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UBI MEL, IBI MUSCA."

No. 2-New Series.

SATURDAY, JANUARY 13.

[TWOPENCE.

Every purchaser of this number of “The Fly," is entitled to an exquisitely-executed Lithographic Print-"The Card Party;"

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MONSIEUR TOBY.

the air of taking it very composedly. His well-rounded chin, that nervous arm, anx

head rested on the queue of his bass, and his iously stretched towards the platform, pro(For the FLY.)

right hand held the bow in a state of repose duced an effect altogether admirable. The first time my eyes fell upon him, I upon the dumb cord of the instrument. When the emotion of the old musician had thought I was looking on one of those old -At the third summons from the chief, ceased, he gravely took the how in his left fantastic master choristers of Hoffman-so he turned towards him his dark full eye, hand, carefully covered with a leather glove, poor, so great, and yet so full of kindness, opened with such a singular expression of and with the right seized a large lump of His back was a trifle bowed, his head inclined naiveté, that I cannot conceive a better nor a rosin. As he turned his head at this moment a little to the right shoulder, his countenance more humble justification. The next moment towards the spectators, my look of pity and furrowed in every sense of the word with his attention was directed to his score, and regard, which he must have caught on the deep wrinkles ; but his eye was calm and the bow, it seemed, performed mechanically, instant, was sufficient, for that coup d'ail won mild, without lacking spirit. His face left and of itself, some solemn scrapes, with me his confidence. The curtain fell. The you to imagine the thousand ills that flesh is out the body being in the slightest degree orchestra disappeared one by one, or in small heir to, so truly ; and his grey coat, old and roused from its state of torpor; and I was groups. Alone, M. Toby remained melan. threadbare, bespoke a misery so great, that a fain to believe that it was the bow made the choly sitting upon his chair. Why did not sıile then rising to my lips was checked be arm to move, and not the arm that gave he go with the rest to drink his bottle of beer, fore it could be called one, and pity was effect to the bow. The stalls and my neigh- and breathe the pure fresh air under the awakened in its place for the pour musician. bours laughed long and loud at the poor per- foliage of the Luxembourg ? This is one of I was about to ask his name of my neigh- secuted Toby, and at the negative enthusiasm those mysteries that delicacy forbids our unbours, when I heard the dry hard voice of the he showed in the execution of his part. The ravelling. He was dull, and even sad; his leader of the band jog on, step by step, the dandified portion of this clique, rejoicing in mournful eye seemed ready to close with dormant propensities of the poor old fellow. canary gloves, cracked many a joke at his ex- fatigue and ennui. I came close, and spoke

"M. Toby, you are not heard at all. M. pense. Some found that his profile well de to him; he awoke up and revived. At the Toby, you are falling asleep.". Then again- scribed an Isoceles triangle; the most proini- end of the entr' acte, I was so well in his good "M. Toby, you strike your pé too low. Mon nent and pointed angle of which was his opinion that half an hour afterwards I knew Dieu ! pay more attention, M. Toby.”

Others wished to know if by chance the whole history of his life. It is now time to inform the reader that it was not the mummy of Tobie, the vener- At this time, M. Toby, it may be said, is M. Toby formed a part of the orchestra of able person of Holy Writ, whom they had in the vale of years, and may be seventy, and the Luxembourg. In this orchestra there rigged out in French guise, and stuck there, though often wounded, he is not very much were two corps essentially different. On the to save a living and regular hired musician. broken for his age. Son of a Lieutenantright the musicians are young: with them For my part, these agreeable bon mots and Colonel, and his origin from Anversois, he their eye is lively, their moustache black, facetiæ interested me but little, and I listened was born a musician. At ten years old he their hand steady and alert. Not one of to them hardly more than I did to the tirades could play well and ill on all sorts of instruthem but has seen and heard Paganini ; and, of the murdering hero (another George Barn. ments, and was excellent in especial upon the what is more, have turned these opportune well story) they were playing before me; my horn. He was in fact a little prodigy; but, incidents to account. These are the violins eyes and attention being wholly engrossed as a drawback to his talents, young Toby was capriciose and roinantic. On the left is more with poor old M. Toby.

of a most independent spirit, and not very classical ground-ground nearly deserted, for At this moment his attention was directed susceptible of control, it has but two competitors ; a white-haired to the piece; his spectacles had fallen down One day, his father not knowing well what violin, and a grey-headed bass. My hero is over his nose, and his countenance lighted to do with him, took him to Brost, on preon the left : he is the bass. To any other the up like a young premier, so absorbed was he tence of showing him a ship of war, and went incessant stimulations and pungent excite in the contemplation of the heroine. Never on board one of those belonging to the squadments of the conductor would have caused was profile more original or more graphic in ron of M. the Count de Suffren, then fitting strong marks of impatience. Poor Toby had its character. That pendant lip, that full, out for India. Little Toby, it would seem,

nose.

John Cunningham, Printer, Cro!rn-court Fleet-street

had been also born with sea legs. Hardly | When you have heard the tale they told me When a spring-lock, that lay in ambush was he got upon deck, than he became a

there.

there, sailor at once, as he had become a musician,

Fastened her down for ever! by inspiration. There he was skipping She was an only child-her name Ginevra,

ROGERS. among the cordage, and balancing himself on The joy, the pride of an indulgent father; the main-yard.

And in her fifteenth year became a bride, “Bon voyage, my child," said his father, Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria,

THE RUNAWAY. "you will have ample time to make acquaint- Her playmate from her birth, and her first

love.

FROM AUDUBON'S BIOGRAPHY OF BIRDS. ance with the sea. The Lieutenant-Colonel recommended him

Never shall I forget the impression made

Just as she looks there in her bridal dress, to the captain ; and the captain, to use a nautical phrase, “ liking the cut of his jib,” Her pranks the favourite theme of every the relation of it will not excite in that of my

on my mind by the rencontre which forms the She was all gentleness, all gaiety,

subject of this article ; and I even doubt if matters were soon adjusted between them, and old Toby disappeared. When our hero But now the day was come, the day, the

tongue.

reader emotions of varied character. descended from the main-yard, they made

hour ;

Late in the afternoon of one of those sultry him tipsy. Wine is the opium of children.

days which render the atmosphere of the Toby fell fast asleep. The next day, when Now, frowning, smiling for the hundredth Louisiana swamps pregnant with baneful he awoke, he was surprised at not seeing his The nurse, that ancient lady, preached de- distant'home, laden with a pack consisting of

effluvia, I directed my course towards my father, nor the chimnies of the town of Brest.

corum ; Nothing but sky and water, and the ship And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave

five or six Wood Ibises, and a heavy gun, the scudding before the wind majestically her

weight of which, even in those days when eight knots an hour. She was not called the Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco.

my natural powers were unimpaired, preAlerte for nothing.

F. E.
Great was the joy ; but, at the nuptial feast,

vented me from moving with mnch speed. (To be concluded in our next.) When all sate down, the bride herself was

Reaching the banks of a miry bayou, only a wanting,

few yards in breadth, but of which I could Nor was she to be found! Her father cried, not ascertain the depth, on account of the “ 'Tis but to make a trial of our love !"

muddiness of its waters, I thought it might GINEVRA.

And filled his glass to all; but his hand be dangerous to wade through it with my shook,

burden ; for which reason, throwing to the If ever you should coine to Modena,

And soon from guest to guest the panic opposite side each of my heavy birds in suc(Where among other relics you may see

spread.

cession, together with my gun, powder-flask, Tassoni's bucket-but 'tis not the true one)

and shot-bag, and drawing my hunting-knife Stop at a palace near the Reggio-gate, 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, from its scabbard, to defend myself, if need Dwelt in of old by one of the Donati. Laughing, and looking back, and flying still, should be, against alligators, I entered the Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. water, followed by my faithful dog. As I And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, But now, alas! she was not to be found ; advanced carefully and slowly, Plato swam Will long detain you—but, before you go, Nor from that hour could any thing be around me, enjoying the refreshing influence Enter the house--forget it not, I pray you

guessed,

of the liquid element that cooled his fatigued And look awhile on a picture there. But that she was not !

and heated frame. The water deepened, as

did the mire of its bed; but with a stroke or 'Tis of a lady in her earliest youth,

Weary of his life,

two I gained the shore. The last of that illustrious family;

Francesco flew to Venice, and embarking, Scarcely had I stood erect on the opposite Done by Zampieri – but hy whom I care not. Flung it away in battle with the Turk. bank, when my dog ran to me, exhibiting He, who observes it, ere he passes on, Donati lived and long might you have seen marks of terror, his eyes seeming ready to Gazes bis fill, and comes and comes again, An old man wandering as in quest of some- burst from their sockets, and his mouth grinThat he may call it up when far away.

thing

ning with the expression of hatred, while bis Something he could not find—he knew not feelings found vent in a stifled growl. Think She sits, inclining forward as to speak,

what.

ing that all this was produced by the scent of Her lips half open, and her finger up, When he was gone, the house remained a wolf or bear, I stooped to take up my gun, As though she said “Beware!” her vest of

awhile

when a stentorial voice commanded me to gold,

Silent and tenaniless, then went to strangers. “ Stand still, or die!” Such a qui vive in Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, Full fifty years were past, and all forgotten, I instantly raised and cocked my gun; and

these woods was as unexpected as it was rare, An emerald stone in every golden clasp !

When on an idle day, a day of search, And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, Mid the old lumber in the gallery,

although I did not yet perceive the indivi

dual who had thus issued so peremptory a A coronet of pearls.

That mouldering chest was noticed ; and
'twas said,

mandate, I felt determined to combat with But then her face,

By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, him for the free passage of the grounds. So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, Why not remove it from its lurking-place ?" from the bushy underwood, where until that

Presently a tall, firm-built negro emerged The overflowings of an innocent heart

moment he must have been crouched, and in It haunts me still, though many a year has 'Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way fed, It burst, it fell; and lo! a skeleton

a louder voice repeated his injunction. Had Like some wild melody!

With here and there a pearl, an emerald I pressed a trigger, his life would have instone,

stantly terminated; but observing that the Alone it hangs,

A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold. gun which he aimed at my breast was : Over a mouldering heir-loom, its companion All else had perished-save a wedding ring,

wretched rusty piece, from which fire could An oaken chest, balf eaten by the worm, And a small seal, her mother's legacy, not readily be produced, I felt little fear, and But richly carved by Antony of Trent Engraven with a name, the name of both

therefore did not judge it necessary to proWith Scripture stories froin the life of Christ; “ Ginevra."

ceed at once to extremities. I laid my gun A chest that came from Venice, and had held

at my side, tapped my dog quietly, and asked The ducal robes of some old ancestor

- There then had she found a grave! the man what he wanted. That by the way - it may be true or false Within that chest had she concealed herself, My forbearance, and the stranger's long But don't forget the picture; and you will Fluttering with joy, the happiest of the habit of submission, produced the most not,

happy;

powerful effect on his mind.

A FRAGMENT.

"Master,” said he, “ I am a runaway. I No harm, master ; I only give notice to

THE MEADOW. might perhaps shoot you down ; but God my wife and children that I am coming.' forbids'it, for I feel just now as if I saw him A tremulous answer of the same nature ready to pass his judgment against me for gently echoed through the tree-tops. The

I had occasion, on returning to my own such a foul deed, and I ask mercyat your

hands. Runaway's lips separated with an expression country, to pass through a valley which I had For God's sake, do not kill mə, master.” of gentleness and delight, when his beautiful

travelled six weeks before. The same flock “And why," answered I, “have you left set of ivory teeth seemed to smile through

was feeding there as formerly, the same stillyour quarters, where certainly you must have the dusk of the evening that was thickening ness prevailed, nothing seemed changed. I fared better than in these unwholesome around us. swamps ?”

“ Master," said he, “my wife, though first visit had directed me, with much intel

looked for the young shepherd who at my “Master, my story is a short but a sorrow- black, is as beautiful to me as the President's ligence, on the roads I had to pass in this ful one. My camp is close by, and as I know wife is to him: she is my queen, and I look mountain district; he was not there. A cotyou cannot reach home this night, if you will on our young ones as so many princes : but tage-girl, it appeared, had filled his place. I follow me there, depend upon my honour you you shall see them all, for here they are, questioned her on the subject of my quondam shall be safe until the morning, when I will thank God!"

guide. carry your birds, if you choose, to the great There, in the heart of the cane-brake, I

Alas! I know not,” she replied, raising road."

found a regular camp. A small fire was her eyes mournfully; "we are still expecting The large intelligent eyes of the negro, the lighted, and on its embers lay grinding some him. Alexis took his station usually under complacency of his manner, and the iones of large slices of venison. A lad nine or ten that old willow which you see yonder on the his voice, I thought. invited me to venture ; years old was blowing the ashes from some

turn of the river. At that spot the turf is and as I felt that I was at least his equal, fine sweet potatoes. Various articles of still worn, and but little of it is now beginwhile, moreover, I had my dog to second ine, household furniture were carefully disposed ning to grow again: by and bye, it will be as I answered that I would follow him. He ob- around, and a large pallet of bear and deer- high and abundant as the rest of the meadow, served the emphasis laid on the words, the skins seemed to be the resting-place of the for Alexis I fear will never return.

It was meaning of which he seemed to understand whole family. The wife raised not her eyes there every morning that Margaret brought 60 thoroughly, that, turning to me, he said,

towards mine, and the little ones, three in him a basket cortaining the day's repast, “ There, master, take my butcher's knife, number, retired into a corner like so many which she herself prepared, and sat herself while I throw away the flint and priming discomfited racoons; but the Runaway, bold down on the bank he had raised for her, and from my gun!”

and apparently happy, spoke to them in such when she returned to the farm, he saw her as Reader, I felt confounded. This was too cheering words, that at once one and all far as the high road. It is now a month much for me.

I refused the knife, and told seemed to regard me as one sent by Provi- since Margaret fell dangerously ill. Alexis him to keep his piece ready, in case we might dence to relieve them from all their troubles. brought home his flock earlier at night than accidentally meet a cougar or a bear. My clothes were hung up by them to dry, usual, and entering the cottage, his first in

Generosity exists everywhere. The great and the negro asked me if he might clean quiry was for Níargaret ; and, when he learnt est monarch acknowledges its impulse, and and grease my gun, which I permitted him all she had suffered during the day, he raised all around him, from his lowest menial to the to do, while the wife threw a large piece of his eyes in sorrow, and left us without speakproud nobles that encircle his throne, at times deer's flesh to my dog, which the children ing. Sometimes, more agitated, he would experience that overpowering sentiment. were already caressing.

join his hands together, appearing to clench offered to shake hands with the runaway. Only think of my situation, reader! Here them hard, for we have heard the sinews of

“Master,” said he, “I beg you thanks," I was, ten miles at least from home, and four his fingers crack, and then his breathing was and with this he gave me a squeeze, that

or five from the nearest plantation, in the short and painful. I was sent in place of alike impressed me with the goodness of his camp of runaway slaves, and quite at their Margaret to carry him his daily fare. I always heart, and his great physical strength. From merey. My eyes involuntarily followed their found him sitting upon her bank, his arms that moment we proceeded through the woods motions, but as I thought I perceived in them folded, and his eyes fixed upon vacancy : together. My dog smelt at hiin several times, a strong desire to make me their confidant when he found that I was near him, he apbut as he heard me speak in my usual tone of and friend, I gradually relinquished all susvoice, he soon left us, and ram led around as picion. The venison and potatoes looked peared surprised, as if he had not heard me

, long as my whistle was unused. As we pro- quite tempting, and by this time I was in a

Margaret died. On coming home, Alexis ceeded, I observed that he was guiding me

condition to relish much less savoury fare; found every body in tears. He turned pale, towards the setting of the sun, and quite so, on being humbly asked to divide the and when he perceived that Margaret was no contrary to my homeward course. I re- viands before us, I partook of as hearty a more, his head sank upon his breast, but he marked this to him, when he with the greatest meal as I had ever done in my life.

wept not. The next day I went as usual to simplicity replied, “ Merely for our security.” (To be concluded in our next.) the meadow. I found Alexis standing on the After trudging along for some distance,

border of the river, his hands clasped togeand crossing several bayous, at all of which

ther, apparently in deep meditation. I came he threw his gun and knife to the opposite Fiogging to Death.- The cruelties practised close to him without his perceiving me. le bank, and stood still until I had got over, we by the planters of Demerara towards the was talking to himself: I listened - My came to the borders of an iminense cane- slave population, have at different periods happiness,' said be, with a heavy sigh, 'has brake, from which I had on former occasions been almost inconceivably barbarous; and in passed away like this water : so, in like mandriven and killed several deer. We entered, a hot climate the wounds from the lash fre- ner, it can never return.' He was silent. I as I had frequently done before, now erect, quently produce death. In allusion to a re- called him by name several times, but he then on "all-fours." He regularly led the cent case, the following letter was trans- heard me not. At length, he calmly turned way, divided here and there the tangled mitted England :-" Dear sir; E. M--, round his head. I presented him the basket, stalks, and, whenever we reached a fallen the slave who was so dreadfully flogged on and put it beside him. At that moment the tree, assisted me in getting over it with all pos- estate, is now in a fair way of recovery, sod gave way beneath his feet, and a little of sible care. I saw that he was a perfect Indian by the use of Holloway's Ointment. Pray the turf, separating from the bank, plashed in the knowledge of the woods, for he kept a send me out a fresh supply, per Osiris. into the water. Take care," said i, “the direct course as precisely as any “ked-skin” | This is the sixth instance of the efficacy of river is deep at that spot. “I know it,' le I ever travelled with. All of a sudden he that celebrated unguent which has fallen rejoined placidly, people never come back emitted a loud shriek, not unlike that of an under my own observation. Yours, &c., J. any more. That night, at the hour of szpowl, which so surprised me, that I once more | Turner, Surgeon Inspector. --Certified as a per, Alexis was not come iš', nor were the instantly levelled my gun.

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TO THE COUNTRY TRADE. for him long and ancioni!. Ten o'clock !

NOTICE.

1 came, but he 12/0?!?!? Jot. We now feared

THE OLD SERIES OF THE “ FLY.” sume niischance either to bju or ilie ilork.

Mr. Glover, the publisher of the “Fly," I took a lantern, and attended by two men of &c.,) in answer to tie freqnent inquiries, in

The sixty-three numbers which form the the farm, we proceeded to the meadow. Notforms the Country Trade that he will supply

old series may be had of any bookseller, each withstanding the darkness of a cold gusty night, we perceived that the flock was dis-them with all the London Periodicals and accompanied by a lithographic print. persed. We called Alexis frequently, and the Newspapers for caslı, at a very reduced scale

The trade supplied at an immense reducmen made the hills resound with the shouting of charges-equal to any other agent in Lon- tion, on taking fifty dozen, which is only a of his name. But lie answered not. We re

don. paired to the willow, where he habitually took

Address (post-paid), to the “ Fly” good assortment. Country shopkeepers will

find this offer worthy their notice. his place ; he was not there. The basket was office, Water-lanc, Fleet-street, London. at the same spot I had left it in the inorning.

Sixpence each will be given for clean copies At length, by the light of our lantern, we

of Numbers 2 and 5 (without the prints). distinguished something white, which the

Apply at the office in London ; at No. 166,

THE FLY'S LETTER-BOX. wind at intervals waved to and fro; it was

Deansgate, Manchester; or to Mr. Henley, the straw hat of Alexis, which had got fast

Cheltenham. ened among the rushes. Footsteps were Vynheer Wodenblock," by our valued corclearly to be traced upon the damp ground,

respondent, F. E, the first part of which and tbese were lost at the spot where I had

was inserted in No. 63, shall ra-appear in OUR LAST AND BEST LIKENESS OF left Alexis in the morning." the fourth or fifth number of the new series.

THE QUEEN.
F. E.

“ Not Shelley." We have repeatedly said The first impressions from each of the

that we cannot promise to insert any article drawings prepared for last week's number of until we have perused it.

the “ Fly," were worked on imperial paper, WHEN I WAS IN MY PRIME.

"A Lover of Lithographs." Not an illo with great care, and may be had, price 6l.

worked impression of our Queen will be cach, plain, or ls.coloured. Order the New I mind me of a pleasant time

allowed to leave the office, and our correA scason long ago--

spondent may rely that if he postpones his Quees, published by Glover, at the “ Fly" The pleasantest I've ever known, purchase for a month, he will be sure of a

office. Or ever now can know ; fine impression. It was the nearest ap

MADAME VESTRIS. Bees, birds, and little tinkling rills,

proach to the excellence of French litho. So merrily did chime; graphy ever attained. We have many

The excitement caused by the hasty return The year was in its sweet spring-tide,

more such in hand. The new series of the from America, and re-appearance at the And I-was in my prime.

Fly" must be as unrivalled in talent as Olympic Theatre, of this beautiful and tait is in circula!ion.

lented actress, induces Mr. Glover to re-anI've never heard such music since,

"One of the Disappointed.” Be careful in nounce his accurate portrait of her, which From every bending spray;

keeping the numbers of the New Series created such a sensation previous to her de. I've never pull'd such primroses, Set thick on back or brae;

safe, as in all probability it will not be in
of our publisher to assist you.

parture. It is a full-length drawing on stone, I've never smelt such violets,

by the first artist in lithography of the day, As all that pleasant time

“A Brilliant.” "Try “Barfield's Diamond I found by every hawthorn root, Plate Powder."

and is printed on India paper, imperial size, When I was in my prime.

for framing “G. M. Rathbone." We have looked over

Reduced price, 6d., or is.

coloured. the tit-bits submitted by this gentleman, Yon moory down, so black and bare, Was gorgeous then, and gay

and unhesitatingly pronounce them exc

crable. “The Dinner-hunter" is very With gorse and gowan, blossoming

stale, as well as being very bad; and the As none blooms now-a-day ;

ARFIELD'S DIAMOND PLATA

BARF
Lines arit on the Death of an Only

POWDER.
The blackbird sings but seldom now,

Daughter” are villanous; as these extracts WARRANTED NOT TO WEAR TIIE PLATE. Up there in the old lime, will prove :

This article instantaneously cleuds all kinds of Where hours and hours he used to sing,

tarnish or rust, and, as if by magic, products : When I was in my primc. “ Thou art gone, and grim deat!ı haili bereft most inimitable polish upen Gold, Silver, Plated

Goods, Brass, Tin, and Copper, and makes Bribizli Such cutting winds came never then, Her whose sweet presence has chcered me for Plate, Zinc, or Pewier, look equal to the best Silves: To pierce one through and through; years;

Sold wholesale and retail, at Hallet and ('..'. More softly fell the silent shower Whose gentle affection had never left me, British Plate factory, 41, Ludgate-sireet; and ai More balmily the dew: Amid the similes of prosperity, or adversity's Wilson's, 87, l'enchurch-street; Thomas and Co.

, The morning mist and eve: ing haze,

tears."

Old Kent-road ; Birchmore, 4, New bent-ral : Unlike this cold grey rime,

Thomas, Hanimersmiti; kusiel, 67, Whitechap.! Seem'd woven waves of golden air,

road ; Brown, Commercial-road; Parker, Briedka When I was in iny priine.

· But short be my sorrow, I feel I am going, street, Lambeth; Whiteheaul, Minories; Battante", And soon will I burst from life's wearisonne Chemist to the Quien, 8, Castie Inn, Leice;

chain." And blackberries, so mawkish now,

square; S. Chappell, 81, Lombard-street; an! Were finely flavoured then ;

&c., &c., &c.

wholesale, at the Manufactury, 92, Fenchurcli-strei.

Agents wanted for every Town in the Kingdi mo. Aad hazel nuts, such clusters thick

N.B.-Plate (leaned with this Powder will got I ne'er shall pull again;

again tarnish. Price 6d. per Box. Nor strawberries, blushing wild, as rich

Nature is stronger than reason : for nature As fruits of sunniesi clime ;

is, after all, the text, reason but the com- Published for James Glover, at Water-lae, Now all is altered for the worse, inent. He is, indeed, a poor creature who

Fleet-street. Since I was in my prime !

does not feel the truth of more than he John Cunringhacı, Printer, Crown-court, 72, Flect-tr*** C. B. knors, or can explain satisfactorily to others.

the power

me,

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