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people left their business and gathered along the wayside to see

him pass。 Among these was Ernest。 Though more than once

disappointed; as we have seen; he had such a hopeful and

confiding nature; that he was always ready to believe in whatever

seemed beautiful and good。 He kept his heart continually open;

and thus was sure to catch the blessing from on high when it

should come。 So now again; as buoyantly as ever; he went forth to

behold the likeness of the Great Stone Face。



The cavalcade came prancing along the road; with a great

clattering of hoofs and a mighty cloud of dust; which rose up so

dense and high that the visage of the mountain…side was

completely hidden from Ernest's eyes。 All the great men of the

neighborhood were there on horseback; militia officers; in

uniform; the member of Congress; the sheriff of the county; the

editors of newspapers; and many a farmer; too; had mounted his

patient steed; with his Sunday coat upon his back。 It really was

a very brilliant spectacle; especially as there were numerous

banners flaunting over the cavalcade; on some of which were

gorgeous portraits of the illustrious statesman and the Great

Stone Face; smiling familiarly at one another; like two brothers。

If the pictures were to be trusted; the mutual resemblance; it

must be confessed; was marvellous。 We must not forget to mention

that there was a band of music; which made the echoes of the

mountains ring and reverberate with the loud triumph of its

strains; so that airy and soul…thrilling melodies broke out among

all the heights and hollows; as if every nook of his native

valley had found a voice; to welcome the distinguished guest。 But

the grandest effect was when the far…off mountain precipice flung

back the music; for then the Great Stone Face itself seemed to be

swelling the triumphant chorus; in acknowledgment that; at

length; the man of prophecy was come。



All this while the people were throwing up their hats and

shouting with enthusiasm so contagious that the heart of Ernest

kindled up; and he likewise threw up his hat; and shouted; as

loudly as the loudest; 〃Huzza for the great man! Huzza for Old

Stony Phiz!〃 But as yet he had not seen him。



〃Here he is; now!〃 cried those who stood near Ernest。 〃There!

There! Look at Old Stony Phiz and then at the Old Man of the

Mountain; and see if they are not as like as two twin…brothers!〃



In the midst of all this gallant array came an open barouche;

drawn by four white horses; and in the barouche; with his massive

head uncovered; sat the illustrious statesman; Old Stony Phiz

himself。



〃Confess it;〃 said one of Ernest's neighbors to him; 〃the Great

Stone Face has met its match at last!〃



Now; it must be owned that; at his first glimpse of the

countenance which was bowing and smiling from the barouche;

Ernest did fancy that there was a resemblance between it and the

old familiar face upon the mountain…side。 The brow; with its

massive depth and loftiness; and all the other features; indeed;

were boldly and strongly hewn; as if in emulation of a more than

heroic; of a Titanic model。 But the sublimity and stateliness;

the grand expression of a divine sympathy; that illuminated the

mountain visage and etherealized its ponderous granite substance

into spirit; might here be sought in vain。 Something had been

originally left out; or had departed。 And therefore the

marvellously gifted statesman had always a weary gloom in the

deep caverns of his eyes; as of a child that has outgrown its

playthings or a man of mighty faculties and little aims; whose

life; with all its high performances; was vague and empty;

because no high purpose had endowed it with reality。



Still; Ernest's neighbor was thrusting his elbow into his side;

and pressing him for an answer。



〃Confess! confess! Is not he the very picture of your Old Man of

the Mountain?〃



〃No!〃 said Ernest bluntly; 〃I see little or no likeness。〃



〃Then so much the worse for the Great Stone Face!〃 answered his

neighbor; and again he set up a shout for Old Stony Phiz。



But Ernest turned away; melancholy; and almost despondent: for

this was the saddest of his disappointments; to behold a man who

might have fulfilled the prophecy; and had not willed to do so。

Meantime; the cavalcade; the banners; the music; and the

barouches swept past him; with the vociferous crowd in the rear;

leaving the dust to settle down; and the Great Stone Face to be

revealed again; with the grandeur that it had worn for untold

centuries。



〃Lo; here I am; Ernest!〃 the benign lips seemed to say。 〃I have

waited longer than thou; and am not yet weary。 Fear not; the man

will come。〃



The years hurried onward; treading in their haste on one

another's heels。 And now they began to bring white hairs; and

scatter them over the head of Ernest; they made reverend wrinkles

across his forehead; and furrows in his cheeks。 He was an aged

man。 But not in vain had he grown old: more than the white hairs

on his head were the sage thoughts in his mind; his wrinkles and

furrows were inscriptions that Time had graved; and in which he

had written legends of wisdom that had been tested by the tenor

of a life。 And Ernest had ceased to be obscure。 Unsought for;

undesired; had come the fame which so many seek; and made him

known in the great world; beyond the limits of the valley in

which he had dwelt so quietly。 College professors; and even the

active men of cities; came from far to see and converse with

Ernest; for the report had gone abroad that this simple

husbandman had ideas unlike those of other men; not gained from

books; but of a higher tone;a tranquil and familiar majesty; as

if he had been talking with the angels as his daily friends。

Whether it were sage; statesman; or philanthropist; Ernest

received these visitors with the gentle sincerity that had

characterized him from boyhood; and spoke freely with them of

whatever came uppermost; or lay deepest in his heart or their

own。 While they talked together; his face would kindle; unawares;

and shine upon them; as with a mild evening light。 Pensive with

the fulness of such discourse; his guests took leave and went

their way; and passing up the valley; paused to look at the Great

Stone Face; imagining that they had seen its likeness in a human

countenance; but could not remember where。



While Ernest had been growing up and growing old; a bountiful

Providence had granted a new poet to this earth。 He likewise; was

a native of the valley; but had spent the greater part of his

life at a distance from that romantic region; pouring out his

sweet music amid the bustle and din of cities。 Often; however;

did the mountains which had been familiar to him in his childhood

lift their snowy peaks into the clear atmosphere of his poetry。

Neither was the Great Stone Face forgotten; for the poet had

celebrated it in an ode; which was grand enough to have been

uttered by its own majestic lips。 This man of genius; we may say;

had come down from heaven with wonderful endowments。 If he sang

of a mountain; the eyes of all mankind beheld a mightier grandeur

reposing on its breast; or soaring to its summit; than had before

been seen there。 If his theme were a lovely lake; a celestial

smile had now been thrown over it; to gleam forever on its

surface。 If it were the vast old sea; even the deep immensity of

its dread bosom seemed to swell the higher; as if moved by the

emotions of the song。 Thus the world assumed another and a better

aspect from the hour that the poet blessed it with his happy

eyes。 The Creator had bestowed him; as the last best touch to his

own handiwork。 Creation was not finished till the poet came to

interpret; and so complete it。



The effect was no less high and beautiful; when his human

brethren were the subject of his verse。 The man or woman; sordid

with the common dust of life; who crossed his daily path; and the

little child who played in it; were glorified if he beheld them

in his mood of poetic faith。 He showed the golden links of the

great chain that intertwined them with an angelic kindred; he

brought out the hidden traits of a celestial birth that made them

worthy of such kin。 Some; indeed; there were; who thought to show

the soundness of their judgment by affirming that all the beauty

and dignity of the natural world existed only in the poet's

fancy。 Let such men speak for themselves; who undoubtedly appear

to have been spawned forth by Nature with a contemptuous

bitterness; she having plastered them up out of her refuse stuff;

after all the swine were made。 As respects all things else; the

poet's ideal was the truest truth。



The songs of this poet found their way to Ernest。 He read them

after his customary toil; seated on the bench before his

cottage…door; where for such a length of time he had filled his

repose with thought; by gazing at the Great Stone Face。 And now

as 

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