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“God help us !" cried the seamen,

“For vain is mortal skill :
The good ship on a stormy sea

Is drifting at its will."

Take heart from John De Matha!

God's errands never fail ! Sweep on through storm and darkness,

The thunder and the hail !
Sail on! the morning cometh,

The port ye yet shall win ;
And all the bells of God shall ring

The good ship bravely in !

Then up spake John De Matha :
“My mariners, never fear!
The Lord, whose breath has filled her sail

May well our vessel steer !"
So on through storm and darkness

They drove for weary hours;
And lo! the third gray morning shone

On Ostia's friendly towers.
And on the walls the watchers

The ship of mercy knew-
They knew far off its holy cross,

The red, the white, and blue.
And the bells in all the steeples

Rang out in glad accord,
To welcome home to Christian soil

The ransomed of the Lord.
So runs the ancient legend

By bard and painter told ; And lo! the cycle rounds again,

The new is as the old ! With rudder foully broken,

And sails by traitors torn, Our Country on a midnight sea

Is waiting for the morn.
Before her, nameless terror;

Behind, the pirate-foe;
The clouds are black above her,

The sea is white below.
The hope of all who suffer ;

The dread of all who wrong ;
She drifts in darkness and in storm,

How long, O Lord ! how long?
But courage, O my mariners !

Ye shall not suffer wreck While up to God the freedman's prayers

Are rising from your deck.

THE CONFLICT OF AGES.

BY B. HATHAWAY.
All good awaits the ripened years :

Above the Present's cry and moan,

We catch the far-off undertone
Of coming Time, undimmed with tears ;
And more this frailer life endears

The life to nobler being grown.
Though sore begirt with peril-days,

Faith shapes anew the promise-song

Of-Right shall triumph over Wrong;
And Evil's subtle, darkened ways
Be set in light. Yet still delays

The golden year, delaying long.
While shrouded in impending gloom,

Hangs dim the nation's beacon star :

Like deepening thunders, boding far, Comes up the cannon's awful boom; Like near resounding trump of doom,

Wide bay the hungry hounds of war! Alas! but discord's clang and jar

May Freedom nurse to larger growth ;

But fiercest mortal strife, in sooth, Can drive the embattled hosts afar, That, mad with maniac frenzy, bar

The gates to wider realms of truth. Yet speed the earthquake shock that cleaves

The fetters from a shackled race;

The mountain rive, from crown to base, Of crime that all the land bereaves ; The whirlwind lightning-wing, that leaves

To Freedom broader breathing-space! It is not all a godless strife

That sets the longing captive free; More dread than battle-thunders be The despot's rod, the assassin's knifeThe dungeon's gloom, the death in life,

Of Peace, whose price is Liberty !

TIIE YOUNG PATRIOT.

Is not your sail the banner

Which God hath blest anew, The mantle that De Matha wore,

The red, the white, the blue ?
Its hues are all of heaven-

The red of sunset's dye,
The wbiteness of the moon-lit cloud,

The blue of morning's sky.
Wait cheerily, then, O mariners !

For daylight and for land;
The breath of God is in your sail,

Your rudder is his hand.
Sail on, sail on, deep-freighted

With blessings and with hopes; The saints of old, with shadowy hands,

Are pulling at your ropes. Behind ye holy martyrs

Uplift the palm and crown; Before ye unborn ages send

Their benedictions down.

ONE more absent,

The battle done;
One more left us,

Victory won.
One more buried

Beneath the sod;
One more standing

Before his God. Lay him low, lay him low,

Ere the morning break; Sorrow not, sorrow not,

He minds not heart-ache.

He is one, he is one

count, blazing away close to the ground, like a fire-fly Of that noble band

in the grass. Late in the waning day, the waif left Who have fought, who have died, almost alone in the whirl of the battle, a rebel Colonel For their fatherland.

dashed up, and looking down at him, ordered him to

surrender : “Surrender !” he shouted, “ you little He needs no tears ;

d-d son of a — !" The words were hardly out of An angel now,

his mouth, when Johnny brought his piece to “order A saintly crown

arms," and as his hand slipped down to the hammer, Upon his brow.

he pressed it back, swung up the gun to the position of We should not weep

“ charge bayonet," and as the officer raised his sabre

to strike the piece aside, the glancing barrel lifted That he is gone; With 148 'tis night,

into range, and the proud Colonel tumbled from his

horse, his lips fresh-stained with the syllable of vile With him 'tis morn.

reproach he had flung on a mother's grave in the hearing of her child !

A few swift moments ticked on by musket-shots, A BRAVE DRUMMER-Boy,--Orion P. Howe, of Wau- and the tiny gunner was swept up at a rebel swoop kegan, Illinois, drummer-boy to the Fifty-fifth volun- and borne away a prisoner. Soldiers, bigger but not teers of that State, was appointed to fill a vacancy in better, were taken with him, only to be washed back the Naval School at Newport. The following extract again by a surge of Federal troopers, and the prisoner from a letter written by Major-General Sherman to of thirty minutes was again John Clem" of ours;" Secretary Stanton, detailing an incident which trans- and General Rosecrans made him a sergeant, and the pired during the assault upon the rebel works at stripes of rank covered him all over, like a mouse in a Vicksburgh, on May nineteenth, doubtless secured the harness; and the daughter of Mr Secretary Chase boy's promotion :

presented him a silver medal appropriately inscribed, * When the assault at Vicksburgh was at its height which he worthily wears, a royal order of honor, upon on the nineteenth of May, and I was in front near the his left breast; and all men conspire to spoil him; road which formed my line of attack, this young lad but, since few ladies can get at him here, perhaps he came up to me wounded and bleeding, with a good, may be saved. healthy boy's cry: General Sherman, send some cart. But what about last night? Well, like Flora Mcridges to Colonel Malmborg; the men are nearly all Flimsey, the Sergeant “ had nothing to wear;" the out.' "What is the matter, my boy?! “They shot clothing in the wardrobe of loyal livery was not at all me in the leg, sir, but I can go to the hospital. Send like Desdemona's handkerchief, “ too little," but like the cartridges right away. Even where we stood the the garments of the man who roomed a month over a shot fell thick, and I told him to go to the rear at baker's oven, "a world too wide;" and so Miss Babonce, I would attend to the cartridges, and off he cock, of the Sanitary Commission, suggested to a resilimped. Just before he disappeared on the hill, he dent of your city, that a uniform for the little Orderly turned and called as loud as he could : Calibre 54.' would be acceptable. Mr. Waite and other gentlemen I have not seen the lad since, and his Colonel, Malm- of the “ Sherman House" ordered it, Messrs. A. D. borg, on inquiry, gives me his address as above, and Titsworth & Company made it, Chaplain Raymond says he is a bright, intelligent boy, with a fair prelim- brought it, Miss Babcock presented it, and Johnny inary education.

put it on. Chaplain Raymond, of the Fifty-first Ihli"What arrested my attention then was, and what nois—by the by, a most earnest and efficient officerrenews my memory of the fact now is, that one so accompanied the gift with exceedingly appropriate young, carrying a musket-ball wound through his leg, suggestion and advice, the substance of which I send should have found his way to me on that fatal spot, you. This morning I happened at headquarters just and delivered his message, not forgetting the very im- as the belted and armed Sergeant was booted and portant part even of the calibre of his musket, 54, spurred, and ready to ride. Resplendent in his elegant which you know is an usual one.

uniform, rigged cap-a-pie, modest, frank, with a clear “I'll warrant that the boy has in him the elements eye and a manly face, he looked more like a fancyof a man, and I commend him to the Government as picture than a living thing. Said he to the Chaplain : one worthy the fostering care of some one of its na- "You captured me by surprise, yesterday." Now, he tional institutions."

is "going on" thirteen, as our grandmothers used to say; but he would be no monster if we called him

only nine. Think of a sixty-three pound SergeantLITTLE JOHNNY CLEM.--A pleasant little scene oc- fancy a handful of a hero, and then read the Arabian curred last evening at the headquarters of General Nights, and believe them! Long live the little OrThomas. Of course you remember the story of little derly ! Johnny Clem, the motherless atom of a drummer-boy, “aged ten,” who strayed away from Newark, Ohio; and the first we knew of him, though small enough to live in a drum, was beating the long roll for the Twenty-second Michigan. At Chickamauga, he filled the office of marker,” carrying the guidon whereby they

FORT SMITH, ARK., February 17, 1864. form the lines; a duty having its counterpart in the “SPECIAL ORDERS, No. 45: surveyor's more peaceful calling, in the flag-man whol “Miss Cecilia De Jeunne, a resident of Fort Smith, flutters the red signal along the metes and bounds. having admitted to the General Commanding that she On the Sunday of the battle, the little fellow's occu- is disloyal to the Government of the United States : pation gone, he picked up a gun that had fallen from that she gave utterance to exclamations of joy when some dying hand, provided himself with ammunition, she heard that Major-General Blunt and all his staff and began putting in the periods quite on his own ac- I were killed ; that she has expressed sentiments of dis.

A FEMALE REBEL.

"HEADQUARTERS DISTRICT OF THE FRONTIER.

loyalty to the Government of the United States, at va- traitor is not any too good to be shot by a negro, rious times since the occupation of Fort Smith by the though he be as black as hell. Federal forces; that she has not lived at her father's house for two years, he being a Union man; and, it not being advisable that she should be sent through

ADVENTURES OF A LONG-ISLAND GIRL. our lines at present, nor reside longer at Fort Smith, or on the south side of the Arkansas River, but it be- The Memphis (Tennessee) Times, of August fifth, ing advisable that she should reside on the north side 1864, tells this story of a woman's adventures ; of the Arkansas ; and it being desirable also that the “ Miss Fanny Wilson is a native of Williamsburgh, war should not cause the separation of members of Long Island. About four years ago, or one year prior the same family more than is really necessary;

to the war, she cane West, visiting a relatise who re" It is therefore ordered, That the said Cecilia De sided at La Fayette, Indiana. While here her leisure Jeunne leave Fort Smith tomorrow at twelve m., un

moments were frequently employed in communicating, der charge of the Provost-Marshal, and be taken to by affectionate epistles, with one to whom her heart had Van Buren, and remain there until further orders ; been given

further orders; been given, and her hand had been promised, before that she be restricted to the limits of her father's resi- leaving her native city-a young man from New Jersey. dence, and to intercourse with her father's family After a residence of about one year with her Western only, all other persons being forbidden to cominu

relative, and just as the war was beginning to prove a nicate with her.

reality, Fanny, in company with a certain Miss Nelly “Any manifestations of disrespect to the Govern-Graves, who had also come from the East, and there ment and military authorities of the United States will left a lover, set out upon her return to her home and be promptly and properly attended to.

family. While on their way thither, the two young « The Provost-Marshal at Van Buren will see that ladies concocted a scheme, the romantic nature of this order is complied with.

which was doubtless its most attractive feature. “By command of Brigadier-General J. M. THAYER.

“The call for troops having been issued, and the ser“ W». S. WHITTEN,

eral States coming quickly forward with their first Assistant Adjutant-General."

brave boys, it so happened that those two youths whose hearts had been exchanged for those of the

pair who now were on their happy way toward them, A DIALOGUE.

enlisted in a certain and the same regiment. Having

obtained cognizance of this fact, Fanny and her comQ. What cause do the rebels claim to have for try-panion conceived the idea of assuming the uniform, ing to destroy our Government ?

enlisting in the service, and following their lovers to A. None.

the field. Soon their plans were matured and carried Q. What pretext?

into effect. A sufficient change having been made in A. The fugitive slave code of some of the Northern their personal appearance, their bair having been cut, States.

and themselves reclothed to suit their wish, they Q. What effect could a law in Maine or Massachu- sought the locality of the chosen regiment, offered setts have upon a citizen of Georgia or Alabama ? their services, were accepted, and mastered in. In A. Not any whatever.

another company from their own of the same regiQ. Why, then, did the rebels make this a pretext ? ment, (the Twenty-fourth New-Jersey,) were their paA. Because they had not any other.

triotic lovers, known though all u knowing.' On The leaders well knew that this was no rightful pre-parade, in the drill, they were together-they obeyed text, but they knew also that they could not divert the same command. In the quick evolutions of the the mind of the general masses without urging some field, they came as close as they had in other days, excuse for secession; and as they could hatch up even on the floor of the dancing-school-and yet, so nothing else, they were forced to urge this.

says Fanny, the facts of the case were not made known. Q. Upon whose shoulders does this war rest?

" But the Twenty-fourth, by the fate of war, was A. The poor man's.

ordered before Vicksburgh, having already served Q. Whose soul is stained with the blood spilled? through the first cainpaign in Western Virginia, and A. The rich man's.

here, alas! for Fanny, she was to suffer by one blow, Q. Who, then, is to blame for this war ?

Here her brave lover was wounded. She sought his A. The rich men of the South.

cot, watched over him, and half revealed her true paQ. Upon whom, then, should the punishment rest ? ture in her devotion and gentleness. She nursed him A. Upon the rich men.

faithfully and long, but he died. Next after this, by Q. What should be done with the poor man? the reverse of fortune, Fanny herself and her companA. He should be pardoned.

ion were both thrown upon their hospital cots, ex. Q. Who are the supporters of the rebel army? hausted, sick. With others, both wounded and deA. The slaves.

bilitated, they were sent to Cairo. Their attendants Q. How do the slaves support the rebel army? were more constant and more scrutinizing. Suspicion A. By raising supplies in food and clothing. was first had ; the discovery of Fanny's and Nelly's Q. What, then, ought Uncle Sam to do with them : true sex was made. Of course, the next event in their A. Liberate them.

romantic history was a dismissal from the service. Q. Is it right to make soldiers out of slaves ? But not until her health had improved sufficiently was

A. It is just as proper and right for them to uphold Fanny dismissed from the sick-ward of the hospital. the flag of the Union by fighting as it is for them to This happene l, however, a week or two after her sex uphold the rebellion by working. If the Union troops had become known. Nellie, who up to this time had have the right to use a rebel battery against its orig. shared the fate of her companion, was now no longer inal owners, they certainly have the right to use their allowed to do so ; her illness became serious, she was slaves against them. Their being property does not detained in the hospital, and Fanny and she parted destroy this right, for batteries are property also. A their histories no longer being linked. Nellie we can

tell no further of; but Fanny, having again entered “Every grandson I have capable of bearing arms is society in her true position, what became of her now in the army-one acting as brigadier-general in

“We now see her on the stage of a theatre at Cairo, Western Virginia ; one as colonel, commanding under serving an engagement as ballet girl. But this lasts General McPherson ; one as captain, One Hundred and but a few nights. . She turns up in Memphis, even as Fortieth Pennsylvania volunteers ; one as lieutenant, a soldier again. But she has changed her branch of in the Fourteenth Pennsylvania cavalry; and another, the service; Fanny has now become a private in the who was disabled as a gunner in the Chicago Light Third Illinois cavalry. Only two weeks has she been Artillery, I have at home with me, and he is yet anxenlisted, when, to her surprise, while riding through ious to again join his command. the street with a fellow-soldier, she is stopped by a “At my time of life I cannot expect that many guard, and arrested for being a woman in men's more years will be given to me; yet it is my sincere clothing, She is taken to the office of the detective desire that ere I close my mortal life peace may be police, and questioned until no doubt can remain as to restored to our whole land. her identity-not proving herself, as suspected, a rebel “And now, my dear sir, in concluding this letter, spy, but a Federal soldier. An appropriate wardrobe (perhaps the last I shall ever write,) perunit me to say is procured her, and her word is given that she will that my earnest prayer for you is, that you may long not again attempt a disguise. And here we leave her. be spared to enjoy the blessing of a grateful nation, Fanny is a young lady of about nineteen years ; of a when Freedom shall have enthroned herself truly over fair face, though somewhat tanned; of a rather mas- the entire land. culine voice, and a mind sprightly and somewhat edu- “Committing you to the care of our Heavenly Facated-being very easily able to pass herself off for a ther, I remain your sincere friend, boy of about seventeen or eighteen."

“Estuer STOCKTON.”

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ROSECRANS to HALLECK.—The following letter exIt may be interesting to know the state of General

plains itself: Hayes's thoughts and feelings just before entering upon

“ HEADQUARTERS DEPARTMENT OF THE Com) that desperate conflict in the Wilderness, where he

BERLAND, MURFREESBORO, TENN., lost his life. In a letter written upon the morning on

March 6, 1563. which the march commenced, he says:

Major-General H. W. Halleck, General-in-Chief “This morning was beautiful, for

U. S. A., Washington, D, C, :
Lightly and brightly shone the sun,

“GENERAL: Yours of the first instant, announcing As if the morn was a jocund one.'

the offer of a vacant Major-Generalship to the General « Although we were anticipating to march at eight in the field who first wins an important and decisive o'clock, it might have been an appropriate harbinger | victory, is received. of the day of the regeneration of mankind: but it only “As an officer and a citizen, I feel degraded at such brought to remembrance, through the throats of many an auctioneering of honor. Have we a General who bugles, that duty enjoined upon each one, perhaps. would fight for his own personal benefit, when he before the setting sun, to lay down a life for his coun: would not for honor and his country? He will come

| by his commission basely in that case, and deserves to be despised by men of honor. But are all the

brave and honorable generals on an equality as to Jostas VAVASSEUR & Co., of London, take credit chances ? If not, it is unjust to those who probably to themselves, of course through the columns of the deserve most.

W. S. ROSECRANS, London Times, for providing the steel shot for the

"Major-General." rebels by which the Keokuk was sunk. A statement published in England to the effect that “practical ar

FORREST ON FORT PILLLOW! tillerists have not been using spherical steel shot” put this house of Vavasseur & Co. upon its defence, and

MERIDIAN, Miss., May 13, 1865. as a proof that artillerists do use such implements of

Before the large chimney-place of a small cabin. war, they say they “ have reason to believe that the same shot made by us (Vavasseur & Co.) were used

1 room, surrounded by a group of confederate officers by the confederates in the first attack of the monitors

and men, the room dimly lighted by a small tallow upon Charleston, in which action the Keokuk was so

candle, I first saw Lieutenant-General N. B. Forrest, severely handled.” Vavasseur & Co., like good “neu

commanding a corps of cavalry in the rebel army. tral" Englishmen as they are, rather pride themselves

Forrest is a man of fine appearance, about six feet in

height, having dark, piercing hazel eyes, carefully on the efficient aid thus rendered to the rebels.

trimmed moustache, and chin-whiskers, dark as night, finely cut features, and iron-gray hair. His form is

lithe, plainly indicating great physical power and acPRESIDENT LINCOLN sent a letter of thanks to the tivity. He was neatly dressed in citizen's clothes of widow of the late Rev. Joseph Stockton, of Pittsburgh,

some gray mixture, the only indication of military Pa., a lady eighty years of age, for knitting a great

service being the usual number of small staff-buttons number of stockings for the soldiers. To this favor

on his vest. I should have marked him as a promiof the President Mrs. Stockton has sent the following nent man had I seen him on Broadway; and when I

was told that he was the "Forrest of Fort Pillow," I “ To His Excellency, Abraham Lincoln, President of devoted my whole attention to him, and give you the the United States :

result of our conversation. My first impression of the " Your kind letter was duly received. My labors man was rather favorable than otherwise. Except a in behalf of our gallant soldiers, I fear, are somewhat guard of some hundred Federal soldiers, more than exaggerated. I have endeavored to do what I could half a mile away, I was, with the exception of another for those who battle to crush this wicked rebellion, person, the only Yankee in the room, and, being

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dressed in citizen's clothes, was never suspected, ex- and one battery I kept marching around all the time, cept by the landlord.

My men dismounted, leaving every fourth man to hold "General," said I, "I little expected to be seated the horses, and formed the rest in front as infantry; by this fire with you."

and the darn fool gave up without firing a shot." “Why so ?”

Speaking of Streight's capture, he said it was almost “Well, because your name has been in the mouth a shame. "Ilis men rode among them and shot them of nearly every person for a long time.”

down like cattle. They were mounted on sharp-edged “Yes,” said he, displaying the finest set of teeth saddles, and were worn out, and he killed several of that I think I have ever seen; “I have waked up the them himself. Didn't hardly know what to do with Yankees everywhere, lately."

them." But the heart sickens at the infamous con"Now that you have time, General, do you think duct of this butcher. He is one of the few men that you will ever put upon paper the true account of the are general “blowers," and yet will fight. Forrest is Fort Pillow affair ?

a thorough bravo-a desperate man in every respect. “Well,” said he, “the Yankees ought to know ; He was a negro-trader before the war, and in “perthey sent down their best men to investigate the sonal affairs," as he calls them, had killed several affair."

men. “But are we to believe their report, General ?" He had a body-guard of one hundred and fifty pick

“Yes, if we are to believe any thing a nigger says. ed men. These he placed in the rear, with orders to When I went into the war, I meant to fight. Fight- shoot any one that turned back. I have spoken to ing means killing. I have lost twenty-nine horses in numbers of confederate officers, and they speak of him the war, and have killed a man each time. The other with disgust, though all admit his bravery and fitness day I was a horse ahead, but at Selma they surround for the cavalry service. He has two brothers living, ed me, and I killed two, jumped my horse over a one-one of whom is spoken of as being a greater butcher horse wagon, and got away." I began to think I had than the Lieutenant-General. He is a man without some idea of the man at last. He continued : “My education or refinement, married, I believe, to a very Provost-Marshal's book will show that I have taken pretty wife. Any one would call him handsome. thirty-one thousand prisoners during the war. At Any one hearing him talk, would call him a brag. Fort Pillow I sent in a flag of truce, and demanded gadocio. As for myself, I would believe one half he an unconditional surrender, or I would not answer said, and only dispute with him with my finger upon for my men. This they refused. I sent them an the trigger of my pistol. When I told him I was a other note, giving them one hour to determine. This Yankee, and late upon a prominent General's staff, be they refused. I could see on the river boats loaded looked about him, and among his staff, for corrobowith troops. They sent back, asking for an hour rative proof. Volleys of this, ready prepared, poured more. I gave them twenty minutes. I sat on my forth upon his order. My not being a short-hand horse during the whole time.

writer necessarily deprived me of the pleasure of a “ The fort was filled with niggers and deserters further contribution to this true story. from our army; men who lived side by side with my Two young Kentuckians were walking along the men. I waited five minutes after the time, and then road when Forrest came up; he called them desertblew my bugle for the charge. In twenty minutes ers, and deliberately shot them. It appears that these my men were over the works, and the firing had ceas-young men were upon legitimate duty, and one of ed. The citizens and Yankees had broken in the them under military age. Tlie fathers of these youths heads of whisky and lager-beer barrels, and were all are upon Forrest's track, sworn to kill him. Poetic drunk. They kept up firing all the time, as they justice requires that he should meet with a violent went down the hill. Hundreds of them rushed to the death. Probably one hundred men have fallen by his river, and tried to swim to the gunboats, and my men hand. He says “the war is played;" that, where he shot them down. The Mississippi river was red with lives, there are plenty of fish; and that he is going to their blood for three hundred yards. During all this, take a tent along, and don't want to see any one for their flag was still flying, and I rushed over the works twelve months, and cut the halyards, and let it down, and stopped the What a charming hero he would make for a sensafight. Many of the Yankees were in tents in front, tional "King of the Cannibal Islands !" and they were in their way, as they concealed my

BRYAN MCALISTER. men, and some of them set them on fire. If any were burned to death, it was in those tents. “They have a living witness in Captain Young,

WAITING. their Quartermaster, who is still alive; and I will

When he comes back, all glorious, leave it to any prisoner I have ever taken if I have

With the love-light in bis eye, not treated them well.” “You have made some rap

From the battle-field victorious, id marches, General," said I. “Yes," said he, “I

Who'll be happier then than I ? have five thousand men that can whip any ten thou

See, the big arm-chair is waiting, sand in the world. Sturgis came out to whip me once,

Vacant still in its old placeand was ten thousand strong. I marched off as if I

Time, press quickly on the hours was going to Georgia, and fell upon the head of his

Till I see his pleasant face ! column when he least expected me, and, with two thousand three hundred men, killed over three thou He was too young, they told me, sand, captured as many more, with all the trains and

To march against the foe; mules, and drove him back. I meant to kill every Yet when his country needed aid, man in Federal uniform, unless he gave up." He

His mother bade him go! spoke of capturing a fort from Colonel Crawford, in 'Twere meet slaves should tremble Athens, Alabama, garrisoned by one thousand five

Whom tyrants hold in thrall ; hundred men. Said he : "I took 'bim out and showed But my boy was a freeman born, him my forces—some brigades two or three times,

He went at freedom's call.

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