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54 THE GREAT STONE FACE. 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 he read stanzas that caused the soul to thrill within him, he lifted his eyes to the vast countenance beaming on him SO benignantly. "O majestic friend," he murmured, addressing the Great Stone Face, is not this man worthy to resemble thee The Face seemed to smile, but answered not a word. Now it happened that the poet, though he dwelt SO far away, had not only heard of Ernest, but had medi- tated much upon his character, until he deemed nothing SO desirable as to meet this man, whose untaught wis- dom walked hand in hand with the noble simplicity of his life. One summer morning, therefore, he took pas- sage by the railroad, and, in the decline of the afternoon, alighted from the cars at no great distance from Ernest's cottage. The great hotel, which had formerly been the palace of Mr. Gathergold, was close at hand, but the poet, with his carpet-bag on his arm, inquired at once where Ernest dwelt, and was resolved to be accepted as his guest. Approaching the door, he there found the good old man, holding a volume in his hand, which alternately he read, and then, with a finger between the leaves, looked lovingly at the Great Stone Face. " Good evening," said the poet. 'Can you give a traveller a night's lodging?" " Willingly," answered Ernest; and then he added, smiling, Methinks I never saw the Great Stone Face look SO hospitably at a stranger." The poet sat down on the bench beside him, and he

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