Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 23 July 1895 — Page 4

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Incidents of His Home and Office Life.

EIPPLES 01T THE DOMESTIO SEA.

Snnday In the Office With the Boys—The Servant Question—Sympathy For Mrs. Lincoln—A Badly Matched Pair—Mary

Owens' Opinion.

{From "The Life of Lincoln" by William H. Herndon and Jesse W. Weik. Copyright, 1SS3, I- by Jesse W. Weik. Copyright, 1892, by D. Appleton & Co.

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A knowledge of Lincoln's personal views and actions, a glimpse through the doorway of his home and a more thorough acquaintance with his marked and strong points as they developed will aid us greatly in forming our general estimate of the man. When Mr. Lincoln entered the domain of investigation, he was a severe and persistent thinker and had wonderful endurance hence he was abstracted and for that Teason at times was somewhat unsocial, reticent and uncommunicativa After his marriage it cannot be said that he liked the society of ladies—in fact, it was just what he did not like, though one of his biographers says otherwisa Lincoln had nono of the tender ways that please a woman, and he could not, it seemed, by any positive act of his own, make her happy. If his wife was happy, she was naturally happy or made herself so in spite of countless drawbacks. He was, however, a good husband in his own peculiar way, and in his own way only.

Conjugal Infelicity.

If exhausted from severe and long continued thought, he had to touch the earth again to renew his strength. When this weariness set in, ho would stop thought and get down and play with a little dog or kitten to recover, and when the recovery came he would push it asido to play with its own tail. He treated men and women in much the same way. For fashionable society he had a marked dislike, although ho appreciated its value in promoting the welfare of a man ambitious to succeed in politics.

If he was invited out to dine or to mingle in some social gathering and came in contact with the ladies, he treated them with becoming politeness, hut the consciousness of his shortcomings as a society man rendered him unusually diffident, and at the very first opportunity he wonld have the men separated from their ladies and crowded close around him in one corner of the parlor, listening to one of his characteristic stories. That a lady as proud and as ambitious to exercise the rights of supremacy in society as Mary Todd should repent of her marriage to the man I have just described surely need occasion no surprise in the mind of any ona Both she and the man whose hand she accepted acted along the lines of human conduct, and both reaped the bitter harvest of conjugal infelicity. In dealing with Mr. Lincoln's home life perhaps I am revealing an element of his character that has heretofore been kept from the world, but in doing so I feel sure I am treading on no person's toes, for all the actors in this domestic drama are dead, and the world seems ready to hear the facts. As his married life, in the opinion of all his friends, exerted a peculiar influence over Mr. Lincoln's political career, there can be no impropriety, I apprehend, in throwing the light on it now. However cold and abstracted her husband may have appeared to others, however impressive, when aroused, may have seemed his indignation in public, he never gavo vent to his feelings at home. He always meekly accepted as final the authority of his wife in all matters of domestic concern. TL?s may explain somewhat the statement of Judge Davis that, "as a general rule, when all the lawyers of a Saturday evening would go home and see their families and friends, Lincoln would find some excuse and refuse to go. We said nothing, but it seemed to us all he was not domestically happy." He exercised no government of any kind over his household. His children did much as they pleased. Many of their antics he approved, and ho restrained them in nothing. He never reproved them or gave them a fatherly frown. Ho was tho most indulgent parent I have ever known.

Snnday at the Office.

He was in the habit, when at homo on Sunday, of bringing his two boys, Willie and Thomas—or "Tad"—down to the office while his wife attended church. He seldom accompanied her there. The boys were absolutely unrestrained in their amusement. If they pulled down all the books from the shelves, bent the points of all the pens, overturned inkstands, scattered law papers over the floor or threw the pencils into the spittoon, it never disturbed the -serenity of their father's good nature.

Frequently absorbed in thoi^fnt, he never observed their mischievous but destructive pranks—as his unfortunate partner did, who thought much, but said nothing—and even if brought to ihis attention he virtually encouraged their repetition by declining to show iliny substantial evidence of parental disapproval After church was over the boys and their father, climbing down ^he office stairs, ruefully tu:®ed their jsteps homeward. They mingled with the throngs of well dressed people re--^urning from church, the majority of •whom might well have wondered if the -trio they passed were going to a fireside -where love and white winged peace feigned supreme. A near relative of

Jtfrs. Lincoln, in explanation of the un3mppy condition of things in that lady's Jiousehold, offered this suggestion: "Mrs. Lincoln came of the best stock „*nd was raised like a lady. Her hus'jfcand was her opposite in origin, in education, in breeding, in everything, and sit is therefore quite natural that she ^should complain if he answered the

doorbell himself instead of sending the servant to do so. Neither is she to be oondemneu if, as you say, she raised 'merry war' because he persisted in using his own knife in the butter, instead of the silver handled one intended for that purpose." Such want of social polish on the part of her husband of course gave Mrs. Lincoln great offense, and therefore in commenting on it she cared neither for time nor place. Her frequent outbursts of temper precipitated many an embarrassment from which Lincoln with great difficulty extricated himself.

Mrs. Lincoln, on account of her peculiar nature, could not long retain a servant in her employ. The sea was never so placid but that a breeze would ruffle its waters. She loved show avd attention, and if, when she glorified her family descent or indulged in one of her strange outbreaks, the servant could simulate absolute obsequiousness or had tact enough to encourage her social pretensions, Mrs. Lincoln was for the time her firmest friend. One servant, who adjusted herself to suit the lady's capricious ways, lived with the family for several years. She told me that at the time of the debate between Douglas and Lincoln she often heard the latter's wife boast that she would yet be mistress of the White House. The secret of her ability to endure the eccentricities of her mistress came out in the admission that Mr. Lincoln gave her an extra dollar each week on condition that she would brave whatever storms might arise and suffer whatever might befall her without complaint. It was a rather severe condition, but she lived rigidly up to her part of the contract. The money was paid secretly and without the knowledge of Mrs. Lincoln. Frequently after tempestuous scenes between the mistress and her servant Lincoln at the first opportunity would place his hand encouragingly on the latter's shoulder, with the admonition, "Mary, keep up your courage."

A man once called at the house to learn why Mrs. Lincoln had so unceremoniously discharged his niece from her employ. Mrs. Lincoln met him at the door, and being somewhat wrought up gave vent to her feelings, resorting to such violent gestures and emphatic language that the man was glad to beat a hasty retreat. He at once started out to find Lincoln, determined to exact from him proper satisfaction for his wife's action. Lincoln was entertaining a crowd in a store at the time. The man, still laboring under some agitation, called him to the door and made the demand. Lincoln listened for a moment to his story. "My friend, he interrupted, "I regret to hear this but, let me ask you in all candor, can't you endure for a few moments what I have had as my daily portion for tho last 15 years?" These words were spoken so mournfully and with such a look of distress that the man was completely disarmed. It was a case that appealed to his feelings. Grasping the unfortunate husband's hand, he expressed in no uncertain terms his sympathy and even apologized for having approached him. He said no more about the infuriated wife, and Lincoln afterward had no better friend in Springfield.

In Time of Storm.

Mr. Lincoln ne^r had a confidant, and therefore neve? unbosomed himself to others. He never spoke of his trials to me or, as far as I know, to any of his friends. It was a great burden to carry, but he bore it sadly enough and without a murmur. I could always realize when he was in distress without being told. He was not exactly an early riser —that is, he never usually appeared at the office till about 9 o'clock in the morning. I usually preceded him an hour. Sometimes, however, he would come down as early as 7 o'clock—in fact, on one occasion I remember he came down before daylight. If, on arriving at the office, I found him in, I knew instantly that a breeze had sprung up over the domestic sea, and that the waters were troubled. He would either be lying on the lounge looking skyward or doubled up in a chair with his feet resting on the sill of aback window. He would not look up on my entering and only answered my "Good morning" with a grunt. I at once busied myself with pen and paper or ran through the leaves of some book, but tho evidence of his melancholy and distress was so plain and his silence so significant that I would grow restless myself, and finding some excuse to go to the courthouse or elsewhere would leave the room.

The door of the office opening into a narrow hallway was half glass, with a curtain on it working on brass rings strung on wire. As I passed out on these occasions I would draw the curtain across tho glass, and before I reached the bottom of the stairs I could hear the key turn in tho lock, and Lincoln was alone in his gloom. An hour in the clerk's office at the courthouse, an hour longer in a neighboring store having passed, I would return. By that time either a client had dropped in and Lincoln was propounding the law, or else the cloud of despondency had passed away, and he was busy in the recital of an Indiana story to whistle off the recollections of the morning's gloom. Noon having arrived, I would depart homeward for my dinner. Returning within an hour, I would find him still in the office, although his house stood but a few squares away, lunching on a slice of cheese and a handful of crackers, which, in my absence, he had brought tip from a store below. Separating for the day at 5 or 6 o'olock in the evening, I could still leave him behind, either sitting on a box at the foot of the stairway, entertaining a few lovAgers, or killing time in the same way on the oourthonse steps. Alight in the office after dark attested his presence there till late along in the night, when, after all the world had gone to Bleep, the tall form of the man destined to be the nation's president could have been seen strolling along in the shadows of trees and buildings and quietly slipping in through the door of a modest frame house, which it pleased the world, in a conventional way, to call his home.

THE TATTLER.

Lily, duchess of Marlborough, desire3 to be known heneeforth as Lady William Beresford.

Miss Daisy Barbce, niece of Bailey Wagner of Atchison, Kan., was licensed to practice law a few days ago at St. Louis.

Miss Eliza Wesley, the granddaughter of Charles and grandnicce of John Wesley, died recently in London at the age of 76. She was a church organist.

The Countess of Essex, who before her marriage was Miss Adele Grant, daughter of Mrs. Beach Grant of New York, has been accouched of a daughter.

Emma Playter Seabury of Pittsburg, Kan., has been awarded the prize of 825 recently offered by The Spire of Boston for the best short poem on "Love."

Miss Katherine Drexel of Philadelphia, who is now called Mother Katherine, has built a Roman Catholic church for the negroes in New Orleans, which will be called St. Katherine's.

The Armenians of Boston have presented to Miss Alice Stone Blackwell a valuable clock bearing the shield of Armenia. It is a testimonial of appreciation of her efforts for the race.

Miss Annie Dawson, an Arickaree Indian who graduated a few days ago from the Hampton school, has just been appointed field matron at Berthold, N. D., by the United States government.

Lillie Devereux Blake says Eve was a woman's suffragist when she ate the apple, and Adam stood and looked on, as an obedient husband should, and was glad to know that she was absorbing wisdom.

Mrs. Julia Ward Howe took part in the patriotic exercises at the Norcross school in South Boston recently, delivering an address and reciting her poems, "To the Flag" and "Battle Hymn of the Republic."

Miss Annie S. Peck, a scholarly young woman of Providence, is to make the attempt to ascend the Matterhorn this summer. She was graduated from the University of Michigan in 1878. While studying in Athens in 18S5 she ascendcd Hymettus and Pentelicus.

Miss Frances Willard's example in learning to ride the bicycle bids fair to bo imitated by many other women of mature years. The ReV. Phebe A. Hanaford, who has left her first youth some distance behind her, is practicing with the wheel, and Mme. Hanna Korany of Syria, too, is taking bicycle lessons.

The widely circulated report that Queen Victoria proposed conferring the Order of the Garter on little Queen Wilhelmina of Holland is found to be entirely without foundation. It would be an unprecedented act, as the Garter has never yet been bestowed upon a female foreign sovereign, and in no case would it be given to one under the age of 18.

THE STAMP OF STYLE.

Somo of the new crepons show changeable effects. Novel French creped silks are printed in chine devices.

Fancy dress buttons match Dresden designs in silk and satin ribbons. Many of the new silk waists have entire fronts of guipure or point de gene laoe.

Undressed kid gloves of palo cameo pink are worn with evening toilets of cream or pale rose color.

Box plaited waists of light colored liberty satin are fashionably worn with full gored skits of white serge or crepon.

Sleeves of transparent material are lined with thinnest tarlatan to keep them in place and caught up with ribbon rosettes with pretty effect.

Yokes, revers, sailor collars and bands of 6atin or velvet ribbon edged or covered with jet are favorite modes of decorating silk or light wool dresses.

Pure undyed silk with a weave resembling canvas and rather coarse in texture is called Arabian silk. It is used for tailor suits for morning and traveling wear.

Dressy sleeves for afternoon as well as evening wear aro made quite short, reaching only to the elbow. Thence falls a very deep, full frill of lace, covering the arm to the wrist.

Golden russet shades are in high favor once again in addition to tan, fawn and beige tints. These dyes appear among gowns, jackets, waists, capes, gloves and hosiery. Shoes to match are worn.

Costumes of pure white, from the plain crepon or silk parasol to the tip of the shoes, will bo one of the prevailing fashions in summer dress, and they will bo worn morning, noon and night in all tho varying graces of elegance.—New York Post. ,,

PEN, CHISEL AND BRUSH.

William Lamb Picknell, the American artist, has been awarded a third class medal by tho committee on awards of tho Paris salon.

Frank Fowler is painting a portrait of ex-Governor Flower for the executive mansion at Albany and of Archbishop Gorrigan for the New York Catholio club.

Rider Haggard considers "Jess" his most finished novel, on which his fame will be most likely to rest. The heroine of the Transvaal tragedy was a real person, and her house is shown to tourists who visit Pretoria.

William Taylor Adams, "Oliver Optio," the veteran story writer for boys, although 73 years old, is still fond of travel. He says that in writing his tales he aims at simplicity of style, but makes it a point never to write down to boys.

Henry B. Hertz, the young New York architect, is an exhibitor at the Paris salon this year. He shows four architectural landscapes of English scenery. Mr. Hertz has been admitted to tho Ecole des BeauxArts, having passed a creditable examination.

Rudolph Evans, a young Washington sculptor, is modeling a bust of Secretary Morton. The young man has not taken a single measurement in making this bust," said tho secretary, "and yet its proportions are so perfect that my old hat fits it as well as it does myself," which of course is high art.

GOTHAM'S POLICE.

The New York patrolmen are of the opinion that Theodore Roosevelt sets a bad example to labor by his willingness to work overtime.—Washington Star.

Thomas Byrnes always has been a man of nerve. Therefore he will continue to accept from the people of New York his honorarium of $8,000 per year.—New York Recorder.''^"7

From the reputation the New York police force has gained for sleeping, people are hot surprised when they learn that so many members of It want to retire.— Yonkers Statesman.

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GEMS IN VERSE.

Art's Use.

Art's use—what is it but to touch the springs Of nature? But to hold a torch up for Humanity in life's large corridor, To guide the feet of peasants and of kings? What is it but to carry union through

Thoughts alien to thoughts kindred and to merge The lines of color that should not diverge And give the sun a window to shine through? What is it but to make the world have heed

For what its dull eyes else would hardly scan? To draw in a stark light a shameless deed

And show the fashion of a kingly man? To cherish honor and to smite all shame, To lend hearts voices and give thoughts a name? —Gilbert Parker.

The Dnmb Child.

She is my only girl. I asked for her, as some most precious thing, For all unfinished was love's jeweled ring

Till set with this soft pearl. The shadow time brought forth I could not see. How pure, how perfect seemed the gift to rue I

Oh, many a soft old tune I used to sing unto that deadened ear And suffered not the slightest footstep near,

Lest she might wake too soon, And hushed her brothers' laughter as she lay. Ah, needless carol I might have let them play.

'Twas long ere I believed That this one daughter might not speak to me, Waited and watched, God knows how patiently,

How willingly deceived. Vain love was long the untiring nurse of faith And tender hope until it starved to death.

Oh, if she could but hear For one short hour till I her tongue might teach To call me mother in the broken speech

That thrills the mother's ear! Alas, those sealed lips never may bo stirrod To the sweet music of that holy word.

My heart it sorely tries To see her kneel with such a rev'rent air Beside her brothers at their evening prayer,

Or lift those earnest eyes To watch our lips, as though our words she knew, Then move her own, as she were speaking too.

I've watched her looking up To the bright wonder of a sunset sky With such a depth of meaning in her eye

That 1 could almost hope The struggling soul would burst its binding cords And the long pent up soul flow forth in words.

The song of bird and bee, The chorus of the breezes, streams and groves, All the grand music to which nature moves

Are wasted melody To her, tho world of sound a tameless void, While even silence hath its charm destroyed.

Her face is very fair Her blue eyes beautiful of finest mold The soft white brow, o'er which in waves of gold

Ripples her shining hair. Alas, this lovely temple closed must be, For He who made it keeps the master key.

Wills He the mind within Should from earth's babel clamor be kept free, E'en that His still small voice and step might be

Heard in its inner shrine Through that deep hush of soul with clearer thrill? Then should I grieve? O murmuring heart, be still I

She seems to have a sense Of quiet gladness in her noiseless play. She hath a pleasant smile, a gentle way,

Whose voiceless eloquence Touches all hearts, though I had once the fear That even her father would not care for her.

Thank God it is not so. And when his boys are playing merrily She comes and lays her head upon his knee.

Oh, at such times I know By his full eye and tones subdued and mild How his heart yearns over his silent child.

Not of all gifts bereft Even now. How could I say she did not speak? What real language lights her eye and cheek

And renders thanks to Him who left Unto her soul yet open avenues For joy to enter and for love to uso!

And God in love doth give To her defect a beauty of its own. And we a deeper tenderness have known

Through that for which we grieve. Yet shall the seal be melted from her ear— Yes, and my voice shall fill it, but not here.

When that new sense is given, What rapture will its first experience be That never woke to meaner melody

Than tho rich songs of heaven 1 To hear tho full toned anthem swelling round While angels teach the ecstasy of sound! —John H. Warland.

A Noiseless, Patient Spider.

A noiseless, patient spider I marked where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding It launched forth filament, filament, filament out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you, O my soul, whore you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to conncct them, Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul! —Walt Whitman.

Conrt Martialed.

The prisoner was young. His soft brown eyes Few more than twenty summers had beheld. His lips, the best of Cupid's handiwork,

As soon as seen all thoughts of guilt dispelled. Ho stood before the judge severe

And answered in a sweet voice clear Tltat won the hearts of all to hear.

"Young man, you're here to answer to a charge Of theft, your doom to be pronounced today, But at the girl's request—the plaintiff here—

I ask tho question, Have you anything to say?" These last words caused a little stir.

The boy cust one fond glance at her, Then sadly answered, "Guilty, sir."

Confessed! No person there was tranquil now. "Three stolen kisses!" doth the judge announce. "Three stolen kisses! On tho guilty wretch

The plaintiff shall herself the fate pronounce." Her cheek with pretty crimson burned,

And thus the lad his sentence learned "The stolen property must be returned." —Lena Gilbert Brown-Ford.

The Drone.

Let me not like a useless weed In rankness flourish still. But may I both in word and deed

A true man's part fulfill.

To work, to strive, to have an aim, No matter what it be. If conscience free my soul from blame.

It must advantage me.

For death it is, a death in life, For any man to stand Apart and view his fellow's strife

And not to bear a hand.

The stagnant pool so foul to see, The tree that rots at core, 5 Are fitting types of raoh as he

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That rusteth evermore.

Ho work is lost, no striving or endeavor Bat marches through the future's open door, And through the present age Is throbbing evef

The life of all ages gone before.

BISHOP POTTER'S SYMPATHY.

Taking His Turn as Pastor of the Poor In New York. rSpecial Correspondence.]

NEW YORK, July 22.—Henry Codman Potter, Episcopal bishop of New York, who is taking his turn as pastor of the Cathedral mission on the east side so as to study slum life at first hand, is a most interesting ecclesiastic.

He is of an aristocratic family, with all the tendencies involved in such ties and association as must be his, yet ho is full of sympathy for tho poor, full of feeling for tho oppressed, and on more than one occasion he has spoken so strongly upon what ho considers the tenof a times to so overreach themselves as to call out sere it is from certain quarters. In fact, some of tho so called money kings havo said he was certainly a socialist BISHOP in effect if not by profession and really little less than an anarchist. When New York celebrated the jpur hundredth anniversaty of tho discovery of America by Columbus, ho preached a sermon before the prosident of the United States and his cabinet in tho course of which ho denounced "plutocracy" in almost unmeasured terms and declared that of all dangers to the republic it was perhaps the worst. This sermon created no end of talk^hough it was not more outspoken than many others delivered in tho hearing of less prominent auditors from time to time.

Bishop Potter is of very distinguished bearing and of strong though comely countenance. With the exception of rather modest side whiskers his clean cut face is shaven smooth, and wero it not for those little hirsuto appendages ho might readily be taken for a Catholic prelate. He wears tho conventional .'ittiro of the high church Episcopalian priest, and it well sots off his tall and excellently proportioned figure. In many ways he resembles and recalls his deceased brother, Clarkson M. Potter, who was so prominent in congress about 20 years ago.

Although tho bishop is radical in somo directions, ho is very conservative in others. He does not believe it to be specially conducive to the good of the church or of tho community for clergymen to be as prominent in social affairs as they are in England. He believes there are times, however, when it should not only be considered the privilego but the boundon duty of the clergy to take part in public matters. This doos not mean that ho favors what is known as "politics in the pulpit," but it does mean that ho believes the spiritual leaders of the people ought to take part in any reform movement of importance when it is clear that they can thus help along tho proposed reform. At such times he favors "sensational preaching," if preaching that makes a sensation may be properly known by that term, and this is shown conclusively by his own occasional sermons that make sensations, one of which has been specifically referred to above. He holds very pronounced views as to the duty of the citizen at tho ballot box and bolieves that when all good men go to the polls at every election, if that time ever comes, thorough and permanent reform will be practically accomplished.

Bishop Potter holds strong and well defined views upon the duty of the clergymen of his church toward that organization. In a charge which he delivered to the clergymen of his diooftse three or four years ago he made clear to them just what his views are upon this and other subjects of vital importance to Episcopalians. This document was issued during ono of the earlier periods of excitement ovor the liberalism of Professor Briggs of the Union Theological seminary and its bearing upon the Presbyterian church. The Briggs excitement had brought about very general discussion of tho essentials of belief not only among his own denomination, but also among communicants of other churches, including the Episcopal.

The first point brought out by this charge of tho bishop was that the clergy lie under different obligations to their church than do tho laity. When ordained, they aro sworn to teach "tho doctrine of Christ as this church hath received the same," and tho bishop said tho notion that after such an engagement they aro at liberty to renounce tho doctrines of the church and yet continue to hold place and emoluments to which they are entitled only by reason of that promise is "an immoral one." If a clergyman concludes that ho can no longer continue tho propagation of tho faith "as received" by him, there is no course left to him but withdrawal from his clerical position. At tho samo timo tho bishop was very careful to draw a clear distinction between vital matters of faith and matters of opinion, articles of belief and personal viows of thoso articles which must necessarily differ in the cases of difforont men. No clergyman is at liberty to deny tho divine inspiration of tho Scriptures, but overy clergyman frankly accepting tho reality of inspiration is at liberty to hold any theory concerning it which commends itself to his conscientious judgmont-.

In illustration of this point ho said concerning tho since deceased Phillips Brooks of Boston, who was mado a bishop before his death, that becauso such a man as Dr. Brooks did not fully indorse tho doctrine of the apostolio succession was no reason whatover for the beliovers therein to deny him any of tho rights, privileges or courtesies that should bo extended to any Episcopal clergyman of approved doctrine and good standing. Indeed Bishop Potter wont further. He said that to suggest that such a man bo exclndod from oven the highest office of the church for any such nonessential difference of belief was a piece of "partisan insolence." Throughout tho whole of this chargo Bishop Potter showed himself to be an extremely broad and strong man. It was called out by certain tendencies displayed by various Episcopal clergymen of New York and probably fostered by the fight against Dr. Briggs to prosecute one another because of differences of opinion, and It not only added greatly to the bishop's prestige as a well balanced ecclesiastic, but It reduced Immensely the differences In the Episcopal church in New York.

Bishop Potter's determination to personally help In work among the poor Of Now York will undoubtedly prove a great stimulant to suoh work on the part of the Episcopal clergymen in the future and is therefore greatly to be commended for Its general and farreaching tendencies as well as for the Immediate benefit that may be received by those among whom he has located himself for the time being.

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