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Tir'd of an house too little for his pride,
Tir'd of himself, and country friends beside,
He sometimes thought to build a mansion, fit
For state, and people it with men of wit;
Knowing (by fame) small poets, sinal musi-

Small painters, and still smaller politicians;
Nor was the fee of ten-score mine wanting,
To purchase taste in building and in planting.
A critic too he was, and rul'd the stage;
The fashionable judgment 24 of his age:
When Crito once a panegyric show'd,


He beat him with the staff 25 of his own ode.
Ah, what!" (he cry'd,)" are Pindar's flights

to me?

I love soft home-made sing song, duty free.
Write me the style that lords and ladies speak;
Or give me pastorals in Doric Greek:
I read not for instruction, but for ease;
The opium of the pen is sure to please;
Where limpid streams are clear, and sun-shine
Where woos and coos, and loves and doves
Where simply married epithets are seen,
With gentle Hyphen keeping peace between.
Whipt cream; unfortify'd with wine or sense!
Froth'd by the slatten-muse, Indifference;
And deck'd (as after-ages more shall see)
With poor hedge-flow'rs, y-c.ept Simplicity!
Pert, and yet dull; tawdry and mean withall;
Fools for the future will it Nature cal."

He learnt his whims, and high-flown notions

Such as fine men adopt, and fine men rue; (Meer singularity the point in view.)

Julian with him was statesman, bard, and wit; Julian, who ten times miss'd, and one time hit; Who reason'd blindly, and more bindly writ. Julian, who lov'd each sober mind to shock ;Who laugh'd at God, and offer'd to a cock.

He learn'd no small regard for Arius too: And hinted what-nor he, nor Arius knew. But most (as did his pregnant parts become) He lov'd th' old pageantry of Pagan Rome. Pompous idolatry with him was fashion; Nay, he once dream'd of transubstantiation.—- . Now, Muse, return, and tread thy course again; I only tell the story of a swain.

Pirasmus (for that name the demon bore Who nurs'd our spark in fashionable lore) Lik'd well this way-ward vanity of mind, But thought a country-stage a niche coutin'd; Too cold for lux'ry, nor to folly kind: Bizantium's hot-bed better serv'd his use, The soil less stubborn, and more rank the juice. "My lord," he cries, (with looks and tone compos'd,

Whilst he the mischief of his soul disclos'd)
"Forgive me, if that title I at ord

To one, whom nature meant to be a lord;
How ill mean neighbourhood your genius suits?
To live like Adam 'midst an herd of brutes!

24 Critics in the reign of Charles II. called themselves judgments. Hence Dryden says, A brother-judgment spare, He is, like you, a very wolf, or bear.

25 Staff, i. e. Stanza. See Shakespeare, Cowley, and Dryden's Rival Ladies, Act I, sc. 2.

Leave the meer country to meer country-swains, And dwell where life in all life's glory reigns.

"At six hours' distance from Bizantium's walls, (Where Bosphorus into the Euxine fails) In a gay district, call'd th' Elysian Vale 26, A furnish'd villa stands, propos'd for sale: Thither, for summer shade, the great resort; Each nymph a goddess, and each house a court: Be master of the happier Lares there, And taste life's grandeur in a rural air.”

He spoke. Eulogius readily agreed, And sign'd with eager joy the purchase-deed. Div'd in the Theban vales an home-spun swain, And rose a tawdry fop in Asia's plain.

Dame Nature gave him comeliness and health, And Fortune (for a pass-port) gave him wea't!.. The beaux extoll'd bim, the coquets approv'd; For a rich coxcomb is by instinct lov'd.

Swift Atalanta (as the story's told 27)
Felt her feet bird-lin'd to the earth with gold:
The youth 2s had wealth, with no unpleasing

That, and the golden apples, won the race:
Had he been swifter than the swiftest wind.
And a poor wit,-be still had sigh'd behind.—
Here Satin vanish'd:-he bad fresh com-

And knew, his pupil was in able hands.

And now the treasure found, and matron's


Sought other objects than the tatter'd poor,
Part to humiliated Apicius went,

A part to gaming confessors was lent,
And part, O virtuous Thais, paid thy rent!
Poor folks have leisure hours to fast and pray,
Our rich man's bus'ness lay another way:
No farther intercourse with Heav'n bad he,
But left good works to men of low degree:
Warm as himself pronounc'd each ragged man,
And bade distress to prosper as it can :
Till, grown obdurate by meer dint of time,
He deem'd all poor men rogues, and want a
crime 29.

By chance he ancient amities forgot,
Or else expung'd them with one wilful blot :
Nor knew he God nor man, nor faith nor friends,
But for by-purposes and worldly ends.
No single circumstance his mind dismay'd,
But his low extract, and once humble trade;
These thoughts he strove to bury in expense,
Rich meat, rich wines, and vain magnificence:
Weak as the Roman chief, who strove to hide
His father's cot, (and once his father's pride,)

26 Sic Orig.

27 Ovid. Met. 1. x, v. 666.

28 Hippomenes.

29" Why dost thou doat on the image of a king stamped on coin, and despisest the image of God that shines in human nature ?"

St. August. Minutius Felix addresses himself very pathe. tically to great and opulent men devoid of charity and alms-giving:

"A man," says he, "asks bread of you.Whilst your horses champ upon bridles whose bits are gilt with gold, the people die with hunger-whereas one of your diamonds might save the lives of an hundred families."

By casing a low shed of rural mould

With marble walls, and roof adorn'd with gold30.
Who but Eulogius row is prais'd and known,
The very ignis fatuus of the town?
Our ready scholar in a single year
Could lie, forget, swear, flatter, and forswear 31.
Rough to the tim'rous, timid with the brave,
'Midst wits a witling, and with knaves a knave.
Fame, not contented with her broad high way,
Delights, for change, thro' private paths to stray;
And, wand'ring to the hermit's distant cell,
Vouchsaf'd Eulogius' history to tell.

At night a dream confirm'd the hermit more;
He started, scream'd, and sweat from ev'ry pore.
He dream'd that on his throne th' Almighty sate
In th' awful valley of Jehoshaphat 32,
Where, underneath a spreading cedar's shade,
He 'spy'd his friend on beds of roses laid;
Round him a crowd of threat'ning furies stands,
With instruments of vengeance in their hands.
The judge supreme soon cast a stedfast eye,
(Stern, yet attemper'd with benignity,)
On the rash hermit; who with impious pray'r,
Had been the sponsor of another's care.
"Wretch, thou art lost in part, and in the

Is this the mortgage for thy brother's soul?” An apoplex of dread Eusebins shook : Despairing Judas glar'd in all his look, Trembling he fell before th' Almighty-throne; Importunate as Abrahamı 33 t'attone

For others' crimes: "O Pow'r Supreme," said he,

[see: "Grant me, once more, th' ungrateful wretch to Suspend thy doom till then on Christian ground No graceless monster, like my friend, is found.” He spoke, and wak'd aghast: he tore his hair, And rent his sack-cloth garments in despair; Walk'd to Constantinople, and inquir'd Of all he met; at length the house desir'd By chance he found, but no admission gain'd; A Thracian slave the porter's place maintain'd, (Sworn foe to thread-bare suppliants,) and with

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And then, in terms as moving and as strong,
As clear, as ever fell from angel's tongue,
Besought, reprov'd, exhorted, and condemn'd:-
Eulogius knew him, and tho' known, contemn'd.'
The hermit then assum'd a bolder tone;
His rage was kindled, and his patience gone.
"Without respect to titles or to place,

I call thee" (adds he) "miscreant to thy face.
My pray'rs drew down Heav'n's bounty on thy
And in an evil hour my wishes sped. [head,
Ingratitude's black curse thy steps attend,
Monster to God, and faithless to thy friend!"
With all the rage of an insulted man
The courtier call'd his slaves, who swiftly ran ;
"Androtion, Geta, seize this aged fool,
See him well-scourg'd, and send him back to

Teach the old chronicle, in future times
To bear no mem'ry but of poor rogues' crimes."
The hermit took the chastisement, and went
Back to Thebais full of discontent;
Saw his once impious rashness more and more,
And, victim to convinc'd contrition, bore
With Christian thankfulness the marks he wore.
And then on bended knees with tears and sighs
He thus invok'd the Ruler of the skies:

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My late request, All-gracious Pow'r, forgive! Aud-that yon miscreant may repent, and live, Give him that poverty which suits him best, And leave disgrace and grief to work the rest.” So pray'd the hermit, and with reason pray'd. Some plants the sun-shine ask, and some the shade. [bloom At night the nure-trees spread, but check their At morn, and lose their verdure and perfume. The virtues of most men will only blow, Like coy auriculas, in Alpine snow 33; Transplant them to the equinoctial line, Their vigour siekens, and their tints decline.-Heav'n to its predilected children grants The middle space 'twixt opulence and wants.

Meanwhile Eulogius, un-abash'd and gay, Pursu'd his courtly track without dismay: Remorse was hood-wink'd, conscience charm'd


Reason the felon of herself was made,

And Nature's substance hid by Nature's shade!
Our fine man, now completed, quickly found
Congenial friends in Asiatic ground.
Th' advent'rous pilot in a single year
Learn'd his state-cock-boat dextrously to steer;
Versatile, and sharp-piercing like a screw,
Made good th' old passage, and still forc'd a new:
For, just as int'rest whiffled on his mind,
He Anatolians left, or Thracians join'd;
Caught ev'ry breeze, and sail'd with ev'ry tide;
But still was mindful of the lee-ward side:
Still mark'd the pinnacle of fortune's height,
And bark'd-to be made turn-spit of the state.

By other arts he learns the knack to thrive;
The most obsequious parasite alive:
Camelion of the court, and country too:
Pays Cesar's tax, but gives the mob their due;
And makes it, in his conscience, the same thing
To crown a tribune, or behead a king:

33 This flower was discovered under the snow, at the feet of some ice-mountains amongst the Alps.

All things to all men ;-and (himself to please)
Assimulates 34 each colour which he sees.
If patriots pay him, willow-wreaths he bears,
And coats of filamotte 35 complexion wears;
If statesmen pay him better, a fresh hue
Brightens his garb; more brilliant as more new;
Court-turquoise, and indelible of blue.
Thus weather-cocks by ev'ry wind are blown,
And int'rest oils a motion, not their own. [call,
How strangely crowds misplace things, and mis-
Madness in one is liberty in all!

On less important days, he pass'd his time
In virtuoso-ship, and crambo-rhyme:
In gaming, jobbing, fiddling, painting, drinking,
And ev'ry art of using time, but thinking.
He gives the dinners of each up-start man,
As costly, and luxurious, as he can ;
Then weds an heiress of suburbian mould,
Ugly as apes; but well endow'd with gold;
There Fortune gave him his full dose of strife,
A scolding woman, and a jealous wife!

T' increase this load, some sycophant-report Destroy'd his int'rest and good grace at court. At this one stroke the man look'd dead in law: His flatt'rers scamper, and his friends withdraw36. Some men (as Holy Writ fortelleth right) Have one ways entrance, but have sev'n ways flight 37.

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34 Protinus assimulat tetigit quoscunque colores. Ovid. Met. XV. v. 411.

35 Filamotte (Dryden) is that "clouded mixture of crimson, yellow, and umber-colours, which are seen in the beginning of winter on a falling leaf." Filamotte, quasi feüeille morte. Thus Isabella-colour denotes a certain grave coJour worn by the infanta Isabella Clara Eugenia, arch-dutchess of Austria, &c. 1625. For grideline, see the Vision of Death, page 373, note 23. 36"A friend cannot be known in prosperity, and an enemy cannot be hidden in adversity." Ecclus. ch.xii.

37 Deut. ch. xxviii, v. 7.

38 Opines, i. e. gives his opinion. Mr. Pope, from the French.


Nunquam, si quid mihi credis, amavi Hunece hominem. Sed quo cecidit sub crimine! Quisquam Delator? Quibus indiciis, quo teste proba[venit Ni horum. Verbosa, et grandis epistola A Capreis. Bene habet, uil plus interrogo.


Juven. Sat. X, v. 68.

Child he had none.

His wife with sorrow dy'd ;

Few women can survive the loss of pride.
Meanwhile the demon, who was absent far,
(Engag'd in no less work than civil war)
Perceiv'd th' approaching wreck; and, in a trice
Appearing, gave both comfort and advice.

"Great geniuses," he cry'd, " must ne'er

The wise and brave usurp on Fortune's care!
The un-exhausted funds of human wit
Oft miss one object, and another hit;
The man of courts who trusts to one poor bele,
Is a low foolish fool 49, and bas no soul:
Disgraces my respected patronage: [age";
And, gaining Heav'n, becomes the jest of th❜
Court-loyalty is a precarious thing: [king;
When the king's trump, time-servers serve the
But, when he's out of luck, they shift their sail,
And popularity's the fav'rite gale:
Vain popularity! which fancy shrouds,
Like Juno's shade, in party-colour'd clouds.
Each man will go a mile to see you crown'd
With civic wreaths, till Earth and skies resound;
And each man will go two to see you drown'd.

"Whoever hopes in dang'rous times to rise,
Must learn to shoot swift Fortune as she flies:
Capricious phantom! never at a stay;
Just seen, and lost; when nearest, far away!
But, to be brief; (and mark my judgment well)
Your fortunes totter'd, when old Justin fell;
His successor 42, as you and all men know,
Is kind, when friend; and un-appeas'd, when

Some sly court-vermin, wriggling in his ear,
Has whisper'd, what predicts your ruin near:
Then cast thy die of fortune all at once;
Learn to be any thing but dupe or dunce.
Fortune assists the brave. Plunge boldly in;
T' attempt, and fail, is a poor sneaking sin.
Hypatius (with pretensions not the worst)
Affects the throne: be thou to join the first:
'Tis not a crime too worldly wise to be ;-
Or (if it is) discharge the crime on me."

Thus weak Eulogius, by false greatness aw'd, Listen'd-unto th' artificer of fraud: [throne: The doctrine came not from th' all-righteous When Satan tells a lie, 'tis all his own 43.

He spoke, and vanish'd. Swift Eulogius fled, And to the emulous of empire sped.

40 A fool in his folly."

Prov. of Solom. ch. xvii, v. 12. The son of Sirach, in opposition to these false and dangercus notions, justly remarks: "Observe the opportunity, and beware of evil: be not ashamed when it concerneth thy soul,” Ecclus. ch, lv, v. 20.

Isaiah's advice is very noble: "Fear not the revilings: for the moth shall eat them up as a reproach of men, neither be ye afraid of their wool; but my salvation shall be for ever.” garment, and the worm shall eat them like Ch. li, v. 7,8.

"I, even I, am he that comforteth you. Why shouldst thou be afraid of a man that shall To such sort of worldly connexions may be ap-die, and forgetteth the Lord thy Maker, who plied the golden saying of St. Chrysostom, stretched forth the Heavens?" Ibid. v. 12, 13. meum and tuum are almost incompatible 42 Justinian. words." Orat. in Philagon.

43 John, ch. viii, v. 44.

Here, were it not too long, I might declare The motives and successes of the war,

The prowess of the knights, their martial deeds,
Their swords, their shields, their surcoats 4* and
Till Belisarius at a single blow [their steeds:
Suppress'd the faction and repell'd the foe.
By a quick death the traitors he reliev'd;
Condemn'd, if taken; famish'd, if repriev'd.

Now see Eulogius (who had all betray'd
Whate'er he knew) in loathsome dungeon laid:
A pris'ner, first of war, and then of state:
Rebel and traitor ask a double fate!
But good Justinian, whose exalted mind
(In spite of what Pirasmus urg'd) inclin'd
To mercy, soon the forfeit-life forgave,
And freed it from the shackles of a slave.
Then spoke with mild, but in majestic strain,
"Repent and haste thee to Larissa's plain,
Or wander thro' the world, another Cain.
Thy lands and goods shall be the poor man's lot,
Or feed the orphans you're so long forgot."

Forsaken, helpless, recognised by none, Proscrib'd Eulogius left th' unprosp'rous town: For succour at a thousand doors he knock'd; Each heart was harden'd, and each door was lock'd;


A pilgrim's staff he bore, of humble thorn;
Pervious to winds his coat, and sadly torn:
Shoes he had none: a beggar gave a pair,
Who saw feet poorer than his own, and bare.
He drank the stream, on dew-berries he fed,
And wildings harsh supply'd the place of bread;
Thus homeward urg'd his solitary way;
(Four years had he been absent to a day.)

Fame thro' Thebais his arrival spread,
Half his old friends reproach'd him, and half
Of help and common countenance bereft, [fled:
No creature own'd him, but a dog he left.
Compunction touch'd his soul, and, wiser made
By bitter suff'rings, he resum'd his trade:
Thank'd Heav'n for want of pow'r and want of

That he had lost the world, and found himself.
Conscience and charity reviv'd their part,
And true humility enrich'd the heart,
While grace celestial with enliv'ning ray
Beam'd forth, to gild the ev'ning of his day.
His neighbours mark'd the change, and each

man strove

By slow degrees t' applaud him, and to love.
So Peter, when his tim'rous guilt was o'er,
Emerg'd, and stood twice firmer than before 45.
Eusebius, who had long in silence mourn'd,
Rejoic'd to hear the prodigal return'd;
And with the eagerness of feeble age
Made haste t' express his joy, and griefs assuage.
66 My son," he cry'd, "once more contem-
plate me :

Behold th' unhappy wretch that ruin'd thee;
My ill-judg'd pray'rs (in luckless moments sped)
Brought down the curse of riches on thy head.
No language can express one single part
Of what I felt, and what still racks my heart.


Vainly I thought, that, to increase thy store,
Was to increase Heav'n's manna for the poor.
Man's virtue cannot go beyond its length;
God's gifts are still proportioned to our strength.
The scripture-widow 46 gives her well-sav'd mite
With affluent joy, nor fears to suffer by't:
Whilst Dives' heaps (the barter of his soul)
Lie bury'd in some base inglorious hole,
Or on the wings of pomp and lux'ry fly,
Accurst by Heav'n, and dead to charity 47!
The charitable few are chiefly they
Whom Fortune places in the middle way 48;
Just rich enough, with economic care,
To save a pittance, and a pittance spare:
Just poor enough to feel the poor man's moan,
Or share those suff'rings which may prove their

Great riches, with insinuating art,
Debase the man, and petrify the heart.
Let the false friend, like Satan, be withstood,
Who wishes us more wealth-to do more good!
To this great trial some are equal found;
Most in th' unnavigable stream are drown'd 49,”
He spoke and, with a flood of tears opprest,
Left his Eulogius to divine the rest.

"Father," he cry'd, (and with complacence smil'd) [child, "Heav'n's trials have at length reclaim'd its Omniscience only can our wants fore-know, And All-beneficence will best bestow. Some few God's bounty on the poor employ: There are--whom to promote, is to destroy! Rough, thorny, barren, is pale virtue's road; And poisons are true cures when giv'n by God. Spontaneous I resign, with full accord, The empty nothings wealth and pow'r afford; My mind's my all, by Heav'n's free grace restor'd.

O Pow'r Supreme! unsearchable thy views!
Omniscient, or to give, or to refuse!
Grant me, as I begun, to end my days
In acts of humble charity and praise;
In thy own paths my journey let me run,
And, as in Heav'n, on Earth thy will be done!"

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44 Surcoat, an upper garment of defence. 45 See Luke, ch. xxii, v. 55-62. "Peter stood more firmly, after he had la-ficeth it not," mented his fall, than before he fell."

St. Ambrose.

Thus he maintain'd Almighty Wisdom's cause. The Sun shone forth-The hermit pleas'd withdraws

And Nature wore an aspect of applause.


Da vocem magno, Pater, ingeniumque dolori.
Stat. Epiced. Patris.


ALL sober poets with thy bard' agree,

Who sung, "That truth was truest poetry.”—
Alike to me, and the deceas'd, a friend;

O Hort, to these my pious strains attend.

He show'd him what to seek and what to shun:-
Harcourt with him the thorny journey run,
Companion of his studies; and a friend
Sincere in youth, and stedfast to the end.

Courts and the world he knew, but not admir'd;
He travell'd thro' them wisely, and retir'd:
Giving to solitude and heav'nly care
Those moments which the worldling cannot spare.
Thus, half a century, his course he run
Of pray'r and praises, daily, like the sun:
Happy! who truth invariably pursues,
And weil-earn'd fame by better fame renews?!
His books, like friends were chosen, few and
Constantly us'd and truly understood. [good:
The Sacred Scriptures were his chief delight *;
Task of the day, and vision of the night:
Truth's second sources he with care survey'd,
And walk'd with Hermas in the rural shade ?.

Thou knew'st the man; and thy good sense is Cyprian with awful gravity he sought;


I dare not say too little or too much.-
Under his eye the self same views combin'd
Our studies, and one horoscope conjoin'd.

He check'd th' impatient wand'rings of our youth,
And grafted on our fancy facts and truth.
Together we amus'd our youthful prime,
Days seem'd but hours, and time improv'd on

Mindless of cares, (and how they pass'd or came)
Our sports, our labours, and our rest the same 2.
See'st thou yon yews, by pensive nature

For tears, and grief, and melancholy shade;
Wide o'er the church they spread an awful light,
Than day more serious, half-compos'd as night,
(There, where the winding Kennet gently laves
Britannia's Lombardy 3 with silver waves;)
There sleeps Macarius, foe to pomp and pride;
Who liv'd contented, and contented dy'd.

Say, shall the lamp were Tullia was entomb'd,
Burn twice sev'n ages, and be un-consum'd?
And not one verse be sacred to a name
Endear'd by virtuous deeds and silent fame?
True fame demands not panegyric aid;
The fun'ral torch burns brightest in the shade;
Too fast it blazes, fann'd by public air;-
Thus blossoms fall, before their tree can bear.
True fame, like porc'lain earth, for years must

Bury'd, and mix'd with elemental clay.

His younger days were not in trifling spent, For pious Hall a kind inspection lent:

Cowley. See his Davideis.

These eight lines are imitated from a famous passage in Persius, Sat. V, too well known to be reprinted. It begins

Gemincs horoscope- &c.

3 Berkshire.

It is reported that the Chinese beat and mix thoroughly together the composition that makes porcelain, and then bury it in a deep bed of clay for an hundred years. See Dr. Donne's Letters. See also the Discovery of Hidden Treasure, 4to. London, 1656, p. 89; (a very scarce and curious work, by the famous Gabriel Flattes.)

5 Mr. John Hall, master of Pembroke College,

And true simplicity Ignatius brought;
Lively Minucius did his hours beguile;
Lactantius charm'd with elegance of style:
But mostly Chrysostom engag'd his mind :
Great without labour, without art refin'd!
Now see his gentle elocution flows,
Soft as the flakes of heav'n-descending snows;

Now see him, like th' impetuous torrent, roll;
Pure in his diction, purer in his soul:
By few men equall'd, and surpass'd by none;
A Tully and Demosthenes in one 10!

Oxford, in 1667, and rector of St. Aldate's in the
same university. Created D D. in 1669; elect-
ed Margaret professor in 1676; and consecrated
bishop of Bristol the 12th of June, 1691.
which preferments he enjoyed together.


6 Mr. Simon Harcourt, afterwards lord chancellor Harcourt, offered him a bishopric from queen Anne many years after the Revolution; but the favour was declined with grateful acknowledgments.

7" Surely vain are all men by nature, who are ignorant of God; and could not, out of the good things that are seen, know him. That is, neither, by considering the works did they acknowledge the work-master."

Wisd. of Sol. ch. xiii, v. 1.

8 He employed ten or twelve hours a day in study, without any interruption, but that of casual sickness for fifty years successively. His principal business was in referring every difficult part of Scripture to those particular passages in the fathers, and eminent modern divines, who had explained them expressly or occasionally.

9 Alluding to a work entituied the Shepherd of Hermas. Hermas was cotemporary with some of the apostles.

10 in order to judge a little of these two assertions, be pleased only to read St. Chrysostom's Homily on the Ten Talents, or his Commentary on St. Matthew; and his Orations to the People of Antioch. ΠΕΡΙ ΑΝΔΡΙΑΝΤΩΝ.

See also Ferrarius De Concione Veterum, and the Eloquence Crétienne of M. Gisbert: the last of which works was a favourite book with the late lord Somers, and wrought a great effect on his future way of thinking,

This anecdote was imparted to me by the late Mr. Elijah Fenton, as matter of fact on his own knowledge.

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