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The Inglesby who is commemorated in the preceding extract, is known to have been the chief informer on that occasion; and Colonel Hutchinson understood, that it was by his instigation that he also had been called as a witness. His deportment, when privately examined by the Attorney-General, is extremely characteristic, and includes a very fine and bitter piece of irony on his base associate, who did not disdain to save himself by falsehood and treachery. When pressed to specify some overt acts against the prisoners,

-"the collonell answered him, that in a businesse transacted so many years agoe, wherein life was concern'd, he durst not beare a testimony; having at that time bene so little an observer, that be could not remember the least title of that most eminent circumstance, of Cromwell's forcing Collonell Inglesby to sett to his unwilling hand, which, if his life had depended on that circumstance, he could not have affirm'd! And then, sir,' sayd he, if I have lost so great a thing as that, it cannot be expected lesse eminent passages remaine with me.'" p. 379.

tion came too late. A sort of aguish fever, brought on by damp and confinement, had settled on his constitution; and, in little more than a month after his removal from the Tower, he was delivered by death from the mean and cowardly oppression of those whom he had always disdained either to flatter of betray.

England should be proud, we think, of having given birth to Mrs. Hutchinson and her husband; and chiefly because their characters are truly and peculiarly English; according to the standard of those times in which national characters were most distinguishable. Not exempt, certainly, from errors and defects, they yet seem to us to hold out a lofty example of substantial dignity and virtue; and to possess most of those talents and principles by which public life is made honourable, and privacy delightful. Bigotry must at all times debase, and civil dissension embitter our existence; but, in the ordinary course of events, we may safely venture to assert, that a nation which produces many such wives and mothers as Mrs. Lucy Hutchinson, must be both great and happy.

It was not thought proper to examine him on the trial; and he was allowed, for about a year, to pursue his innocent occupations in For the Reverend Julius Hutchinson, the the retirement of a country life. At last he editor of these Memoirs, it is easy to see that was seized, upon suspicion of being concern- he is considerably perplexed and distracted, ed in some treasonable conspiracy; and, between a natural desire to extol those illus though no formal accusation was ever exhib- trious ancestors, and a fear of being himself ited against him, and no sort of evidence spe- mistaken for a republican. So he gives us cified as the ground of his detention, was alternate notes in laud of the English levellers, conveyed to London, and committed a close and in vituperation of the atheists and jacoprisoner to the Tower. In this situation, he bins of France. From all this, our charity was treated with the most brutal harshness; leads us to infer, that the said Reverend Julius all which he bore with great meekness of Hutchinson has not yet obtained that preferspirit, and consoled himself in the constant ment in the church which it would be convestudy of the Scriptures, and the society of nient for him to possess; and that, when he his magnanimous consort, who, by the power-is promoted according to his merits, he will ful intercession of her brother, was at last admitted to his presence. After an imprisonment of ten months, during which the most urgent solicitations could neither obtain his deliverance, nor the specification of the charges against him, he was suddenly ordered down to Sandown castle in Kent, and found, upon his arrival, that he was to be closely confined in a damp and unwholesome apartment, in which another prisoner, of the meanest rank and most brutal manners, was already established. This aggravated oppression and indignity, however, he endured with a cheerful magnanimity; and conversed with his wife and daughter, as she expresses it, "with as pleasant and contented a spirit as ever in his whole life. Sir Allen Apsley at last procured an order for permitting him to walk a certain

speak more uniformly in a manner becoming his descent. In the mean time, we are very much obliged to him for this book, and for the pains he has taken to satisfy us of its authenticity, and of the accuracy of its publication. We do not object to the old spelling, which occasions no perplexity; but when the work comes to another edition, we would recommend it to him to add a few dates on the margin, to break his pages into more paragraphs, and to revise his punctuation. He would make the book infinitely more saleable, too, if, without making the slightest variation in what is retained, he would omit about two hundred pages of the siege of Nottingham, and other parish business; especially as the whole is now put beyond the reach of loss of corruption by the present full publication.

(October, 1829.)

Memoirs of LarT FANSHAWE, Wife of the Right Honourable Sir Richard Fanshawe, Baronet, Ambassador from Charles the Second to the Court of Madrid in 1665. Written by herself. To which are added, Extracts from the Correspondence of Sir Richard Fanshawe. 8vo. pp. 360. London: 1829.

voted attachment, and participated not unworthily in all his fortunes and designs, was, consequently, in continual contact with the movements which then agitated society; and had her full share of the troubles and triumphs which belonged to such an existence. Her memoirs ought, therefore, to have formed an interesting counterpart to those of Mrs. Hutchinson; and to have recalled to us, with equal force and vivacity, the aspect under which those great events presented themselves to a female spectatress and sufferer, of the opposite faction. But, though the title of the book, and the announcements of the editor, hold

THERE is not much in this book, either of individual character, or public story. It is, indeed, but a small affair-any way; but yet pleasing, and not altogether without interest or instruction. Though it presents us with no traits of historical importance, and but few of personal passion or adventure, it still gives us a peep at a scene of surpassing interest from a new quarter; and at all events adds one other item to the great and growing store of those contemporary notices which are every day familiarizing us more and more with the living character of by-gone ages; and without which we begin, at last, to be sensible, that we can neither enter into their spirit, nor even un-out this promise, we must say that the body of derstand their public transactions. Writings not meant for publication, nor prepared for purposes of vanity or contention, are the only memorials in which the true "form and pressure" of the ages which produce them are ever completely preserved; and, indeed, the only documents from which the great events which are blazoned on their records can ever be satisfactorily explained. It is in such writings alone,-confidential letters-private diaries-family anecdotes-and personal remonstrances, apologies, or explanations, that the true springs of action are disclosed-as well as the obstructions and impediments, whether in the scruples of individuals or the general temper of society, by which their operation is so capriciously, and, but for these revelations, so unaccountably controlled. They are the true key to the cipher in which public annals are almost necessarily written; and their disclosure, after long intervals of time, is almost as good as the revocation of their writers from the dead-to abide our interrogatories, and to act over again, before us, in the very dress and accents of the time, a portion of the scenes which they once guided or adorned. It is not a very striking portion, perhaps, that is thus recalled by the publication before us; but whatever interest it possesses is mainly of this character. It belongs to an era, to which, of all others in our history, curiosity will always be most eagerly directed; and it constantly rivets our attention, by exciting expectations which it ought, in truth, to have fulfilled; and suggesting how much more interesting and instructive it might so easily have been made.

it falls far short of performance: and, whether it be that her side of the question did not admit of the same force of delineation or loftiness of sentiment; or, that the individual chronicler has been less fortunately selected, it is certain that, in point both of interest and instruction; in traits of character, warmth of colouring, or exaltation of feeling, there is no sort of comparison between these gossiping, and, though affectionate, yet relatively cold and feeble, memoranda, and the earnest, eloquent, and graphic representations of the puritan heroine. Nor should it be forgotten, even in hinting at such a parallel, that, in one important respect, the royalist cause also must be allowed to have been singularly happy in its female representative. Since, if it may be said with some show of reason, that Lucy Hutchinson and her husband had too many elegant tastes and accomplishments to be taken as fair specimens of the austere and godly republicans ; it certainly may be retorted, with at least equal justice, that the chaste and decorous Lady Fanshawe, and her sober diplomatic lord, shadow out rather too favourably the general manners and morals of the cavaliers.

After all, perhaps, the true secret of her inferiority, in all at least that relates to political interest, may be found in the fact, that the fair writer, though born and bred a royalist, and faithfully adhering to her husband in his efforts and sufferings in the cause, was not naturally, or of herself, particularly studious of such matters; or disposed to occupy herself more than was necessary with any public concern. She seems to have followed, like a good wife and daughter, where her parents or Lady Fanshawe was, as is generally known, her husband led her; and to have adopted the wife of a distinguished cavalier, in the their opinions with a dutiful and implicit conHeroic Age of the civil wars and the Protec-fidence, but without being very deeply moved torate; and survived till long after the Res- by the principles or passions which actuated toration. Her husband was a person of no mean figure in those great transactions; and she, who adhered to him with the most de

those from whom they were derived; while Lucy Hutchinson not only threw her whole heart and soul into the cause of her party

but, like Lady Macbeth or Madame Roland, | years, to see my daughter a woman: to which they

imparted her own fire to her more phlegmatic
helpmate,-"chastised him," when neces
"with the valour of her tongue," and
sary,
cheered him on, by the encouragement of her
high example, to all the ventures and sacri-
fices, the triumphs or the martyrdoms, that
lay visibly across her daring and lofty course.
The Lady Fanshawe, we take it, was of a less
passionate temperament; and her book, ac-
cordingly, is more like that of an ordinary
woman, though living in extraordinary times.
She begins, no doubt, with a good deal of love
and domestic devotion, and even echoes, from
that sanctuary, certain notes of loyalty; but,
in very truth, is chiefly occupied, for the best
part of her life, with the sage and serious
business of some nineteen or twenty accouche-
mens, which are happily accomplished in dif-
ferent parts of Europe; and seems, at last, to
be wholly engrossed in the ceremonial of
diplomatic presentations, the description of
court dresses, state coaches, liveries, and
jewellery, the solemnity of processions, and
receptions by sovereign princes, and the due
interchange of presents and compliments with
persons of worship and dignity. Fully one-
third of her book is taken up with such goodly
matter; and nearly as much with the geneal-
ogy of her kindred, and a faithful record of
their marriages, deaths, and burials. From
the remainder, however, some curious things
may be gathered; and we shall try to extract
what strikes us as most characteristic. We
may begin with something that preceded her
own recollection. The following singular le-
gend relates to her mother; and is given, it
will be observed, on very venerable author-
ity:

answered, It is done: and then, at that instant, I awoke out of my trance; and Dr. Howlsworth did there affirm, that that day she died made just fifteen years from that time."-pp. 26-28.

This gift of dreaming dreams, or seeing visions, seems, indeed, to have been hereditary in the family; for the following is given on the credit of the fair writer's own experience. When she and her husband went to Ireland, on their way to Portugal, they were honour ably entertained by all the distinguished royalists who came in their way. Among others, she has recorded that,

"We went to the Lady Honor O'Brien's, a lady that went for a maid, but few believed it! She was the youngest daughter of the Earl of Thomond There we staid three nights. The first of which I was surprised by being laid in a chamber, where, about one o'clock, I heard a voice that wakened me. I drew the curtain, and, in the casement of the window, I saw, by the light of the moon, a woman leaning into the window, through the casement, in white, with red hair, and pale and ghastly complexion. She spoke loud, and in a tone I had never heard, thrice, A horse!' and then, with a sigh more like the wind than breath, she vanished, and, to me, her body looked more like a thick cloud than substance. I was so much frightened, that my hair stood on end, and my night-clothes fell off. I pulled and pinched your father, who never woke during the disorder I was in; but at last was much surprised to see me in this fright, and more so when I related the story and showed him the window opened. Neither of us slept any more that night, but he entertained me with telling me how much more these apparitions were usual in this country than in England! and we concluded the cause to be the great superstition of the Irish, and the want of that knowing faith, which should defend them from the power of the devil, which he exercises among them very much."

Ingenious and orthodox as this solution of the mystery must be allowed to be, we con fess we should have been inclined to prefer that of the fair sleeper having had a fit of nightmare; had it not been for the conclusive testimony of the putative virgin of the house of Thomond, who supplies the following astonishing confirmation; and leads us rather to suspect that the whole might have been a trick, to rid herself the sooner of their scru pulous and decorous company.

"Dr. Howlsworth preached her funeral sermon, in which, upon his own knowledge, he told, before many hundreds of people, this accident following: That my mother, being sick to death of a fever three months after I was born, which was the occasion she gave me suck no longer, her friends and servants thought, to all outward appearance, that she was dead, and so lay almost two days and a night but Dr. Winston, coming to comfort my father, went into my mother's room, and looking earnestly on her face, said she was so handsome, and now looks so lovely, I cannot think she is dead; and suddenly took a lancet out of his pocket, and with "About five o'clock," continues Lady Fanit cut the sole of her foot, which bled. Upon this, shawe, "the lady of the house came to see us, he immediately caused her to be laid upon the bed again, and to be rubbed, and such means, as she saying she had not been in bed all night, because a cousin O'Brien of hers, whose ancestors had came to life, and opening her eyes, saw two of her owned that house, had desired her to stay with kinswomen stand by her, my Lady Knollys and him in his chamber, and that he died at two o'clock, my Lady Russell, both with great wide sleeves, and she said, 'I wish you to have had no dis as the fashion then was, and said, Did not you turbance, for 'tis the custom of the place, that, promise me fifteen years, and are you come again when any of the family are dying, the shape of a already? which they not understanding, persuaded woman appears in the window every night till they her to keep her spirits quiet in that great weakness be dead. This woman was many ages ago got wherein she then was; but, some hours after, she with child by the owner of this place, who murdesired my father and Dr. Howlsworth might be dered her in his garden, and flung her into the river left alone with her, to whom she said, I will ac-under the window, but truly I thought not of it quaint you, that, during the time of my trance, I was in great quiet, but in a place I could neither distinguish nor describe; but the sense of leaving my girl, who is dearer to me than all my children, remained a trouble upon my spirits. Suddenly I saw two by me, cloathed in long white garments, and methought I fell down with my face in the dust; and they asked me why I was troubled in so great happiness. I replied, O'let me have the same grant given to Hezekiah, that I may live fifteen

when I lodged you here, it being the best room in the house. We made little reply to her speech, but disposed ourselves to be gone suddenly."

We shall close this chapter, of the supernatural, with the following rather remarkable ghost story, which is calculated, we think, to make a strong impression on the imagination. Our diligent chronicler picked it up, it seems,

on her way through Canterbury in the year | ink, and paper, which was your father's trade, and 1663; and it is thus nonourably attested: by it, I assure you, we lived better than those who "And here I cannot omit relating the ensuing liberty."-pp. 37, 38. were born to 2000l. a year, as long as he had his story, confirmed by Sir Thomas Batten, Sir Arnold Breames, the Dean of Canterbury, with many more gentlemen and persons of this town.

"There lives not far from Canterbury a gentleman, called Colonel Colepeper, whose mother was widow unto the Lord Strangford: this gentle man had a sister, who lived with him, as the world

We may now go back a little to the affairs of this world. Deep and devoted attachments are more frequently conceived in circumstances of distress and danger than in any other: and, accordingly, the love and marriage of Sir Richard Fanshawe and his lady befel during their anxious and perilous residence with the court at Oxford, in 1644. The following little sketch of the life they passed there is curious and interesting:

The next scene presents both of them in so amiable and respectable a light, that we think it but justice to extract it, though rather long, without any abridgment. It is, indeed, one of the most pleasing and interesting passages. in the book. They had now gone to Bristol, in 1645.

said, in too much love. She married Mr. Porter. This brother and sister being both atheists and living a life according to their profession, went in a frolick into a vault of their ancestors, where, be"My husband had provided very good lodgings fore they returned, they pulled some of their father's for us, and as soon as he could come home from and mother's hairs! Within a very few days after, the council, where he was at my arrival, he with Mrs. Porter fell sick and died. Her brother kept all expressions of joy received me in his arms, and her body in a coffin set up in his buttery, saying it gave me a hundred pieces of gold, saying, I know would not be long before he died, and then they thou that keeps my heart so well, will keep my would be both buried together; but from the night fortune, which from this time I will ever put into after her death, until the time that we were told the thy hands as God shall bless me with increase;' story, which was three months, they say that a head, and now I thought myself a perfect queen, and as cold as death, with curled hair like his sister's. my husband so glorious a crown, that I more valued did ever lie by him wherever he slept, notwith-myself to be called by his name than born a standing he removed to several places and countries princess; for I knew him very wise and very good, to avoid it; and several persons told us they also and his soul doated on me,-upon which confidence had felt this apparition." I will tell you what happened. My Lady Rivers, a brave woman, and one that had suffered many thousand pounds loss for the king, and whom I had a great reverence for, and she a kindness for me as a kinswoman, in discourse she tacitly commended the knowledge of state affairs; and that some thereof, as my Lady Aubigny, Lady Isabel Thynne, women were very happy in a good understanding and divers others, and yet none was at first more capable than I; that in the night she knew there came a post from Paris from the queen, and that she would be extremely glad to hear what the queen commanded the king in order to his affairs; saying, if I would ask my husband privately, he would tell me what he found in the packet, and I might tell her. I, that was young and innocent, and to that day had never in my mouth What news?' began to think there was more in inquiring into public affairs than I thought of; and that it being fashionable thing would make me more beloved of my husband, if that had been possible, than I was. When my husband returned home from council, after welcoming him, as his custom ever was, he went with his handful of papers into his study for an hour or more; I followed him; he turned hastily, and said, What wouldst thou have, my life?' I told him, I heard the prince had received a packet from the queen, and I guessed it was that in his hand, and I desired to know what was in it; he smilingly replied, My love, I will immediately come to thee; pray thee go, for I am very busy: when he came out of his closet I revived my suit; he kissed me, and talked of other things. At supper I would eat nothing; he as usual sat by me, and drank often to me, which was his custom, and was full of discourse to company that was at table. Going to bed I asked again; and said I could not believe he loved me if he refused to tell me all he knew; but he answered nothing, but stopped my mouth with kisses. So we went to bed; I cried, and he went to sleep! Next morning early, as his custom was, he called to rise, but began to discourse with me first, towhich I made no reply; he rose, came on the other side of the bed and kissed me, and drew the cur

"My father commanded my sister and myself to come to him to Oxford, where the Court then was; but we, that had till that hour lived in great plenty and great order, found ourselves like fishes out of the water, and the scene so changed, that we knew not at all how to act any part but obedience; for, from as good a house as any gentleman of England had, we came to a baker's house in an obscure street; and from rooms well furnished, to lie in a very bad bed in a garret, to one dish of meat, and that not the best ordered, no money, for we were as poor as Job, nor clothes more than a man or two brought in their cloak bags: we had the perpetual discourse of losing and gaining towns and men: at the windows the sad spectacle of war, sometimes plagues, sometimes sicknesses of other kind, by reason of so many people being packed together, as, I believe, there never was before of that quality; always in want, yet I must needs say, that most bore it with a martyr-like cheerfulness. For my own part, I began to think we should all, like Abraham, live in tents all the days of our lives. The king sent my father a warrant for a baronet, but he returned it with thanks, saying he had too much honour of his knighthood, which his majesty had honoured him with some years before, for the fortune he now possessed."-pp. 35-37.

They were married very privately the year after; and certainly entered upon life with little but their mutual love to cheer and support|tains sofily, and went to court. When he came them; but it seems to have been sufficient.

"Both his fortune and my promised portion, which was made 10,0001, were both at that time in expectation; and we might truly be called merchant adventurers, for the stock we set up our trading with did not amount to twenty pounds betwixt us; but, however, it was to us as a little piece of armour is against a bullet, which, it it be right placed, though no bigger than a shilling, serves as well as a whole suit of armour; so our stock bought pen,

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home to dinner, he presently came to me as was usual, and when I had him by the hand, I said,

Thou dost not care to see me troubled ;' to which he, taking me in his arms, answered, My dearest soul, nothing upon earth can afflict me like that: But when you asked me of my business, it was wholly out of my power to satisfy thee; for my life and fortune shall be thine, and every thought of my heart in which the trust I am in may not be revealed: But my honour is my own; which I cannot preserve if I communicate the prince's

affairs; and, pray thee, with this answer rest satis- | darings of Mrs. Hutchinson, though we can fied.' So great was his reason and goodness, that, not say that the occasion called so clearly for upon consideration, it made my folly appear to me their display. During their voyage to Portu so vile, that from that day until the day of his death, I never thought fit to ask him any business, but what he communicated freely to me, in order to his estate or family."

After the ill success of the royal arms had made it necessary for the Prince to retire beyond seas, Lady Fanshawe and her husband attended him to the Scilly Islands. We give this natural and simple picture of their discomforts on that expedition:

gal, and—

"When we had just passed the Straits, we saw coming towards us, with full sails, a Turkish galley, well manned, and we believed we should be all carried away slaves, for this man had so laden his ship with goods for Spain, that his guns were usefor brandy, and after he had well drunken, and all less, though the ship carried sixty guns. He called his men, which were near two hundred, he called for arms, and cleared the deck as well as he could, resolving to fight rather than lose his ship, which was worth 30,000l. This was sad for us passengers: but my husband bid us be sure to keep in the cabin, and not appear, the women, which would make the Turks think that we were a man-of-war, but if they saw women, they would take us for merchants, and board us. He went upon the deck, and took a gun and bandoliers, and sword, and, with the rest of the ship's company, stood upon deck expecting the arrival of the Turkish man-of-war. This beast, the captain, had locked me up in the cabin; I knocked and called long to no purpose, until at length the cabin-boy came and opened the door. I, all in tears, desired him to be so good as to give me his blue thrum cap he wore, and his tarred coat, which he did, and I gave him half-a-crown, and putting them on, and flinging away my night-clothes, I

"The next day, after having been pillaged, and extremely sick and big with child, I was set on shore, almost dead, in the island of Scilly; when we had got to our quarters near the castle, where the prince lay, I went immediately to bed, which was so vile that my footman ever lay in a better, and we had but three in the whole house, which consisted of four rooms, or rather partitions, two low rooms, and two little lofts, with a ladder to go up: in one of these they kept dried fish, which was his trade, and in this my husband's two clerks lay; one there was for my sister, and one for myself, and one amongst the rest of the servants; but when I waked in the morning, I was so cold knew not what to do; but the daylight discovered that my bed was near swimming with the sea, which the owner told us afterwards it never did-crept up softly and stood upon the deck by my bat at spring tides."

We must not omit her last interview with her unfortunate Sovereign, which took place at Hampton Court, when his star was hastening to its setting! It is the only interview with that unhappy Prince of which she has left any notice; and is, undoubtedly, very touching and amiable.

"During his stay at Hampton Court, my husband was with him; to whom he was pleased to talk much of his concerns, and gave him three credentials for Spain, with private instructions, and letters for his service: But God, for our sins, disposed his Majesty's affairs otherwise. I went three times to pay my duty to him, both as 1 was the daughter of his servant, and wife of his servant. The last time I ever saw him, when I took my leave, I could not refrain from weeping, When he had saluted me, I prayed to God to preserve his majesty with long life and happy years; he stroked me on the cheek, and said, Child, if God pleaseth it shall be so both you and I must submit to God's will, and you know in what hands I am in; then turning to your father, he said, 'Be sure, Dick, to tell my son all that I have said, and deliver those letters to my wife; pray God bless her! I hope I shall do well;' and taking him in his arms, said, Thou hast ever been an honest man, and I hope God will bless thee, and make thee a happy servant to my son, whom I have charged in my letter to continue his love, and trust to you;' adding, I do promise you, that if ever I am restored to my dignity, I will bountifully reward you for both your service and sufferings.' Thus did we part from that glorious sun, that within a few months after was murdered, to the grief of all Christians that were not forsaken by God."

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husband's side, as free from sickness and fear as, I
confess, from discretion; but it was the effect of
that passion which I could never master.
parley, and so well satisfied with speech and sight
By this time the two vessels were engaged in
of each other's forces, that the Turks' man-of-war
tacked about, and we continued our course. But
when your father saw it convenient to retreat, look-
ing upon me. he blessed himself, and snatched me
up in his arms, saying, 'Good God, that love can
make this change! and though he seemingly chid
me, he would laugh at it as often as he remembered
that voyage."

What follows is almost as strong a proof of that "love which casteth out fear;" while it is more unexceptionable on the score of pru dence. Sir Richard, being in arms for the King at the fatal battle of Worcester, was afterwards taken prisoner, and brought to London; to which place his faithful consort immediately repaired, where, in the midst of her anxieties,

"I met a messenger from him with a letter, which advised me of his condition, and told me he was very civilly used, and said little more, but that I should be in some room at Charing Cross, where he had promise from his keeper that he should rest there in my company at dinner-time; this was meant to him as a great favour. I expected him with impatience, and on the day appointed provided a dinner and room, as ordered, in which I was with my father and some more of our friends, where, about eleven of the clock, we saw hundreds of poor soldiers, both English and Scotch, march all naked on foot, and many with your father, who was very cheerful in appearance; who, after he had

spoken and saluted me and his friends there, said, little I have to spare; this is the chance of war; Pray let us not lose time, for I know not how nothing venture, nothing have; so let us sit down and be merry whilst we may; then taking my hand in his, and kissing me, Cease weeping, no other thing upon earth can move me; remember we are all at God's disposal.'

not constantly to go, when the clock struck four in: "During the time of his imprisonment, I failed the morning, with a dark lantern in my hand al

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