distinguished　friend　of　peace　in　whose　honor　they　were　assembled。
  The　tables　were　arranged　in　a　cleared　space　of　the　woods；　shut　in
  by　the　surrounding　trees；　except　where　a　vista　opened　eastward；
  and　afforded　a　distant　view　of　the　Great　Stone　Face。　Over　the
  general's　chair；　which　was　a　relic　from　the　home　of　Washington；
  there　was　an　arch　of　verdant　boughs；　with　the　laurel　profusely
  intermixed；　and　surmounted　by　his　country's　banner；　beneath　which
  he　had　won　his　victories。　Our　friend　Ernest　raised　himself　on　his
  tiptoes；　in　hopes　to　get　a　glimpse　of　the　celebrated　guest；　but
  there　was　a　mighty　crowd　about　the　tables　anxious　to　hear　the
  toasts　and　speeches；　and　to　catch　any　word　that　might　fall　from
  the　general　in　reply；　and　a　volunteer　company；　doing　duty　as　a
  guard；　pricked　ruthlessly　with　their　bayonets　at　any　particularly
  quiet　person　among　the　throng。　So　Ernest；　being　of　an　unobtrusive
  character；　was　thrust　quite　into　the　background；　where　he　could
  see　no　more　of　Old　Blood…and…Thunder's　physiognomy　than　if　it　had
  been　still　blazing　on　the　battle…field。　To　console　himself；　he
  turned　towards　the　Great　Stone　Face；　which；　like　a　faithful　and
  long　remembered　friend；　looked　back　and　smiled　upon　him　through
  the　vista　of　the　forest。　Meantime；　however；　he　could　overhear　the
  remarks　of　various　individuals；　who　were　comparing　the　features
  of　the　hero　with　the　face　on　the　distant　mountain…side。
  〃　'Tis　the　same　face；　to　a　hair！〃　cried　one　man；　cutting　a　caper
  for　joy。
  〃Wonderfully　like；　that's　a　fact！〃　responded　another。
  〃Like！　why；　I　call　it　Old　Blood…and…Thunder　himself；　in　a
  monstrous　looking…glass！〃　cried　a　third。　〃And　why　not？　He's　the
  greatest　man　of　this　or　any　other　age；　beyond　a　doubt。〃
  And　then　all　three　of　the　speakers　gave　a　great　shout；　which
  communicated　electricity　to　the　crowd；　and　called　forth　a　roar
  from　a　thousand　voices；　that　went　reverberating　for　miles　among
  the　mountains；　until　you　might　have　supposed　that　the　Great　Stone
  Face　had　poured　its　thunderbreath　into　the　cry。　All　these
  comments；　and　this　vast　enthusiasm；　served　the　more　to　interest
  our　friend；　nor　did　he　think　of　questioning　that　now；　at　length；
  the　mountain…visage　had　found　its　human　counterpart。　It　is　true；
  Ernest　had　imagined　that　this　long…looked…for　personage　would
  appear　in　the　character　of　a　man　of　peace；　uttering　wisdom；　and
  doing　good；　and　making　people　happy。　But；　taking　an　habitual
  breadth　of　view；　with　all　his　simplicity；　he　contended　that
  Providence　should　choose　its　own　method　of　blessing　mankind；　and
  could　conceive　that　this　great　end　might　be　effected　even　by　a
  warrior　and　a　bloody　sword；　should　inscrutable　wisdom　see　fit　to
  order　matters　so。
  〃The　general！　the　general！〃　was　now　the　cry。　〃Hush！　silence！　Old
  Blood…and…Thunder's　going　to　make　a　speech。〃
  Even　so；　for；　the　cloth　being　removed；　the　general's　health　had
  been　drunk；　amid　shouts　of　applause；　and　he　now　stood　upon　his
  feet　to　thank　the　company。　Ernest　saw　him。　There　he　was；　over　the
  shoulders　of　the　crowd；　from　the　two　glittering　epaulets　and
  embroidered　collar　upward；　beneath　the　arch　of　green　boughs　with
  intertwined　laurel；　and　the　banner　drooping　as　if　to　shade　his
  brow！　And　there；　too；　visible　in　the　same　glance；　through　the
  vista　of　the　forest；　appeared　the　Great　Stone　Face！　And　was
  there；　indeed；　such　a　resemblance　as　the　crowd　had　testified？
  Alas；　Ernest　could　not　recognize　it！　He　beheld　a　war…worn　and
  weatherbeaten　countenance；　full　of　energy；　and　expressive　of　an
  iron　will；　but　the　gentle　wisdom；　the　deep；　broad；　tender
  sympathies；　were　altogether　wanting　in　Old　Blood…and…Thunder's
  visage；　and　even　if　the　Great　Stone　Face　had　assumed　his　look　of
  stern　command；　the　milder　traits　would　still　have　tempered　it。
  〃This　is　not　the　man　of　prophecy；〃　sighed　Ernest　to　himself；　as
  he　made　his　way　out　of　the　throng。　〃And　must　the　world　wait
  longer　yet？〃
  The　mists　had　congregated　about　the　distant　mountain…side；　and
  there　were　seen　the　grand　and　awful　features　of　the　Great　Stone
  Face；　awful　but　benignant；　as　if　a　mighty　angel　were　sitting
  among　the　hills；　and　enrobing　himself　in　a　cloud…vesture　of　gold
  and　purple。　As　he　looked；　Ernest　could　hardly　believe　but　that　a
  smile　beamed　over　the　whole　visage；　with　a　radiance　still
  brightening；　although　without　motion　of　the　lips。　It　was　probably
  the　effect　of　the　western　sunshine；　melting　through　the　thinly
  diffused　vapors　that　had　swept　between　him　and　the　object　that　he
  gazed　at。　Butas　it　always　didthe　aspect　of　his　marvellous
  friend　made　Ernest　as　hopeful　as　if　he　had　never　hoped　in　vain。
  〃Fear　not；　Ernest；〃　said　his　heart；　even　as　if　the　Great　Face
  were　whispering　him；fear　not；　Ernest；　he　will　come。〃
  More　years　sped　swiftly　and　tranquilly　away。　Ernest　still　dwelt
  in　his　native　valley；　and　was　now　a　man　of　middle　age。　By
  imperceptible　degrees；　he　had　become　known　among　the　people。　Now；
  as　heretofore；　he　labored　for　his　bread；　and　was　the　same
  simple…hearted　man　that　he　had　always　been。　But　he　had　thought
  and　felt　so　much；　he　had　given　so　many　of　the　best　hours　of　his
  life　to　unworldly　hopes　for　some　great　good　to　mankind；　that　it
  seemed　as　though　he　had　been　talking　with　the　angels；　and　had
  imbibed　a　portion　of　their　wisdom　unawares。　It　was　visible　in　the
  calm　and　well…considered　beneficence　of　his　daily　life；　the　quiet
  stream　of　which　had　made　a　wide　green　margin　all　along　its
  course。　Not　a　day　passed　by；　that　the　world　was　not　the　better
  because　this　man；　humble　as　he　was；　had　lived。　He　never　stepped
  aside　from　his　own　path；　yet　would　always　reach　a　blessing　to　his
  neighbor。　Almost　involuntarily　too；　he　had　become　a　preacher。　The
  pure　and　high　simplicity　of　his　thought；　which；　as　one　of　its
  manifestations；　took　shape　in　the　good　deeds　that　dropped
  silently　from　his　hand；　flowed　also　forth　in　speech。　He　uttered
  truths　that　wrought　upon　and　moulded　the　lives　of　those　who　heard
  him。　His　auditors；　it　may　be；　never　suspected　that　Ernest；　their
  own　neighbor　and　familiar　friend；　was　more　than　an　ordinary　man；
  least　of　all　did　Ernest　himself　suspect　it；　but；　inevitably　as
  the　murmur　of　a　rivulet；　came　thoughts　out　of　his　mouth　that　no
  other　human　lips　had　spoken。
  When　the　people's　minds　had　had　a　little　time　to　cool；　they　were
  ready　enough　to　acknowledge　their　mistake　in　imagining　a
  similarity　between　General　Blood…and…Thunder's　truculent
  physiognomy　and　the　benign　visage　on　the　mountain…side。　But　now；
  again；　there　were　reports　and　many　paragraphs　in　the　newspapers；
  affirming　that　the　likeness　of　the　Great　Stone　Face　had　appeared
  upon　the　broad　shoulders　of　a　certain　eminent　statesman。　He；　like
  Mr。　Gathergold　and　Old　Blood…and…Thunder；　was　a　native　of　the
  valley；　but　had　left　it　in　his　early　days；　and　taken　up　the
  trades　of　law　and　politics。　Instead　of　the　rich　man's　wealth　and
  the　warrior's　sword；　he　had　but　a　tongue；　and　it　was　mightier
  than　both　together。　So　wonderfully　eloquent　was　he；　that　whatever
  he　might　choose　to　say；　his　auditors　had　no　choice　but　to　believe
  him；　wrong　looked　like　right；　and　right　like　wrong；　for　when　it
  pleased　him；　he　could　make　a　kind　of　illuminated　fog　with　his
  mere　breath；　and　obscure　the　natural　daylight　with　it。　His
  tongue；　indeed；　was　a　magic　instrument：　sometimes　it　rumbled　like
  the　thunder；　sometimes　it　warbled　like　the　sweetest　music。　It　was
  the　blast　of　war；　the　song　of　peace；　and　it　seemed　to　have　a
  heart　in　it；　when　there　was　no　such　matter。　In　good　truth；　he　was
  a　wondrous　man；　and　when　his　tongue　had　acquired　him　all　other
  imaginable　success；when　it　had　been　heard　in　halls　of　state；
  and　in　the　courts　of　princes　and　potentates；after　it　had　made
  him　known　all　over　the　world；　even　as　a　voice　crying　from　shore
  to　shore；it　finally　persuaded　his　countrymen　to　select　him　for
  the　Presidency。　Before　this　time；indeed；　as　soon　as　he　began　to
  grow　celebrated；his　admirers　had　found　out　the　resemblance
  between　him　and　the　Great　Stone　Face；　and　so　much　were　they
  struck　by　it；　that　throughout　the　country　this　distinguished
  gentleman　was　known　by　the　name　of　Old　Stony　Phiz。　The　phrase　was
  considered　as　giving　a　highly　favorable　aspect　to　his　political
  prospects；　for；　as　is　likewise　the　case　with　the　Popedom；　nobody
  ever　becomes　President　without　taking　a　name　other　than　his　own。
  While　his　friends　were　doing　their　best　to　make　him　President；
  Old　Stony　Phiz；　as　he　was　called；　set　out　on　a　visit　to　the
  valley　where　he　was　born。　Of　course；　he　had　no　other　object　than
  to　shake　hands　with　his　fellow…citizens　and　neither　thought　nor
  cared　about　any　effect　which　his　progress　through　the　country
  might　have　upon　the　election。　Magnificent　preparations　were　made
  to　receive　the　illustrious　statesman；　a　cavalcade　of　horsemen　set
  forth　to　meet　him　at　the　boundary　line　of　the　State；　and　all　the
  people　left　their　business　and　gathered　along　the　wayside　to　see
  him　pass。　Among　thes