It is cold and dry, hard enough to serve for the signboard of an inn, and able, one would think, to withstand all weathers.

Yet this picture has something which Stuart left out.

There is a rugged strength in the face which gives us pause, there is a massiveness in the jaw, telling of an iron grip and a relentless will, which has infinite meaning.
"Here's John the Smith's rough-hammered head.

Great eye, Gross jaw, and griped lips do what granite can To give you the crown-grasper.

What a man!" In death as in life, there is something about Washington, call it greatness, dignity, majesty, what you will, which seems to hold men aloof and keep them from knowing him.