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56 THE GREAT STONE FACE. examined the poet's features; then turned towards the Great Stone Face; then back, with an uncertain aspect, to his guest. But his countenance fell; he shook his head, and sighed. Wherefore are you sad ?" inquired the poet. "Because," replied Ernest, "all through life I have awaited the fulfilment of a prophecy; and, when I read these poems, I hoped that it might be fulfilled in you." You hoped," answered the poet, faintly smiling, to find in me the likeness of the Great Stone Face. And you are disappointed, as formerly with Mr. Gathergold, and Old Blood-and-Thunder, and Old Stony Phiz. Yes, Ernest, it is my doom. You must add my name to the illustrious three, and record another failure of your hopes. For - in shame and sadness do I speak it, Er- nest - I am not worthy to be typified by yonder benign and majestic image." And why asked Ernest. He pointed to the vol- ume. " Are not those thoughts divine "They have a strain of the Divinity," replied the poet. You can hear in them the far-off echo of a heav- enly song. But my life, dear Ernest, has not corre- sponded with my thought. I have had grand dreams, but they have been only dreams, because I have lived - and that, too, by my own choice — among poor and mean realities. Sometimes even - shall I dare to say it ?- I lack faith in the grandeur, the beauty, and the goodness, which my own works are said to have made more evident in nature and in human life. Why, then, pure seeker of the good and true, shouldst thou hope to find me, in yonder image of the divine ?" The poet spoke sadly, and his eyes were dim with tears. So, likewise, were those of Ernest. At the hour of sunset, as had long been his frequent

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