldersofa

  certaineminentstatesman。He,likeMr。GathergoldandOld

  Blood-and-Thunder,wasanativeofthevalley,buthadleftitin

  hisearlydays,andtakenupthetradesoflawandpolitics。Instead

  oftherichman’swealthandthewarrior’ssword,hehadbutatongue,

  anditwasmightierthanbothtogether。Sowonderfullyeloquentwas

  he,thatwhateverhemightchoosetosay,hisauditorshadnochoice

  buttobelievehim;wronglookedlikeright,andrightlikewrong;for

  whenitpleasedhim,hecouldmakeakindofilluminatedfogwith

  hismerebreath,andobscurethenaturaldaylightwithit。Histongue,

  indeed,wasamagicinstrument:sometimesitrumbledlikethethunder;

  sometimesitwarbledlikethesweetestmusic。Itwastheblastofwar-

  thesongofpeace;anditseemedtohaveaheartinit,whentherewas

  nosuchmatter。Ingoodtruth,hewasawondrousman;andwhenhis

  tonguehadacquiredhimallotherimaginablesuccess-whenithadbeen

  heardinhallsofstate,andinthecourtsofprincesand

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