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16 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.

&ldquo;&rsquo;T is the same face, to a hair!&rdquo; cried one man, cutting a caper of joy.

&ldquo;Wonderfully like, that&rsquo;s a fact!&rdquo; responded another.

&ldquo;Like! why, I call it Old Blood-and-Thunder himself, in a monstrous looking-glass!&rdquo; cried a third. &ldquo;And why not? He&rsquo;s the greatest man of this or any other age, beyond a doubt.&rdquo;

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 thunder-breath 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 imagine 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.