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Many of our literary men have held public positions, sometimes to help out the meager financial returns of literary work, but more often because they would bring honor to these positions. Hawthorne successively filled the offices of weigher and gauger in the Boston Custom House, collector of customs at Salem, and American consul at Liverpool, having been appointed as consul by his old friend President Pierce. After four years' residence in England he resigned his consulship and spent several years in travel on the continent, spending two winters in Rome. Here he conceived his "Marble Faun," which, though given an Italian setting, embodies the same problem of conscience that we find in his earlier "Scarlet Letter."

In June, 1860, he returned to America. He was deeply agitated by the Civil War, the more so because his sympathies were not entirely with his Northern friends. In May, 1864, his old friend General Pierce suggested that they make a journey to the scenes of their college days. On their way they stopped at Plymouth, New Hampshire, and there, early on the morning of the nineteenth, he passed quietly away.


NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE ONE afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and her little boy sat at the door of their cottage, talking about the Great Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and there it was

plainly to be seen, though miles away, with the sunshine brighten5 ing all its features.

And what was the Great Stone Face?

Embosomed amongst a family of lofty mountains, there was a valley so spacious that it contained many thousand inhabitants.

Some of these good people dwelt in log-huts, with the black forest 10 all around them, on the steep and difficult hillsides Others had

their homes in comfortable farm-houses, and cultivated the rich soil on the gentle slopes or level surfaces of the valley. Others,

again, were congregated into populous villages, where some wild, highland rivulet, tumbling down from its birthplace in the upper mountain region, had been caught and tamed by

human cunning, and compelled to turn the machinery of cotton5 factories. The inhabitants of this valley, in short, were numer

ous, and of many modes of life. But all of them, grown people and children, had a kind of familiarity with the Great Stone Face, although some possessed the gift of distinguishing

this grand natural phenomenon more perfectly than many of 10 their neighbors.

The Great Stone Face, then, was a work of Nature in her mood of majestic playfulness, formed on the perpendicular side of a mountain by some immense rocks, which had been thrown

together in such a position as, when viewed at a proper dis15 tance, precisely to resemble the features of the human coun

tenance. It seemed as if an enormous giant, or a Titan, had sculptured his own likeness on the precipice. There was the broad arch of the forehead, a hundred feet in height; the nose,

with its long bridge; and the vast lips, which, if they could 20 have spoken, would have rolled their thunder accents from one

end of the valley to the other. True it is, that if the spectator approached too near, he lost the outline of the gigantic visage, and could discern only a heap of ponderous and gigantic rocks,

piled in chaotic ruin one upon another. Retracing his steps, 25 however, the wondrous features would again be seen; and the

farther he withdrew from them, the more like a human face, with all its original divinity intact, did they appear; until, as it grew dim in the distance, with the clouds and glorified vapor

of the mountains clustering about it, the Great Stone Face 30 seemed positively to be alive.

It was a happy lot for children to grow up to manhood or womanhood with the Great Stone Face before their eyes, for all the features were noble, and the expression was at once

grand and sweet, as if it were the glow of a vast, warm heart, 35 that embraced all mankind in its affections, and had room for

more. It was an education only to look at it. According to the belief of many people, the valley owed much of its fertility to this benign aspect that was continually beaming over it, illum

inating the clouds, and infusing its tenderness into the sunshine 5 As we began with saying, a mother and her little boy sat at

their cottage-door, gazing at the Great Stone Face, and talking about it. The child's name was Ernest.

“Mother," said he, while the Titanic visage smiled on him, “I wish that it could speak, for it looks so very kindly that its 10 voice must needs be pleasant. If I were to see a man with such a face, I should love him dearly."

“If an old prophecy should come to pass," answered his mother, "we may see a man, some time or other, with exactly

such a face as that.” 15 “What prophecy do you mean, dear mother ?” eagerly inquired Ernest. "Pray tell me all about it!”

So his mother told him a story that her own mother had told to her, when she herself was younger than little Ernest; a story,

not of things that were past, but of what was yet to come; a 20 story, nevertheless, so very old, that even the Indians, who for

merly inhabited this valley, had heard it from their forefathers, to whom, as they affirmed, it had been murmured by the mountain streams, and whispered by the wind among the tree-tops.

The purport was, that, at some future day, a child should be 25 born hereabouts, who was destined to become the greatest and

noblest personage of his time, and whose countenance, in manhood, should bear an exact resemblance to the Great Stone Face. Not a few old-fashioned people, and young ones likewise, in the

ardor of their hopes, still cherished an enduring faith in this 30 old prophecy. But others, who had seen more of the world, had

watched and waited till they were weary, and had beheld no man with such a face, nor any man that proved to be much greater or nobler than his neighbors, concluded it to be nothing

but an idle tale. At all events, the great man of the prophecy 35 had not yet appeared.

“O mother, dear mother !” cried Ernest, clapping his hands above his head, “I do hope that I shall live to see him !"

His mother was an affectionate and thoughtful woman, and felt that it was wisest not to discourage the generous hopes of 5 her little boy. So she only said to him, "Perhaps you may.”

And Ernest never forgot the story that his mother told him. It was always in his mind, whenever he looked upon the Great Stone Face. He spent his childhood in the log-cottage where he

was born, and was dutiful to his mother, and helpful to her in 10 many things, assisting her much with his little hands, and more

with his loving heart. In this manner, from a happy yet often pensive child, he grew up to be a mild, quiet, unobtrusive boy, and sun-browned with labor in the fields, but with more intelli

gence brightening his aspect than is seen in many lads who have 15 been taught at famous schools. Yet Ernest had had no teacher,

save only that the Great Stone Face became one to him. When the toil of the day was over, he would gaze at it for hours, until he began to imagine that those vast features recognized him, and

gave him a smile of kindness and encouragement, responsive to 20 his own look of veneration. We must not take upon us to

affirm that this was a mistake, although the Face may have looked no more kindly at Ernest than at all the world besides. But the secret was that the boy's tender and confiding simplicity

discerned what other people could not see; and thus the love, 25 which was meant for all, became his peculiar portion.

About this time there went a rumor throughout the valley, that the great man, foretold from ages long ago, who was to bear a resemblance to the Great Stone Face, had appeared at

last. It seems that, many years before, a young man had 30 migrated from the valley and settled at a distant seaport, where,

after getting together a little money, he had set up as a shopkeeper. His name—but I could never learn whether it was his real one, or a nickname that had grown out of his habits

and success in life-was Gathergold. Being shrewd and active, 35 and endowed by Providence with that inscrutable faculty which

develops itself in what the world calls luck, he became an exceed. ingly rich merchant, and owner of a whole fleet of bulkybottomed ships. All the countries of the globe appeared to join

hands for the mere purpose of adding heap after heap to the 5 mountainous accumulation of this one man's wealth. The cold

regions of the north, almost within the gloom and shadow of the Arctic Circle, sent him their tribute in the shape of furs; hot Africa sifted for him the golden sands of her rivers, and

gathered up the ivory tusks of her great elephants out of the 10 forests; the East came bringing him the rich shawls, and spices,

and teas, and the effulgence of diamonds, and the gleaming purity of large pearls. The ocean, not to be behindhand with the earth, yielded up her mighty whales, that Mr. Gathergold

might sell their oil, and make a profit on it. Be the original 15 commodity what it might, it was gold within his grasp. It

might be said of him, as of Midas in the fable, that whatever he touched with his finger immediately glistened, and grew yellow, and was changed at once into sterling metal, or, which

suited him still better, into piles of coin. And, when Mr. 20 Gathergold had become so very rich that it would have taken

him a hundred years only to count his wealth, he bethought himself of his native valley, and resolved to go back thither, and end his days where he was born.

With this purpose in view, he sent a skilful architect to build him such a palace as 25 should be fit for a man of his vast wealth to live in.

As I have said above, it had already been rumored in the valley that Mr. Gathergold had turned out to be the prophetic personage so long and vainly looked for, and that his visage

was the perfect and undeniable similitude of the Great Stone 30 Face. People were the more ready to believe that this must

needs be the fact, when they beheld the splendid edifice that rose, as if by enchantment, on the site of his father's old weather-beaten farm-house. The exterior was of marble, so

dazzlingly white that it seemed as though the whole structure 35 might melt away in the sunshine, like those humbler ones which

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