THE CHRISTIAN SUN. r' IN ESSENTIALS, UNITY; IN NON-ESSENTIALS, LIBERTY; IN ALL THINGS, CHARITY. Volume XX^III. SUFFOLK, YA., FRIDAY FEBRUARY 6, 1880. Number 6. |oetrg. BENEATH HIS WING. BY HORATH’tt BONAB, D.D. I come, 1 rest beneath The shadow of Thy wing, That I may know How good it is There to abide ; How safe its sheltering ! I lean upon the cross ^ hen fainting by the way ; It bears my weight, It holds me up, It cheers my soul, It turns my night to day ! I clasp the outstretched hand Of my delivering Lord : Upon i)is arm I lean myself; His arm divine Doth surest help afford ! I hear the gracious words He speaketh to my soul; They bantstWear, They say, “Be strong," They make my spirit whole 1 I look, and live, and love; I listen to the voice Saying to me ♦ That God is love, That God is light; I listen and rejoice. CREAM OFJTHE PRESS. —We are very well aware that there are occasion* when apologetic preaching is proper; bat after all it is the doctrinal preaching which makes a church grow within and without.—When men are pierced by the sword ol the Spirit, their doubts occupy a secondary place, and are easily dealt with. This is the teach ing of observation and experience. Chulmer’s Astronomical Discourses were all very well, but we saw it sta ted the ether day that George Muller bad remarked of liobert Hall (wbo also lived in Bristol, Eng.), that his preaching did not convert many souls. It was splendid, and Robert Ball was a true man, but it did not conviuce men of sin. It is not learn ed discourses, nor hue intellectual ef forts, that do the work. It is the mau as filled with the Spirit. Preach ing is not discoursing ; it is testify ing ; and what reaches men is the liv ing witness.—Ventral Presbyterian. —Scepticism is prevented from working ont its legitimate results by the prevalence and power of the truths, the principles of the Bible. The air is full of the principles of the Word of God. There can hardly be fouud a single man who is under the influence of scepticism who does not know aud feel the power of the essen tial truths of Christianity. The gen eral morality around him is that which has been produced by the Scriptures and Christian example. He is controlled by it to a large de gree. The existence aud nature of God, the governmeut of God, the re tributions of the future, the Cross of Christ, and all the meaning and pow er Christiaus claim for it, the work of the Holy Spirit, all these truths are known by him and have their power over him much as he may op pose and even deride them. Sj scep ticism lives uuder conditions produc ed and maintained by the Word of God. is restrained, modified and con trolled by them, and does not bear fruit alter its kind.—Christian Intel gencer. —How any womau Keeps bouse without the religion of Christ to help her is a mystery to me. To have to spend the greater part of one’s life, as many women do in planning for meals and stitching garments that will soon bo rent again, and deploring breakages, and supervising tardy su bordiuates, and driving off dust that soon again will eettle, and doing the same thing day in and day out, year in and year ont, until the hair silvers and the back stoops and spectacles crawl to the eyes, and the grave breaks open under the thin sole of the shoe—oh, it is a long monotony 1 But when Christ comes to the draw ing room, and comes to the kitchen, and comes to the dwelling, then how cherry becomes all womanly duties 1 She i8 never alone now. Martha gets through fretting and joins Mary at the feet of Jesus.—Now she can sing all day long—mending, washing baking, scouring, scrubbing. O, wo man, having in your pantry a nesl of boxes containing all kinds of con dimeuts, why have you not tried ir your heart and life the spicery of OU] holy religion t THE DEACON’S ROD. “Spare the rod and spoil the child/ Mr. Hardcap oracularly. He always quotes Scriptures with oracular so lemnity. “Well,” said Mr. Geer, “if I had as mauy children as Solomon had I think 1 should use the rod. Cut with only four 1 can get along very well without oue.” “I understand,” said young Whea ton, “that to be a mistranslation. The revisers arc going to change it so as to read: ‘Spoil the rod and spare the child-’” The little laugh that followed this announcement, which was made per fectly sedately, aroused Mr. Hard cap’s righteous indignation. Mr. Hardcap uever gets angry, at least he says he does not; but he occa sionally gets righteously indignant “Makiu’ fun o’ Scripter ain’t no argyment,” he said. “Any tool can make fuu o’ Scripter.” “But, Mr. Hardcap,” said Mr. Geer, soothingly, “don't you think that circumstances alter cases ! Don’t you think that in our highest civilization, with our better develop ment, with parents better under standing how to manage their chil dren, and how to manage themselves, too, and with children more ameua ble to reason and affection, we ought to be able to dispense with the rod, though it may have been very nec essary in Solomou’s time t Why, even the horsebreaker do not use the whip on their horses any more.” “No,” said Mr. Hardcap, shaking his head resolutely, “I ain’t no wiser uhan Solomon, and I don’t never ex pect to be.” We were gathered around the stove iD the church lecture room, after the prayer meeting, at which the topic had been the training of childred. These supplementary pray er meetings are ofteu better than the main meeting which proeedes, as they say a lady’s postcript is often better thau the letter. There is more iu it, and fewer words. “Well,” said the deacon, who had hitherto stood an observant but si lent listener, “1 agree with Mr. Hard cap ; I believe in the use of the rod.” “Why, deacon 1” It was a whole chorus of voices that uttered this ex clamation. “I do,” said the deacon, “and I have a rod ; a good big one ; as big as my middle finger. And I use it pretty much every day.” Amazement defied expression. The notion of the good natured dea con beating one of his children with a hickory stick as big as his middle finger took away our bread. We waited developments. “Though,” continued the deaoou, “it is true I only use it on oue of the children.” Worse, worse 1 Oh, deacon, how cau you I “Which one is it, deacon!” said I. “Jemima Poppenhausen,” said the deacon. “Jemima Poppenhausen,” exclaim ed two or three voices simultaneous ly. “Jemima PoppenUausen,” said Mr. Hardcap, trying to work up a little righteous indignation, but without success, and endiug by breaking out iuto a smile (Mr. Haidcap never suc ceeds very well in working up right eous indignation against the genial deacon). “Jemima Poppeuhausen ; why, the deacon hain’t got no such child. It’s just one of the deacon’s games.” “Jemima Poppeuhausen,” said the deacou. “She is the ouly bad child I have. All the native depravity of all my children is concentrated in her. If anybody cries, it is Jemima roppeubausen. If anybody won’t go to bed, it is Jemima Poppeuliauseu. Tot never cries ; Tot is never cross; Tot never gets balky over lier spel ling lesson ; Tot never gets so tired that she cannot go to bed without a cry; Tot never gets wilful at the ta ble, and pouts and breaks out iuto a cry because she cannot have her own way. Not she. Whenever any of these disasters happen, Tot has gone away and Jemima Poppenhausen has taken her place. And then the rod conies out of its place in the corner. It was Tot’s owu plan. She said one day sho hated Jemima Poppenhau sen, and that she wished I would get a stick and heather whenever she came to the house. So when Tot disappears, and Jemima takes her place, sometimes we give her the stick, and she drives Jemima out of the room, flourishing the stick brave ly after her, nud coming back from the victorious onslaught, her little tearful face wreathed in smiles. Sometimes the mother gets the stick and pokes Jemima Poppenhausen till the cry turns iuto a laugh. Some times we simply put Jemima Pop I'cnhausen by herself, with the stick, in the study, and pretty soon Tot comes in with the stick over her shoulder, declaring that she dreve Jemima Poppenbausen up the chim ney or out of the window. I really do not know what we should do without that rod.” “Do you think that is rightt” said Mr. Hardcap. “Isn’t it kiuder ma kiu’ a sport of sin 1” “The Apostle tells us,” replied the deacou, “to overcome evil with good. And if I can overcome a cry with a laugh I think it is better than to overcome it with another cry. If! can pacify the pride and. self-will, and petulance and auger, and put them all in au imaginary Jemima Poppenbausen, and teach Tot to hate them all, I think I am doing her more good than by simpiy teaching her to be afraid to show them out before me. If I can get her to drive the devil away I am doiug a great deal better by her than if I merely drive it away, or repress it myself.” “That is what you might call the scientific use of the ima^!” said Mr. Geer. “I don’t know,” said Mr. Hardcap, “about making some make-believe child the scape goat for a real child’s siu.’l But the scape-goat was a Bible idea,” said the deacon. “The Lord used the imagination a great deal in dealing with the Israelites. When He wished to give them the idea that they had completely gotten rid of their sins, He told the priest to tie a scarlet thread on the head of a goat and lead it off into the wilderness. It was a rude sort of object teaching, but it accomplished the purpose. Tot dislikes a pouting, crying, sulky child as much as you or I do, but we never dislike our own sins while we are committing them.” • “I don’t believe that,” said Mr. Hardcap. “Then why don’t we stopt” said tbe deacon. “Because—because—wealon’t wan’t to,” replied Mr. Hardcap hesitating ly. “Exactly,” said tbe deacon. “Now, if I can get Tot to look at herself when she is pouting, or sulking or cross, if I cau got her out of her pas sion long enough to see what an un lovely thing it is, I have wou half the battle; and if I cau get her to go after it with a stick, and drive it away, I have won all the battle. And in using the imagination I am only following the examyle God has set me.” “Well,” said Mr. Hardcap, “1 am going to try the deacon’s stick right away.” “One thing said the deacotf, “if you do, you must keep perfectly good uatured yourself. A little righteous indignation in your own heart and tones of voice will ruin the charm.” For myself, I am not sure how the deacon’s stick would do in other hands. But in the deacon’s hands it has helped to bring up as delightful a family of children as it is not often one’s good fortune to meet anywhere. —Laicus. in the Christian Union. THE WORRY OF LITTLE THINGS. BY THE EEV. WILLIAM AIKMAN, D. D. We stood ou the church-pdrcb after all the congregation had gone out, and were talking for a few moments in the line of the sermon. It had been about the cultivation of our spiritual nature, and how the mass of men forget, and neglect it, and live largely and often as if there were no such things belonging to them. Said my friend, as a tear glistened iu her eye, “Does it not seem strange that so much of our life should be wasted iu the perpetual thought of little tbiugs, while we have no time or stiength to give to the larger ones * How rnauy are toil-worn, their life one long struggle barely to live, the one supremo and necessary eudeavor being to get enough to eat and be clothed with, or to feed or cover those dependent upon them! And then how this perpetual pursuit and occupation with small things some times seems to make us grow small.” ‘Wes,” I replied, “it does appear so at times. To bo watching the pennies, to bo calculating whether you cau afford to spend or not this quarter of a dollar, does, at first glance, seem as if it would make us grow little in soul. But look at it all around. “Life is made up of little things— small breaths and short heart beats. Food and drink are necessary, and morsels make them. Yet it has of ten grieved mo to spend on a piece of beef large enough to feed the family wliat would have been suffi cient to buy a book full of noble thoughts—the one to vanish from human sight, the other to live for ever. But the book cannot be eaten and the beef must be bought: so I have pot the grief aside, paid the price of the dinner, and seen the great thoughts all lost in the merry chat of the table from which the beef has disappeared. “But who shall say, after all, this is not bcstt Dealing with larger in terest does not make one grow large. A man who is in the habit of dealing with tens of thousands, and has no need to watch a penny, often doet watch it with keener interest than even you or I ever regard it. Some how, the large dealings have not made him large; he even seems to have shrunk as he touches them. “Aud freedom from these little things of life,and leisure to give one’s self entirely to higher things, do not practically tend to form uobler char acter nor more beautiful lives. Look at monks or nuns. They have uo care for what they shall eat or what they shall drink ; the prior or abbot will take care of all that. They do not even have to think of what they ’~ru "'R^ar ^ f*>eir clothes are provi ded for, and the fashion never chan ges. They have pleutv of time to give to religious things, aud»yet how small they grow ! Very much smal ler than are we who are thrust out into the small worries of life. “Nor does contact with these little things dwarf us. All is in the way we handle them. I think that I have seen greater things through my microscope than I have through a telescope. “The little things, after all, have a lifting power. They are very email but they are many a time so” heavy that all we can do is to totter with them to God. They come so fre queutly that we have to carry them often, and so we are often brought uear to Him. They have brought us Surely this is something. And we would not have this experience so often if it were uot for the little things. To be brought near to God is not to be made small but great. “So I think that it is just as well as it*is. <->Let the small things come, but let them beckon or even force us toward our Father in heaven. They are perpetual, and so they will make us perpetually near. We shall in that all-blessed coutact expand ; we shall uot contract as we are concern ed with them.” “God give us grace for that,” my friend said as we left the church porch. A BOY ALL OVER. As I was sitting in ray friend’s room the other day, some one came np the stairs, whistling a jolly air. “There comes Ned,” said a lady in the corner of the bay window, busy with the worsted work, “and now everything will be topsy-turvy. Yon may as well finish your story another time, for there is no use trying to do anything when that boy is ’round.” In came “Ned,” aud embodied breeze, one of those fluttering, frag rant, saucy summer breezes, that scatter your manuscript leaves over the lawn, as if they were so many rose leaves—pray Heaven they may be as sweet!—that toss your bair, aud flutter your ribbons, if you hap pen to be of the beribboned ser, and play the mischief generally with whatever airy possessions you chance to have around you. I say Ned came in like just such a breeze. Everybo dy in the room was a little afraid of him, yet the sound of his footsteps, the echo of his merry whistliug, the ring of his boyish voice, brought smiles to every lip, a quicker beatiug to erery heart; in short, his coming brought life into the room. In the course of a minute Ned had stepped into his mother’s woik-basket, had tossed his aunt’s ball of pale, pink worsted to the ceilicg, had pulled the cat’s tail and teased bis little sister till she “wished boys wouldn’t boz zer;” then he sank into a chair and began to beg pathetically for his din uer. But at the souud of a comrade’s voice he dashed out of the room again, dragging his mothei’s knit ting after him, and breaking the yarn by a vigorous kick as ho shut the door.” “I should think you would send that boy away to school, if you aro going to,” said Aunt Grace, taking a false stitch in her crocheting, and making a very bad place. “I would as soon live with a whirlwind.” “Ned has wonderful spirits,” said the mother, joining her severed yarn. “Truly wonderful,” replied the aunt, in tones of quiet sarcasm ; “so wouderful that I wouldn’t like to be responsible for his future if they are not toned down pretty soon.” “I think you are a little hard upon Ned, sister. He is generous aud brave and truthful, and-” “And utterly inconsiderate .of eve rybody’s feelings or comfort,” inter rupted the aunt. “What do you think be did this morning? Came pounding on my door at five o’clock —after paper for his kite; and he knows what a poor sleeper I am, and how much I depend upon my morn ing nap!” “He knows, hut he forgets,” said the mother, gently. “1 suppose he forgot when he dres sed up that bolster, and set it in the corner of my room, and frightened nie nearly out of my wits—me with such nerves that it is all I can do to get along under the best circumstan ces.” “Oh, that was-” “The mother’s speech was inter rupted by what seemed a miuiature hail storm, bnt seemed'to be a shower of pebbles thrown against auntie's window, giving the good lady a sad “start.” Mamma looked grieved and anxious, and I took up the cudgels for “that young good-for-nothing.” “I thiuk, auntie,” I said, “that you are a great stickler for the best of its kind in everything.”-^-*—— “OJ course I am,” replied ilie Irate lady, the flush of aunoyauce fading from her thin cheek. “Well, then, you ought to rejoice in Ned, for you must admit that he is a boy all over, from the crown of his cropped head to the soles of bis mud trackirg feet—no adulterated article there.” “What of that, pray ?” “Why, everything. Heal boy, real man. All this mischief and noise and nonsense means courage, enterprise, will, perseverauce—a joyous, irre pressible temperament, that sheds troubles and trials as a duck's back sheds water. Effervescence now means fullness by and by. Your jov ial frolicsome boy, provided he have a sound, warm heart, and a good brain, becomes the powerful, genial, useful mau, with not only the wish, but the force, to do bis part toward setting the world right.” Ned’s mother smiled and drew a long breath as I linished my little speech. “I am glad to hear you say a good woid for Ned.” she said. ‘‘I don’t wonder,” said auntie, somewhat softened. “Somebody is always complaining of him, and wish ing be would go to school; and yet 1 don’t know what we should do with out him, after all.” Aye, there’s the rub—what to do without him! Many a mother, and many a sensitive, fastidious aunt, rubbed aud jarred and fret ft d through the childhood of their boys, depriving them of much rightful sun shine, much needed companionship. How true to the flag were those blus tering, careless, troublesome boys. What courage, what endurance, what splendid manliness they showed! How patient were they iu prisons, how dauntless on the field ! The ir repressible force that their friends and guardians sought to bottle up found, iu the right time, glorious use. The patience of kindly hearts can no longer avail for those boys. They jar upon no sensitive nerves, they disturb no quiet. But others fill their places—boys as full of possibili ties, aye, and every whit as trouble some, as they. They are Uexe> brave, big-hearted, hot-headed fellows. Of ten you are at loss to know what to do with them, but what could you do without them.—Mrs. M. L. Butts. TRUSTING GOD. To believe that the Lord is at my hand, and at the hand of the men whom I most fear or most love, iuflu encing them and me, connecting all business aud acts, working together with men for grand results, which are to so affect society a thousand years to come, what an antidote to fretful carelessness is this! When you have striven to train your child as an heir of immortality, with what freedom from care you can hand him over to the Lord. When you have beeu diligent in business all day, neglecting hothiug, hnrrring nothing acting as an agent for the Lord, leav ing all your books and transactions to his inspection aud protection ; when yon have had intelligent, faith ful, trustful carefulness all day, how freo from fretting care you ought to be at night 1 When 1 have prepared my sermon for you, thinking care fully, reading discreetly, earnestly striviug to find what is the mind of the Spirit in the Word of God, and theu have delivered tho sermon, how free I should be from distraction of spirit, for was not the Lord near me in the study, and “at hand” in the pulpit 1 To be wisely spiritually minded is to be serenely lofty.—Dr. Deems, in Frank Leslie's Sunday Mag azine. 1 Subscribe for the Sun. and fireside. SELECTION OF SEEDS. It is always important that the: farmer should select the best seeds | for planting that he can procure, and this year especially we hope lie will | give it earnest attention. Farmers j must make every effort this year to increase the yield per acre of their crops, and the best seed is a very essential element to that end. Ex periment has time and again demon strated that some so! ts of seeds will yield a larger harvest than others, all other things equal*, showing that there is.greater virtue or vitality in some. '1 his fact makes the selection of seed a thing of the highest impor tance. All plants are subject to this law, therefore farmers ought to take pains to procure and plant none but the best they can get. A difference ot a few bushels or pounds to the acre in yield decides the question of profit ~^k>ss, many a time; and this year, when the greatest effort is to be made by all to increase the yield per acre and reduce the costs of production, the farmer cannot afford to overlook or ignore the character of the seeds that he plants. The soundest and heaviest seed should be selected, for these contain the largest amount ol vital energy, and great care should be exercised that they are pure and true to name. In'planting for grass, oats, and ganleu trucks this is espe cially necessary, as adulterations and frauds in these kinds are often very great. No farmer has ever yet taken as large crops from our lands as they are capable of bearing, and imperfect aud mixed seed have been oue great cause of the failure. The farmer j should practice every known method of testing seeds, that he may be well ’satisfied of the character of what he j plants before he plants it. Casting j on a hot shovel, in which the germ of | some will burst out; throwing in wa I ter, in which the best of most sorts will sink to the bottom and only the light and chaffy that are unfit fur seed will float; placing for a day or two in moist sand in a hot room, or in a hot-bed, when the germ of the good will begin to develop; steeping in water near a hot stove over night, when the same effect will occur; planting a few in the open ground in advance of the season ; splitting the seed aud examining the germ with a glass, are some of the methods forde- j terminiug the quality of seeds. It is! not a difficult matter if the farmer will have the patience to atteud to it | in the right way. This is what is i •needed. Farmers lack the patient plodding %‘slow but sure’’ policy that is ever-at work and ever advancing. More thoroughness in all things is what is needed now.—Rural Messen ger. Let the Beds be Aired.—It is a bad plan to make up the beds imme diately after breakfast. The sleep ing apartments in the house should be aired every day. Beds should be opened every morning to the sun and to the atmosphere. Do not be in too much haste to get the;, chambers in be spread over separate c Lairs,' the mattresses lifted apart, and the pure morning air be allowed to get into ev ery nook and cranny of the room be fore the beds are made up._Better to endure a little delay in getting the house in order than loss of health. Scrambled Eggs with Dried Beef.—Shave the beef very fine; put a table-spoonful of butter in fry ing pan; set it over the tire, and when hot put in the beef; heat a few miuutes, stirring constantly to pre vent burning; beat up the required number of eggs and stir iu with the hot beef; stir altogether until the eggs are cooked. Serve immediately. Said1 a Baptist to a Methodist: “I don't like your church government It isn’t simple enough. There’s too much machinery about.” “It is true,” replied the Methodist, “we have more machinery than you, but then, you see, it don’t take near so much water to run it.” Those who make candles, will find it a great improvement to steep the wicks in lime water and saltpetre, and dry them. The flame is clearer and the tallow will not run. A crop of 25 bushels of wheat to the acre removes from the soil 22 pounds of potash, IS pounds of phos phoric acid, and 39 pounds of nitro geu. _ Lamps'will have a less disagreea ble smell if you dip your wick yarn in hot strong vinegar and dry it. ABOUT HOGS. The old practice is done away with. It pays no longer to keep overwin ter any hogs except those specially intended for breeding. The most ac ceptable breeds now can tic made to mature in eight or ten months. If one man can make hogs weigh three hundred pounds in ten months, all can. Pigs should be given all they will eat, and of the best kind, from the hour they begiu to eat until they are taken to market. They need no time of rest, like some of the plants of the vegetable kingdom. Kush them right through. Never keep what are called stock hogs. They should aud must be all fattening bogs. It is the worst kind of waste to let pigs get poor at any stage of tbeir existence. "Besides, w a r m weather is the best time to fatten pigs. With warm quarters they can be safely fattened until February, and in five eases out of six that is the best month to sell in. But it is better to keep hogs too cold than too hot in their quarters. Keep them from the cold and snow. Keep them out of straw stacks and manure piles. With sulphur aud coal oil keep them clear of vermin. Feed and' water them regularly, so that they will lie down most of their time. Give them all the surplus ashes from the house. But keep, if possible, no hogs over the entire wiuter. Hogs pay, aud pay largely, when managed right.—American Stockman. WOOD ASHES. The value of ashes as a fertilizer, depends principally upon the Potash and Phosphoric Acid they contain. The percentage of these varies large ly, iu ashes from different woods, va rying horn 10 percent, to 24 per cent, for the former, and 4 per cent, to 12 per cent, for the latter. This would give not far from lour to five pounds of potash to a bushel of ordinary mixed uuleached ashes, which, reck ■ otied at 44 cents per pound—the pres ent market value of potash in the commercial.- fertilizers—would give the value of a bushel at from 13, to 224 cents. W ith due allowance for the phosphoric acid and the lime— the latter making up the largest part of the ashes—it may be seen that a bushel of unleached ashes, is worth from 25 to 30 cents at the present time. Ashes, to secure the best re sults, should be thoroughly mingled with the soil. In this way, the best physical, as well as chemical effects are obtained. It is selfievideut that crops requiring large! amounts of pot ash, will be the most beuefitted by the application of ashes, as the root crops, cabbage, tobacco, etc. Forty to fifty bushels per acre, is a good ap plication.—American Agriculturest. Pudding without Milk or Eggs.—Make a dough as for biscuits or to every pint of flour, one teas poon baking powder, half tablespoon melted suet or butter, saltspeon of salt water or sweet cream to make a soft dough; roll half inch thick, cover with fruit of any kind, sprinkle with sugar and roll, pressing the edge down and ends together; lay a cloth in a steamer, place the dough (Tn it and steam au hour. If dried fi'uits are used, they should first be stewed. Serve with sauce. This may be warmed over by steaming. Ex cellent and may be made with chop ped suet and steamed three-hour*. Doughnuts—One cup butter, four eggs, two and one-half cops su gar, one cup sour milk, one teaspoon soda, a little nutmeg; floor enough to roll. Out in auy shape desired. Have the lard, (or fat from fowls,) hot enough for them to rise to the surface as soon as put in. The re cipe for “Surprise cake” makes good oj/ughuuts, with a little less butter than the recipe calls for. For Brown Bread,—Three cups of corn meal; three caps of rye meal; half cup of graham flour or wheat flour; two-thirds cup of mo lassos; one teaspoonful saleratusj oue quart of water, halt cold and half hot; mix thoroughly together and bake carefully iu iron pan, three hours. Bread Pancakes.—Cut bread dough which is ready for baling into strips of fancy desigus, and drop into hot lard. When they are a fine brown, draiu them well, and send to the breakfast table very hot. To be eaten with syrnp. Kibbons of any description should be washed iu coal soap-suds and not rinsed. Subspribe for the Sun if you want a good family paper. A

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