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Rh &ldquo;The general! the general!&rdquo; was now the cry. &ldquo;Hush! silence! Old Blood-and-Thunder&rsquo;s going to make a speech.&rdquo;

Even so; for, the cloth being removed, the general&rsquo;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 weather-beaten 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&rsquo;s visage; and even if the Great Stone Face had assumed his look of stern command, the milder traits would still have tempered it.

&ldquo;This is not the man of prophecy,&rdquo; sighed Ernest to himself, as he made his way out of the throng. &ldquo;And must the world wait longer yet?&rdquo;

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