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ORIGINAL COMPOSITION.
ELOQUENCE.
BY MATTIE C. ATKINS, MAYSVILLE, GA.
Who has not seen and realized the great
power which the eloquent speaker possesses
over the minds and hearts of men ? The true
orator, be he impostor or divine, corrupt poli
tician or true patriot, wields a more powerful
influence and grasps a greater dominion than
he who claims it by the right of the sword.
I'hilip, of Macedonia, once said, “ I fear
the eloquence of Demosthenes more than all
the fleets of Athens.” Wonderful declara
tion ; one man, without weapons or war-like
defence, throwing a more impregnable barrier
’round the classic city than all her brazen
ships of war and her legions of soldiers. —
Ah ! he was the Prince of orators ! By one
eloquent appeal he could make heroes of
cowards, and inspire them to dare and do
greater deeds than mortal men were wont to
perform. Ah, well might this magic power
of Demosthenes cause brave men to tremble
and women to weep.
But ’tis not to man alone that God hath
given eloquence. To the delicate ear and the
susceptible heart, there is eloquence in every
thing which lie has made. There is elo
quence in the gentle zephyrs which cool our
care-worn brows at twilights hour; they seem
to whisper of beautiful bowers and deep green
groves where they have been reposing, and
though we tread Sahara's burning sands, they
woo us forward to where bright flowers may
bloom for us again. Is there not eloquence
in the mighty winds which rave from sea to
sea and sigh through the branches of the leaf
less trees, and moan ’round our habitation in
the wintry midnight gloom? Ah! do they
not often find responsive echoes in our hearts?
They seem to be weeping over the lost spring
time and sunshine of summer, or perhaps are
pining, like human hearts,
** For fond faces, for dear places
That they've seen as on they swept;
They are sighing, they are crying.
O’er the memories they have left.”
Is there not eloquence, too, in the beauti
ful stars ? They arc ever burning like bea
cons of a better home, and point 11s from the
tangled maze of earthly sorrows and follies
to where we may find rest beyond their bright
sphere. The storm clouds sometimes obscure
them from our sight, like the dark cloud of
sorrow and misfortune, behind which our Sav
iour sometimes hides His face, and our spirits
grope in gloom—there seeming to be no way
of escape from its pityless furj'; but could
our eyes pierce through this gloom, we could
see that love burning with the same bright
ness, and hear his voice saying, “Be not
afraid, ’tis only the cloud between us.”
How we love to gaze upon the stars in their
soft radiant splendor and countless infinitude,
and contemplate the glory of Him who created
them. We wonder if those countless myriads
of worlds are peopled with beings like our
selves. Have they sinned like 11s, and fallen
under the curse? Ah! wc long to know if
sin has set his bloody seal upon them, and
stamped them with sorrow, with suffering and
death.
There is eloquence in the deep blue ocean.
Mcthinks the moaning, mighty, mighty waves
are ever sounding a requiem for those who
sleep so silently beneath its bosom. Long
ago they left the shore, and loving hearts
watched the great ship as they came to catch
a signal from the well-known hand and the
smile of recognition from loving lips. The
mother is watching for her noble boy, who
went away to return ere long ; the sister is
watching for the brother, and the father is
looking across the troubled waves each day
for the little child and its gentle mother, whose
infant arms were clasped gleefully round him
at parting, and, kissing the tears from off his
cheeks, said : “ Stay here, papa, 'til I come
back.” But the ship was lost, and the sweet,
warm smile of childhood and the noble heart
of manhood were frozen in the cold, cold
waves, and silently await the Judgment Day
in the deep, dark caves of the ocean.
There is eloquence in the mountain which
seems to scorn an earthly level, and tries to
rear its head far up into the misty clouds.
When we gain its ctherial summit, and gaze
down upon the beautiful earth, arrayed in all
her natural gorgeous beauty, and look far out
and high above us, ’til the eye grows weary
and the mind is staggered in its vain attempt
to comprehend this vast infinitude, ’tis then
the heart bows down before Him who called
them into existence; 'tis then we wonder that
lie should remember us in our insignificance.
It seemed, too, our Saviour loved the moun
tain's sublime solitude ; when weary and worn
with the temptations and persecutions of His
earthly career, thither lie would repair, to be
nearer and commune with His Father. He
preached and prayed on the mountain's top.
On Mount. Calvary He struggled with dying
mortality and ransomed a world, and from
the Mount of Olives His spirit ascended to
sit upon the throne which he had left high up
on the Mount of God. His voice speaks to
11s through the winds, the waves and the
mountains side; it whispers to our souls
through the lovely flowers and the silent
groves, and awakens the tender sensibilities in
our hearts, and involuntarily we adore the
Great Architect whose hand has diffused so
much beauty, grace and grandure throughout
this world of ours.
There is eloquence in a tear. Ah ! ’tis on
ly the recording angel and lie who looks up
on the heart, that can translate to us the true
eloquence of tears. The tear of repentance
for sins and follies speaks more than a grand
combination of words. The tear of sympathy
for another's grief, speaks to the heart with
an eloquence which is never forgotten, and
to many an obdurate heart it has revealed
the beauty of charity more than elegant ser
mons and studied appeals. There is elo
quence in the tear of resignation, while the
heart is crushed and bleeding, its hopes and
aspirations trampled beneath the feet of Des
tiny, its treasures and its loved ones rudely
torn and scattered by adversity’s pitiless
winds, if the humble, patient tear of resigna
tion is wrung from the overtried heart, while
the willing spirit says, “Thy will be done.”
There is eloquence in the tear of solicitude.
It seems there is something hallowed in the
tears of loving parents as they press our
hands as we go forth into the untried world,
and only say, “ God keep you, my child.”—
We can never realize all its true eloquence
Til, in after years, when cares and trials press
heavily upon us, and, in our despair and
loneliness, we remember those tears, and then
we appreciate their meaning.
There is eloquence in flowers—sweet, love
ly messengers from lost Paradise, unsullied
by the fall. Like pure innocent hearts, when
crushed by careless feet, they only give back
fragrance, which greet our senses like holy
inscense. , How many a tale of love might
they tell us which has been breathed in their
beautiful bowers ? How many tales of love
have they borne, how many scenes of festivity
graced, and strewn how many conquerer’s
paths. The moonbeams love to kiss their
glowing petals; the stars love to look upon
them and shed a softer radiance where they
bloom ; the refreshing dews do not forget
them, but fall softly upon their beds at night
and perpetuate their bloom.
Ah I we sometimes gaze upon a faded flow
er, long stored away, and it brings up sweet
memories and dear faces from the past;
through long weary years they come and greet
us face to face as in the olden time, and for
a while we hold sweet converse with them,
forgetting the grave closes over them, or
estranged their footsteps go, we know not
whither.
“ Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot de
stroy ;
You may break, you may ruin the vase if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang ’round it
Still.”
There is eloquence in a smile—the sweet,
genuine smile of childhood, which greets you
at your coming, and tells 3’ou that it loves
you, speaks eloquently to your heart —we
know no treacher}’, no deceit, no art lurks
there, and we wish we could always be as lit
tle children. Surely the angelic smile of
childhood cannot fail to touch the conscience
of the most sinful and degraded, while they
breathe a sigh for their lost purity and inno
cence.
How eloquently the smile of the dying
Christian speaks to us as the coils of mortal
ity are loosening their tenures from his strug
gling, and exultingly he passes from the dark
arena of his earthly conflicts to a brighter
sphere. lie has battled with temptation and
sin ; he has overcome the allurements of the
world and the wity arts of his soul's adver
sary. The conqueror's smile wreathes his
pallid lips, as he passes from life’s battle
fields to receive and wear the conqueror’s
crown.
HUMOROUS.
Fairly Caught.
There are more wa}'s than one to convey a
gentle and effectual admonition to the erring
brother. Here is a good story of the olden
time that will illustrate our meaning, and
who knows hut that it may suit a certain
locality not a thousand miles from this ?
Rev. Mr. had preached to one of the
congregations of his own circuit, and as was
the custom of the Methodist preaehers in
those days, after preaching, held a class-meet
ing. He had questioned each brother and
sister on the subject of their experience and
practice, and enjo3 r ment of the divine life,
giving each a word of encouragement and ad
vice, until all the members had been ques
tioned but a certain prominent church-mem
ber who it seemed owned a distillery, hut
kept it in the mountains, “on the sly as he
thought.” Mr. had, however, found out
the fact, and after some serious conversation
with others, the following took place:
Preacher—Well, brother Jerrj 7 , how do you
come on making whiskey ?
Brother (somewhat startled) —Oh, I don't
know exactly—tolerably well enough.
P.—Well, brother, what do you give for
corn ?
B.—Fifty cents a bushel. Ahem !
P.—Fifty cents! Very cheap at that, I
should say ; but another question : how much
whiskey do you suppose one bushel of corn
will make ?
B.—Can’t say ; I suppose about three gal
lons (very much confused.)
P.—So ! three gallons ! Why, that's a con
siderable turn out, I should judge. But, broth
er, what do you get a gallon for whiskey ?
li. (looking rather wild) —A dollar and a
half.
I'. —A dollar and a half! Two hundred
per cent., and that, too, I reckon hy the bar
rel ! You get more by the grog full. I sup
pose. But tell me, brother, isn't the slops
very good to fatten hogs ?
B.—Yes ; very good.
P.—And won't 3’our hogs come nigh
paying for the corn ?
B. (red as a beet) —Well, very nigh it.
P.—But to come down to the question.—
Brother, do you make a good article ? Will
it bear a bead ?
By this time the poor delinquent was per
fectly overwhelmed with confusion, and wish
ed he had never seen a distillery nor the
preacher either. But Mr. knew his man,
and after the meeting adjourned, took him
aside and remonstrated with him with such
good effect that lie actually broke up his dis
tillery and became a consistent Methodist.
But it was a long time before his neighbors
forgot to ask him whether he “ made a good
article,” and “ if it would bear a bead !”
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It’s a Boy.
One evening recently, the friends of a mar
ried couple up in Chillicothe determined to
give them a surprise party. To this end.
twelve couple of young ladies and gentlemen,
with well filled baskets, made their appearance
before the house about nine o’clock. As
they came up to the door they saw the gen
tleman standing in the alleyway with his
overcoat on, smoking a cigar, and the parlor
was all lighted up. This struck them as
rather singular, but the leader grabbed the
door-knob, and they rushed hilariously in.
The gas was burning brightly, and six digni
fied old ladies were sitting around the stoves,
looking as solemn as grand inquisitors.
“ Oh, my ! where's Mattie ?” shouted one
exhuberant young lad}', setting her basket
on the piano.”
“She’s up stairs,” said an old lady, looking
over her spectacles with solemn acrimony.
“ Let's have her down,” screamed half a
dozen girls in chorus, as they made a break
for the hall.
“ Here, girls, girls, don’t go up there !” and
the old ladies made a hasty attempt to check
the proposed raid.
“ Why, what on earth’s the matter here,
anyhow ?” inquired the impatient darlings.
“Well, I believe it’s a boy.”
“ Oh, let’s go !”
And that company of nice j’oung men and
women moved away like a soap bubble in a
hurricane, and the girls never stopped for
beaux or baskets, but stuffed their handker
chiefs in their mouths to hold their breath
down until they were safe behind their own
doors, and not a girl in the Fourth Ward
knows where Mattie lives.
POLITICAL.
From the Augusta Constitutionalist.
GENERAL COLQUITT.
HIS CONNECTION WITH THE GRANGE—nE DE
FINES HIS POSITION.
Very recently we received the following
communication ;
IS GEN. A. n. COLQUITT A GRANGER ?
Mr. Editor :—We learn this organization
ignores all other callings, professions and
businesses of life, save their own ; would blot
out all the businesses of middlemen in this
country that they cannot compass or control,
and establish direct trade with foreign na*
tions, to the detriment of their former friends
and country. Are these the views of the gen
tleman you recommend for Governor of this
great Commonwealth ?
Many of 3*our friends and fellow-citizens
who are honestly” engaged in the ordinary
pursuits of life, and who desire the
of all people and the advancement of our
grand old State to all others, should like to
hear from }’ou on the points referred to, as
you seem to endorse Gen. A. H. Colquitt for
Governor of Georgia. Subscriber.
In response to the above, Gen. Colquitt
Sent us the subjoined letter:
Atlanta. Ga., May 29, 1876.
James R. Randall , Esq., Augusta , Ga.:
My Dear Sir; —Your kind note, with the
enclosure of one from “Subscriber,” is before
me, and in the hurry of the moment I hope I
ma3 r be able to repty as fully as desired.
Yes, I am a Granger, and an earnest one.
approving heartily and without stint the great
and pure purpose of the Order. Certainly,
as I understand that purpose, it is not to ig
nore “ all other callings, professions and busi
nesses of life save this one,’’ nor is it making
an effort to “ blot out all the businesses of
middlemen in the country that it cannot com
pass or control,” nor to establish that sort of
direct trade with “foreign nations” which
would prove a “ detriment to its former friends
and country.” But the sort of Granger lam
seeks the real good and prosperity of our en
tire people and country by reforming and ad
vancing that interest upon which rests every
other. Depression rules the hour; every busi
ness and profession droops first of all things
because our husbandry is unprosperous.—
That languishes because of the unthrifty
methods of cultivation, and habits of manage
ment and economy; because it is made to
bear burdens it should not bear in justice to
it, and cannot bear. Some of these burdens
consist in great and useless circuity in buy
ing and selling—an enormous usury from cred
it instead of cash purchases, and a superflu
ous number of agencies which business cus
tom rather than legitimate demand has fasten
ed upon our trade. We can no more handle
crops without agents than wc can raise them
without hands, and I am no witness that the
enemies of the Order call to establish the ab.
surdity that some would charge ns with in
the alleged attempt to do this. But then we
know, to our cost, and the cost of ever3 r other
cognate interest, that a farmer’s labor cannot
bear the tariff which unnecessary agencies
and a round about road to market exact.—
To cheapen the wa3* to the ship, and to re
ceive our returns as all sane men wish to
have theirs, with a fair commission, as a fair
trade shall demand, are among the leading
objects of the Order. As to our efforts in the
line of direct trade, we think they are so ob
vious and just and patriotic as to
challenge the respect of the entire communit}'.
We can never be made to believe that our
people are benefitted by deflect ing the course
of trade from a direct line to Europe, and at
the cost of thousands of miles of transporta
tion, and annual millions of extra expense.
Our own sea ports are made bare of shipping,
that a strange self-denial and forgetfulness
allow to sail with enriching cargoes into oth
er harbors. The people in the South who live
by agriculture, have made but feeble efforts
heretofore to defend themselves against use
less and unjust hindrances simply because
we never could devise an effective organiza
tion whose agency could relieve us. We be
lieve at last that in the Grange we find this
organized power. Every other profession or
pursuit has its guild, why should we not have
ours ? Our calling as tillers of ‘the soil has
too much glorious purpose in it, and is kept
too amicable by our close S3 r mpath}- with
mother earth for its members to be brought
in hostile array against anj’ class of good and
sociable people. We are not in this attitude,
and it is only misconception of our object or
unkind misrepresentation of it, which could
induce the belief that wc are. Our rubric
holds us to industry, econom3‘, cash trade,
and as few intermediaries as possible. Direct
trade is a logical sequence from such premi
ses as these, and when we add that the Order
enjoins fraternity, “peace on earth and good
will to men,” can the most captious see any
thing here to blame ?
With high regard, I am yours, truly’',
A. 11. Colquitt.
The Two-Thirds Rule.
The Atlanta Constitution, after citing nu
merous instances where this “rule” has been
the means of producing untold evils to the
party adopting it, concludes with these for
cible suggestions:—
If the St. Louis convention is wise its first
act will be to repeal it. Unless it shall be
immediately repealed there is great danger
that it will produce feelings and results which
will lead to defeat. It is not democratic. It
is contrary to the spirit and principles of our
government, and we call upon the St. Louis
convention to bury it with the dead rubbish
of the buried past.”
Boston Post reminds the Republi
can party that “to try to fool the public into
believing that the nomination of anew man
would be equivalent to bringing anew part}'
into power, is like pretending that by mere
ly putting on a clean shirt one can complete
ly change his character.”
A Warning to Candidates for Office.
As aspirants for political honors arc heard
of all over the United States, it would not be
out of place to give the experience of a gen
tleman who ran for the Legislature in one of
the Northern counties, several years ago :
It was after the fall election that we met
him. His name was not Stretch, but we will
so designate him. He poured his sorrowful
story in the ear of an attentive, sympathetic
listener:
‘No, sir; I’ll never run for office again,
said Mr. Stretch. ‘You know when they
came and asked me if I’d accept a nomina
tion in the legislature they told me that the
whole community wanted me to run and that
I was certain to be elected, because I was a
man whose character w T as so good that no
body could find fault with it. I thought so
myself, and agreed to run, and accordingly
they nominated me. Well sir, the very next
morning, the Argus came out with an asser
tion that I had been detected stealing chick
ens, and it gave a full history of the case,
together with pictures of the chickens, and
after darkty hinting that since abandoning
chicken stealing I had been continually en
gaged in other forms of robbery, it asked if
the people of this State wanted to see a chick
en thief making laws for them. And the
mischief of it was that I did hook a couple
of chickens from my grandmother’s coop
when I was a boy, buthow’n th’ thunder the} 1,
ever found it out beats me. It was fifty-two
years ago.
‘ Now look at my nose ! It ain’t much of
a nose for beauty, is it ?—I know well enough
that it’s crooked. But nobodj' ever alluded
to it until I was nominated, and then the Ar
gus said there was a tradition that I had my
nose mashed around sideways during ray ca
reer as a prize fighter, although some people
insisted that I had run it hard against a door
while I was drunk. And then all the illus
trated papers in the State began to publish
pictures of me with a nose like the jib-sheet
of an oyster sloop, only twisted around side
ways ; and one of them said that when I
sneezed on the front porch the concussion
acted like a boomerang and blew the back
door open.
And then they tackled me about my war
record. You know I was out with the militia.
And then the Argus published a letter from
a man who said that during the battle of
Gettysburg I was in a refrigerator in a cellar
in the town, pretending that I was ordered
there to mount guard over some rations of
cold beef. And the Argus asserted that the
only manoeuvre I was ever good at was fall
ing back; that whenever the enemy was ex
pected to be approaching I alwa} r s made a
bee-line for Nova Scotia, and never turned
up until after the fight but once, and then we
were surprised, and I fired my musket so
wildly that I shot our own Colonel in the leg
and surrendered to an Irishman who belonged
to our regiment, and who came up to me to
borrow a plug of tobacco. To tell the truth, I
wasn't much of a fighting man, but how in
the mischief they found out about that re
frigerator gets me. Awful, isn’t it ? 1
wouldn’t have minded it so much, only they
got up a poster and stuck it around the
streets and headed it ‘Stretch’s War Record,’
and put on it a picture of me with a mon
strous lop-sided nose, sitting inside that re
frigerator gnawing at a bone of the roast
beef.
And then, as the campaign went on, they
accused me of having delirium tremens, of
wiping my nose on my sleeve, of robbing a
bank, of selling my dead aunt to a medical
college, and of holding the doctrine that the
whale did not swallow Jonah, and that when
Moses crossed the Red Sea he paddled over
in a boat. The Argns said that if my wife
dared to tell how I treated her the commu
nity would be filled with horror, but anybody
might see for themselves, who would notice,
that her back hair was thinned out. And it
said that I had a wen on my leg that unfitted
me for active duty any how, even if I had
not forfeited all claim to public confidence
by turning my grandfather out of doors when
he was dying of consumption, and then set
ting my dog on him and making the old man
roost in a mulberry tree on the coldest night
last winter for fear of being eaten up.
People began to avoid me on the streets.
The general impression prevailed that I was
a desperate and hardened villain. I might
have stood that, but you know the way they
levied on me for expenses was awful. There
was that brass band, I kept that band in
luxury for three months ; and it used to come
around and serenade me three nights in the
week, and wake all the babies in the neigh
borhood. I lost 200 votes in consequence
of those awakened babies. Then the club
would come and call on me for a speech, and
then I would have to ask them in to feed,
and they would stay there an,d howl until 4
o’clock in the morning, and get drunk and
fight and smash the furniture and bleed over
the carpets. Then they would assess me
for a mass meeting and adjourn. I handed
out cash for posters, rum, brass bands, fire
works, torchlight processions, transparencies
and flags, and the Argus all the time accus
ing me of buying up voters and having re
peaters in my pay.
The night of the election the brass band
and club came to congratulate me on my
success, and after having a fine spree and
concluding with a riot in the parlor, I went
to bed, glad I had won anyhow. The first thing
I saw in the Argus in the morning was the
announcement that the hoary-headed chicken
stealer had been beaten by over 2,000 major
ity, and would have to keep his eccentric nose
at home and reflect that a free people would
never elect to a responsible office a man who
would tree his consumptive grandfather and
traffic in the remains of his aunt. So that
lets me out of politics. When I run for office
again you may chuck me right into an insane
asylum.— Cov. Enterprise.
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PROSPECTUS
OF
The Spirit of the Age.
FEELING the great necessity for an Organ
through which the members and friends of the
Temperance Reform can communicate with each
other, and at the same time make known the
achievements of our army of Noble Reformers,
the undersigned proposes to commence the publi
cation, in the city of Athens, Ga., so soon as a
sufficient number of subscribers shall have been
obtained to justify the undertaking, of a weekly
paper, bearing the name of “ The Spirit of the
Age.” to be devoted to the advancement of the
glorious cause of Temperance.
The “ Age” will not be the organ of any par
ticular clique or society, but will be the advocate
of all Temperance work, under whatever name
presented, feeling satisfied that all of the means
employed in this Heaven blessed cause have the
same object in view, and are aiming for the same
glorious result—the entire suppression of the man
ufacture. sale and use of all kinds of intoxicating
liquors in our otherwise highly favored country—
to which the best efforts of “ The Spirit of the
Age” will at all times be devoted.
Some of the best Temperance writers in differ
ent portions of the United States will contribute
to its columns, furnishing Temperance news and
literature, thus keeping us informed as to the pro
gress of our work in various parts of our country.
At the same time, arrangements will be made to
have regular correspondents in every section of
our own State, to furnish us with everything that
may transpire in the Temperance Reform in their
own locality. By this means we hope to keep our
readers regularly posted as to everything of inter
est connected with our cause.
M e will also, each week, devote a portion of the
41 Age” to the family circle, publishing choice
Stories, Poetry, and other miscellaneous matter,
both original and selected, as well as a brief syn
opsis of the current news and events of the day.
In fact, neither pains nor expense will be spared
to make “ The Spirit of the Age” a welcome
visitor to every family circle.
“ The Spirit of the Age” will be an eight
page form, printed on first class paper, with good,
clear type, and in such a style that it may be
bound at the end of the year, thus making a hand
some volume of about 400 pages of choice litera
ture.
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Five copies, one year, (and one to getter up
of club) 10.00
To the person or society sending us the largest
number of subscribers, not less than fifty, during
the year, we will send a handsome Bible.
To the one sending us the largest number, not
less than one hundred, during the year, we will
send a first class Sewing Machine.
To the one sending the largest number, not less
than two hundred, during the year, we will send
a first class Melodeon or Organ.
Address, JAMES T. POWELL, Athens. Ga.
Legal Weight.
The following is the Legal Weight ef 3
bushel, as fixed by an Act of the General As
sembly, approved February 20th, 1875:
Wheat, .... 60 pwmds.
Shelled Corn, ... 56
Ear Corn, ... 70
Peas, - 60
Rye, - ... 56
Oats, 32
Barley .... 47 "
Irish Potatoes, ... 60
Sweet Potatoes, - - 55
White Beans, - * 60
Clover Seed, - 60 “
Timothy, - - - 45
Flax, - - - - 56
Ilemp, - - -44
Blue Grass, - - 14
Buck Wheat, - - - 52
Unpeeled dried Peaches, - -33
Peeled dried Peaches, - 38
Dried Apples, - - .24 (
Onions, - - - 57
Stone Coal, - - - 80
Unslaked Lime, - - - 3® w
Turnips, - 55 (
Com Meal, - - - - 48
Wheat Bran, - .20
Cotton Seed, - .30 (
Ground Peas, - - -25 u
Plastering Hair, - -3
SEND 50 CENTS FOR A YEAR’S
THE “TYPOS GUIDE,” A VALUABLE Vl
CATION TO ALL INTERESTED IN THi '
ART OF PRINTING.
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