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THE GREAT STONE FACE.
57
custom, Ernest was to discourse to an assemblage of the
neighboring inhabitants in the open air. He and the
poet, arm in arm, still talking together as they went
along, proceeded to the spot. It was a small nook among
the hills, with a gray precipice behind, the stern front
of which was relieved by the pleasant foliage of many
creeping plants, that made a tapestry for the naked
rock, by hanging their festoons from all its rugged
angles. At a small elevation above the ground, set in
a rich framework of verdure, there appeared a niche,
spacious enough to admit a human figure, with freedom
for such gestures as spontaneously accompany earnest
thought and genuine emotion. Into this natural pulpit
Ernest ascended, and threw a look of familiar kindness
around upon his audience. They stood, or sat, or re-
clined upon the grass, as seemed good to each, with the
departing sunshine falling obliquely over them, and
mingling its subdued cheerfulness with the solemnity of
a grove of ancient trees, beneath and amid the boughs
of which the golden rays were constrained to pass. In
another direction was seen the Great Stone Face, with
the same cheer, combined with the same solemnity, in
its benignant aspect.
Ernest began to speak, giving to the people of what
was in his heart and mind. His words had power, be-
cause they accorded with his thoughts; and his thoughts
had reality and depth, because they harmonized with the
life which he had always lived. It was not mere breath
that this preacher uttered they were the words of life,
because a life of good deeds and holy love was melted
into them. Pearls, pure and rich, had been dissolved
into this precious draught. The poet, as he listened,
felt that the being and character of Ernest were a nobler
strain of poetry than he had ever written. His eyes
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