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THE GREAT STONE FACE. 51 vain. Something had been originally left out, or had departed. And therefore the marvellously gifted states- man 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 like- ness." '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 disappoint- ments, 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

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