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Release date: November 12, 2007 [eBook #23457]

Language: English

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FRONTISPIECEFRONTISPIECERichard and his Brothersee page 1

FRONTISPIECE

LONDON:PRINTED FOR DARTON, HARVEY, AND DARTON,55, GRACECHURCH-STREET.1818.

Page.Richard and his Brother1Sleepy Mary2Mary's Lesson3Edward thought he knew better than his Mamma5Impatient Julia9The Cuckoo12Red Shoes and Black Shoes13The Gardeners15Little Girl17The Blind Boy19Spring22Summer23Autumn25Winter27Anne and Edward, Part I.29———————Part II.31George and Edmund33Fanny37Alfred40William41

Richard, come and play with me,Underneath the willow tree;Sitting in its peaceful shade,We'll sing the song papa has made,Whilst its drooping branches spread,Stretching far above our head,Sweetly tempering the blazeOf the sun's meridian rays.There the rose and violet blow,The lily with her bell of snow,And the richly scented woodbine,Round about its trunk doth twine;There the busy bee shall come,And gather sweets to carry home.Oh, how happy we shall be,Underneath the willow tree!

Mary, raise that sleepy head,For the lark doth carol high,And the sun has left his bed—Mary, ope that sleepy eye.Come, and let me wash you clean,Brush your hair and tie your frock;There's your sister Geraldine,Waiting at the mossy rock.

Mary, raise that sleepy head,For the lark doth carol high,And the sun has left his bed—Mary, ope that sleepy eye.

Come, and let me wash you clean,Brush your hair and tie your frock;There's your sister Geraldine,Waiting at the mossy rock.

to face pa. 2Sleepy MarySleepy Mary

Sleepy Mary

Hark! the little chicken's cries,Loudly call for Mary's care,But if the sluggard will not rise,George their breakfast shall prepare.Who shall get the fresh-laid egg,To place beside her father's cup?Who shall pour the tea, I beg,If my Mary is not up?

Hark! the little chicken's cries,Loudly call for Mary's care,But if the sluggard will not rise,George their breakfast shall prepare.

Who shall get the fresh-laid egg,To place beside her father's cup?Who shall pour the tea, I beg,If my Mary is not up?

Come, little Mary, come to me,And say your lesson on my knee,Your book is there, the pointer in it,All ready to begin this minute.What! pout your lip, and scream and cry,And say, "I won't, I can't:"—Oh fie!Then go, and in that corner stay,Till sobs and tears have pass'd away;Till you can come with voice more mild,And say, "Mamma, forgive your child."What little girl is this, whose eyesSmile through her tears, while thus she cries?"My dear mamma, I love you, prayForgive your child, and let me sayMy lesson, standing at your knee,Then give a kind sweet kiss to me."It is my Mary! now her lookIs turn'd attentive to her book,And now her lesson she has read,Her task without a fault has said,Mamma's best kiss she now has won,So well her lessons she has done:

Come, little Mary, come to me,And say your lesson on my knee,Your book is there, the pointer in it,All ready to begin this minute.

What! pout your lip, and scream and cry,And say, "I won't, I can't:"—Oh fie!Then go, and in that corner stay,Till sobs and tears have pass'd away;Till you can come with voice more mild,And say, "Mamma, forgive your child."

What little girl is this, whose eyesSmile through her tears, while thus she cries?"My dear mamma, I love you, prayForgive your child, and let me sayMy lesson, standing at your knee,Then give a kind sweet kiss to me."It is my Mary! now her lookIs turn'd attentive to her book,And now her lesson she has read,Her task without a fault has said,Mamma's best kiss she now has won,So well her lessons she has done:

to face pa. 5Mary's LessonMary's Lesson

Mary's Lesson

She's happy now, and good and gay,And joins her sisters at their play;There on the grass they skip, they sing,Till all the hills and valleys ring.

Brightly shines the winter's sun,O'er mountains clad with snow,Blithe and gay the youthful throngSport in the plains below."Come," the venturous Edward cries,"Let's try yon glassy tide;Upon its smooth and frozen breastWe'll make a glorious slide.""Oh, stay," his sister Ellen said,"My dearest Edward, stay!You know mamma forbade us allTo try the ice to-day.""Hush! foolish Ellen, see how strong,How firm the ice appears:Mamma, I'm sure, if she were here,Would banish all her fears."This stone with mighty force I throw,Nor break, nor crack you see;Then surely I may slide secure,It will not yield with me."He said, and darted o'er the stream,Then turn'd in triumph round:"Come, follow me, my comrades brave,What danger have I found?"

Brightly shines the winter's sun,O'er mountains clad with snow,Blithe and gay the youthful throngSport in the plains below.

"Come," the venturous Edward cries,"Let's try yon glassy tide;Upon its smooth and frozen breastWe'll make a glorious slide."

"Oh, stay," his sister Ellen said,"My dearest Edward, stay!You know mamma forbade us allTo try the ice to-day."

"Hush! foolish Ellen, see how strong,How firm the ice appears:Mamma, I'm sure, if she were here,Would banish all her fears.

"This stone with mighty force I throw,Nor break, nor crack you see;Then surely I may slide secure,It will not yield with me."

He said, and darted o'er the stream,Then turn'd in triumph round:"Come, follow me, my comrades brave,What danger have I found?"

to face pa. 6EdwardEdward

Edward

In his success exulting now,He leaps with sudden spring—It cracks! it breaks! his cries are vain,He plunges headlong in!Who now the hapless boy shall snatchFrom a cold wat'ry grave?—Poor Ellen flies, with breathless speed,Her brother's life to save.He rises half—her shawl she flingsInto his eager hand,Then, with her playmate's added strength,She drags him safe to land.With shivering limbs and dripping clothes,Homeward he pensive turns;He deeply now, alas! too late,His disobedience mourns.For three long months poor Edward groan'dUpon a bed of pain;'Twas three long months before he feltThe breeze of heaven again.These three long months did Ellen strive,By every tender care,To soften Edward's grief, and sootheThe pain she wish'd to share.What joy for both, when he once moreCould join the festive throng!Yet oft he paus'd amid their sports,To think ifthiswere wrong.

In his success exulting now,He leaps with sudden spring—It cracks! it breaks! his cries are vain,He plunges headlong in!

Who now the hapless boy shall snatchFrom a cold wat'ry grave?—Poor Ellen flies, with breathless speed,Her brother's life to save.

He rises half—her shawl she flingsInto his eager hand,Then, with her playmate's added strength,She drags him safe to land.

With shivering limbs and dripping clothes,Homeward he pensive turns;He deeply now, alas! too late,His disobedience mourns.

For three long months poor Edward groan'dUpon a bed of pain;'Twas three long months before he feltThe breeze of heaven again.

These three long months did Ellen strive,By every tender care,To soften Edward's grief, and sootheThe pain she wish'd to share.

What joy for both, when he once moreCould join the festive throng!Yet oft he paus'd amid their sports,To think ifthiswere wrong.

to face pa. 9Impatient JuliaImpatient Julia

Impatient Julia

"Bring me my breakfast instantly,"Th' impatient Julia said;It came—"'Tis meal, 'tis nasty meal,When I had order'd bread!"She tastes:—"Oh, it is burnt," she cried,"Pray take it all away,And bring some fresh, and quickly too,Nor keep me here all day."Her mother passing near the door,O'erheard her loud commands,And entering, met the maid, who heldThe breakfast in her hands."Julia, what shameful words are those!What shameful conduct too!The milk is good, too good for thoseWho ask and speak like you."From Betty now your breakfast take,And drink it, if you choose,And beg that she your haughtinessAnd passion will excuse."What! silent and perverse become?Then, Betty, you may goAnd give the milk to that poor girlWho's in the yard below."Shespins or labours hard all day,Yet eats the coarsest food;She's thankful for the smallest gift,And smiles, because she's good."But you, with that sad pouting lip,And brow o'erhung with gloom,May, if you please, from hence retire,And stay in your own room."No breakfast you will have to-day,Nor need again appear,Till from your brow you chase that frown,And from your eye the tear."Till you can come with cheerful mien,And pardon ask from me;Then, if you are a better girl,Forgiven you may be."

"Bring me my breakfast instantly,"Th' impatient Julia said;It came—"'Tis meal, 'tis nasty meal,When I had order'd bread!"

She tastes:—"Oh, it is burnt," she cried,"Pray take it all away,And bring some fresh, and quickly too,Nor keep me here all day."

Her mother passing near the door,O'erheard her loud commands,And entering, met the maid, who heldThe breakfast in her hands.

"Julia, what shameful words are those!What shameful conduct too!The milk is good, too good for thoseWho ask and speak like you.

"From Betty now your breakfast take,And drink it, if you choose,And beg that she your haughtinessAnd passion will excuse.

"What! silent and perverse become?Then, Betty, you may goAnd give the milk to that poor girlWho's in the yard below.

"Shespins or labours hard all day,Yet eats the coarsest food;She's thankful for the smallest gift,And smiles, because she's good.

"But you, with that sad pouting lip,And brow o'erhung with gloom,May, if you please, from hence retire,And stay in your own room.

"No breakfast you will have to-day,Nor need again appear,Till from your brow you chase that frown,And from your eye the tear.

"Till you can come with cheerful mien,And pardon ask from me;Then, if you are a better girl,Forgiven you may be."

Little cuckoo, com'st thou here,When the blooming spring is near,To sing thy song and tell thy tale,To every hill and every vale?Tell me, is thy distant homeFar across the salt sea foam?Or hast thou, hidden from the day,Slept the wintry hours away?Welcome, cheering bird to me,Where'er thy wintry mansion be,In the earth, or o'er the main,Welcome to these fields again!

Little cuckoo, com'st thou here,When the blooming spring is near,To sing thy song and tell thy tale,To every hill and every vale?

Tell me, is thy distant homeFar across the salt sea foam?Or hast thou, hidden from the day,Slept the wintry hours away?

Welcome, cheering bird to me,Where'er thy wintry mansion be,In the earth, or o'er the main,Welcome to these fields again!

to face pa. 12The CuckooThe Cuckoo

The Cuckoo

to face pa. 13Red and Black ShoesRed and Black Shoes

Red and Black Shoes

Short thy visit to this shore,April and May are quickly o'er;Then, Cuckoo, chaunt thy strain in peace,For in June thy song shall cease.

Which must I have, little black shoes or red shoes,Little thick shoes or thin shoes, which shall be mine?In winter 'tis wet, and the roads are all dirt,In summer 'tis dry, and the weather is fine.Then come, little black shoes, 'tis now winter weather,Your soles are so thick, you will keep me quite dry;Not a splash nor a spot can get into my stockings,So nice and so tight round my ancles you tie.And you, little red shoes, so slender and thin,You shall wait in my draw'r till the dirt's gone away;When I'll walk with mamma when she goes to the farm,You will never feel heavy through a long summer's day.Then red shoes and black shoes, you both shall be mine,The one in the dirt I will constantly wear,The others in summer, when the walks are all dry:So thick shoes and thin shoes rest quietly here.

Which must I have, little black shoes or red shoes,Little thick shoes or thin shoes, which shall be mine?In winter 'tis wet, and the roads are all dirt,In summer 'tis dry, and the weather is fine.

Then come, little black shoes, 'tis now winter weather,Your soles are so thick, you will keep me quite dry;Not a splash nor a spot can get into my stockings,So nice and so tight round my ancles you tie.

And you, little red shoes, so slender and thin,You shall wait in my draw'r till the dirt's gone away;When I'll walk with mamma when she goes to the farm,You will never feel heavy through a long summer's day.

Then red shoes and black shoes, you both shall be mine,The one in the dirt I will constantly wear,The others in summer, when the walks are all dry:So thick shoes and thin shoes rest quietly here.

Now the wintry winds are gone,See how brightly shines the sun;The violet sweet and primrose pale,Now adorn the shelter'd vale.The pilewort rears her joyous head,To the sunbeam widely spread,Whilst her little glossy eyeGlows with a deep and yellow dye.To the garden we will go,Take the rake, the spade, the hoe,Dig the border nice and clean,And rake till not a weed be seen.Then our radish-seed we'll sow,And mignionette a long, long row;And ev'ry flowret of the year,Shall have a place of shelter here.In gay profusion they shall spreadO'er each border and each bed,And when joyous May shall come,We'll deck the lofty pole at home.Garlands gay in wreaths we'll twine,That with brightest colours shine;And dance around, till setting sunProclaims the children's day is done.

Now the wintry winds are gone,See how brightly shines the sun;The violet sweet and primrose pale,Now adorn the shelter'd vale.

The pilewort rears her joyous head,To the sunbeam widely spread,Whilst her little glossy eyeGlows with a deep and yellow dye.

To the garden we will go,Take the rake, the spade, the hoe,Dig the border nice and clean,And rake till not a weed be seen.

Then our radish-seed we'll sow,And mignionette a long, long row;And ev'ry flowret of the year,Shall have a place of shelter here.

In gay profusion they shall spreadO'er each border and each bed,And when joyous May shall come,We'll deck the lofty pole at home.

Garlands gay in wreaths we'll twine,That with brightest colours shine;And dance around, till setting sunProclaims the children's day is done.

to face pa. 16The GardenersThe Gardeners

The Gardeners

Little girl, little girl, where are you going?Down in the meadow where cowslips are blowing.Little girl, little girl, what to do there?To gather a garland to deck my brown hair.Little girl, little girl, why all alone?My mother has sent me, and playmates I've none.Then follow me, follow me, down to yon wood,Where you shall find playmates both gentle and good;We'll ask them, we'll ask them to join in your play,And your mother shall give you a long holiday.From Erin, from Erin, the cotter shall bring,To twine a gay garland, her shamrock of spring;In her plaid, in her plaid, Scotia's daughter shall come,With the thistle that grows on her mountains at home;The peasant, the peasant of France shall be there,And add to the chaplet his lily so fair;Dark glancing, dark glancing, the daughter of Spain,With the bloom of her orange shall join the gay train;And leaving, and leaving his cold northern tides,A plume from his eagle the Russian provides;Whilst England, fair England, the wreath shall adorn,With her rose-bud more bright than the blushes of morn.Then carol, then carol the sweet strains of peace,And never again may her harmony cease;May the dreams, may the dreams of ambition be o'er,And the falchion of war be at rest evermore.

to face pa. 19Little GirlLittle Girl

Little Girl

"Mamma, what a pretty new basket you've got,"Little Emma exclaim'd with delight;"The straw-work below is so firm and so neat,And the bag such a beautiful white.""I am glad you approve it, my love: I myselfThink it pretty and neat, I confess;And when I have told you by whom it was made,You will not, I think, like it the less."You remember, no doubt, that blind boy on the green,Whose father and mother both died,And left him in poverty, sickness, and grief,Without a protector or guide."A kind and rich lady, who heard his sad case,Restor'd him to life by her aid,Then plac'd him secure in the house for the blind,And all the expences defray'd."There they taught him these beautiful baskets to make,With straw-work of every kind;And now he's employ'd, and his living can earn,And is useful and happy, though blind.""And may I believe it," cried Emma, "that Jem,Who so helpless and poor us'd to be,Has made this nice basket without any help,And as neatly as if he could see?""As you doubt poor Jem's powers," her mother replied,"What I've said to be true I must prove;So finish your work, get your bonnet and coat,And quickly come to me, my love."

"Mamma, what a pretty new basket you've got,"Little Emma exclaim'd with delight;"The straw-work below is so firm and so neat,And the bag such a beautiful white."

"I am glad you approve it, my love: I myselfThink it pretty and neat, I confess;And when I have told you by whom it was made,You will not, I think, like it the less.

"You remember, no doubt, that blind boy on the green,Whose father and mother both died,And left him in poverty, sickness, and grief,Without a protector or guide.

"A kind and rich lady, who heard his sad case,Restor'd him to life by her aid,Then plac'd him secure in the house for the blind,And all the expences defray'd.

"There they taught him these beautiful baskets to make,With straw-work of every kind;And now he's employ'd, and his living can earn,And is useful and happy, though blind."

"And may I believe it," cried Emma, "that Jem,Who so helpless and poor us'd to be,Has made this nice basket without any help,And as neatly as if he could see?"

"As you doubt poor Jem's powers," her mother replied,"What I've said to be true I must prove;So finish your work, get your bonnet and coat,And quickly come to me, my love."

to face pa. 20The Blind BoyThe Blind Boy

The Blind Boy

Her work was soon finish'd, her books all laid by,Her coat and her bonnet put on,And joyfully taking mamma's ready hand,To the school for the blind she is gone.With delight and amazement there Emma beheldPoor Jem at his daily employ;As he platted his basket, he sung to his work,And smil'd with contentment and joy."Ah, mamma," exclaim'd Emma, as home they return'd,"Ev'ry penny you give me I'll save;Neither gingerbread, comfit, nor nut will I buy,Till a basket of Jem's I can have."

Her work was soon finish'd, her books all laid by,Her coat and her bonnet put on,And joyfully taking mamma's ready hand,To the school for the blind she is gone.

With delight and amazement there Emma beheldPoor Jem at his daily employ;As he platted his basket, he sung to his work,And smil'd with contentment and joy.

"Ah, mamma," exclaim'd Emma, as home they return'd,"Ev'ry penny you give me I'll save;Neither gingerbread, comfit, nor nut will I buy,Till a basket of Jem's I can have."

Wintry winds no longer blow,Far away are frost and snow;Peeping from its grassy bed,The primrose rears its modest head;And midst its leaves the violet blue,Scents the air and morning dew.Hark! the sky-lark, mounting high,Carols in the clear blue sky;The thrush and blackbird from the spray,Chaunt their blithesome roundelay;The little lambkins, safe from harm,In their snow-white fleeces warm,Gambol o'er the sunny mead,And prove their strength, and try their speed:From yon grassy knoll they spring,And chase each other round the ring.

to face pa. 23SpringSpring

Spring

To the farm-yard we will go,Where they milk the hornless cow;Mamma will give us wine and cake,And a syllabub we'll make.Charles and Jane shall hold the bowl,And Margaretta milk it full:Each shall join to help the others,Like good sisters and good brothers.

What does bounteous summer bring?The lengthen'd day and shorten'd night;Milder breezes softly blowing,Warmer suns, and skies more bright.Long and thick the grass is grown,Ready for the mower's care,When his scythe has laid it low,To the hay-field we'll repair.Each shall have a fork and rake,To spread it widely to the sun:Many hands together join'd,Make the labour quickly done.In the hedge, the woodbine twining,Fills the air with sweet perfume;The blushing rose, in gay profusion,Joins its fragrance and its bloom.In the mossy hedge-row peeps,The strawberry with lowly head;We can quickly fill our baskets,With its berries rosy red.Little Anna dearly lovesStrawb'ries red, and milk so white:We will carry plenty home,On them she can sup to-night.

What does bounteous summer bring?The lengthen'd day and shorten'd night;Milder breezes softly blowing,Warmer suns, and skies more bright.

Long and thick the grass is grown,Ready for the mower's care,When his scythe has laid it low,To the hay-field we'll repair.

Each shall have a fork and rake,To spread it widely to the sun:Many hands together join'd,Make the labour quickly done.

In the hedge, the woodbine twining,Fills the air with sweet perfume;The blushing rose, in gay profusion,Joins its fragrance and its bloom.

In the mossy hedge-row peeps,The strawberry with lowly head;We can quickly fill our baskets,With its berries rosy red.

Little Anna dearly lovesStrawb'ries red, and milk so white:We will carry plenty home,On them she can sup to-night.

to face pa. 24SummerSummer

Summer

Anna loves to skip and play,But she can also read and spell;She learns with careful hand to sew,And she deserves her supper well.

Autumn comes, her prospects glowWith yellow fields of waving corn;The reaper with his sickle bright,Hastes to work at early morn.Whilst the morning breezes blow,Through the burning sultry noon,And till evening dews descend,Still he works and labours on.Let us seek the harvest field,There is work for you and me?We can help the sheaves to bind:Idle hands we need not be.When Maria's task is done,We will to the nut-wood go;Each a bag and hooked stick,Down to pull the cluster'd bough.Oh! how tempting ripe they hang:Softly, softly pull them down,Lest the bright brown nuts should fall,And leave the empty husk alone.Bags and pockets all are full,And evening says we must not stay;With heavy loads we'll hasten home,And come again another day.

Autumn comes, her prospects glowWith yellow fields of waving corn;The reaper with his sickle bright,Hastes to work at early morn.

Whilst the morning breezes blow,Through the burning sultry noon,And till evening dews descend,Still he works and labours on.

Let us seek the harvest field,There is work for you and me?We can help the sheaves to bind:Idle hands we need not be.

When Maria's task is done,We will to the nut-wood go;Each a bag and hooked stick,Down to pull the cluster'd bough.

Oh! how tempting ripe they hang:Softly, softly pull them down,Lest the bright brown nuts should fall,And leave the empty husk alone.

Bags and pockets all are full,And evening says we must not stay;With heavy loads we'll hasten home,And come again another day.

to face pa. 26AutumnAutumn

Autumn

to follow Plate of AutumnWinterWinter

Winter

These shall be our winter store,When Christmas holidays are come;Then round the fire we'll social be,And give our happy playmates some.

Howling through the leafless trees,Winter calls his northern breeze.Do no flow'rets dare appear,In this season of the year?Yes, amidst the wintry scene,The daisy's lowly gem is seen;And tho' it boasts no varied dyes,The Christmas-rose a charm supplies.Then through the frost and through the snow,In a merry group we'll go,Take our sledges and our skates,Winter ne'er for sluggards waits.We'll throw the snow-balls far and wide,Beneath the mountain's hoary side;Or build a giant tall and strong,With shoulders broad, and limbs as long,As Gog and Magog in Guildhall;There it shall tower above us all,Till sun and thaw shall melt its crown,And bring its snowy honours down.And when the dark'ning evening's come,Fast away we'll scamper home,And standing close around the fire,The blazing faggots we'll admire,And sip our milk, and work and read,Till nurse cries out, "To bed! to bed!"

Loudly blows the northern wind,And fast the snow descends,Low before the driving storm,The slender willow bends.Why on such a dismal nightDoes Anna ope her door,And in her little ragged cloak,Walk quickly o'er the moor?She hastens to the neighbouring town,To beg some friendly aid,To save her mother, who so sickAnd ill in bed is laid.Her little brother by her sideWill watch whilst Anne's away,And gladly, for his mother's sake,He leaves each favourite play.But see how quickly Anne returns,A cheerful look she wears,And softly, underneath her cloak,Med'cine and food she bears.These to her mother, day by day,With duteous love she gives,Whilst little Edward's cheerful smile,Her anxious care relieves.

Loudly blows the northern wind,And fast the snow descends,Low before the driving storm,The slender willow bends.

Why on such a dismal nightDoes Anna ope her door,And in her little ragged cloak,Walk quickly o'er the moor?

She hastens to the neighbouring town,To beg some friendly aid,To save her mother, who so sickAnd ill in bed is laid.

Her little brother by her sideWill watch whilst Anne's away,And gladly, for his mother's sake,He leaves each favourite play.

But see how quickly Anne returns,A cheerful look she wears,And softly, underneath her cloak,Med'cine and food she bears.

These to her mother, day by day,With duteous love she gives,Whilst little Edward's cheerful smile,Her anxious care relieves.

to follow pa. 30Anne and Edward IAnne and EdwardPart I.

Anne and Edward I

to follow pa. 30Anne and Edward II.Anne and EdwardPart II.

Anne and Edward II.

Bright shines the sun, the gentle breezeIn soften'd murmurs blows,And softly through the verdant mead,The little streamlet flows.Close by yon fragrant violet bank,Beneath the spreading thorn,His mother's stool and cushion'd chairAre by young Edward borne.And from the lowly cottage door,With feeble steps and slow,Anna supports her mother's frame,As to the bank they go.There, seated on her pillow'd chair,She breathes the balmy breeze,Whilst Anne and Edward quietlyAre seated at her knees.With merry hearts they now can meetHer kind approving eye,And to her various questions giveA cheerful, quick reply.They have not now her death to fear,But know, that time and care,Will soon restore their mother dear,To their most ardent prayer.

Bright shines the sun, the gentle breezeIn soften'd murmurs blows,And softly through the verdant mead,The little streamlet flows.

Close by yon fragrant violet bank,Beneath the spreading thorn,His mother's stool and cushion'd chairAre by young Edward borne.

And from the lowly cottage door,With feeble steps and slow,Anna supports her mother's frame,As to the bank they go.

There, seated on her pillow'd chair,She breathes the balmy breeze,Whilst Anne and Edward quietlyAre seated at her knees.

With merry hearts they now can meetHer kind approving eye,And to her various questions giveA cheerful, quick reply.

They have not now her death to fear,But know, that time and care,Will soon restore their mother dear,To their most ardent prayer.

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