commenced her toilsome undertaking; looking anxiously as she went, for some decent, charitable-like person, who might be willing to give her the means of purchasing a bit of bread, to break her own and her children's fast.

But she had proceeded some distance from the town without having attained her object, when she heard the wheels of a carriage rapidly approaching behind her; so she drew up by the side of the road, prepared to make her appeal as it passed. It proved to be a handsome travelling carriage, with a good deal of luggage about it, and by the favours worn by the postilions, she judged that the travellers were newly married; a suspicion that was confirmed by the pretty face of a young lady, in a white satin bonnet, who, on seeing the sad group by the wayside, put her head out of the window, and looked at them, as Jessie fancied, with commiseration; and a minute afterwards, she perceived the same head thrust forth again, accompanied by a hand, from which was thrown a little packet wrapt in paper. But this was not all that issued from the carriage; for at the same moment, as the lady stretched her neck out of the window, her boa, unperceived by her, fell from it into the road. Jessie ran, and called out to them to stop; but the carriage was going fast, her voice was too feeble to reach them, and the servants in the rumble, who saw her running, thought it was only to pick up the alms their mistress had thrown her. So the carriage whisked away; and Jessie was left standing in the road, with twopence in one hand, and a sable boa, worth ten or twelve guineas, in the other.

Jessie was sufficiently acquainted with the cost of a lady's dress to know the value of what she had found, and she consequently thought it probable, that when the loss of the boa was discovered, the party would drive back in search of it; so she walked along, holding it conspicuously in her hand, as an evidence that she had no intention of concealing or retaining it. But mile after mile was trudged over and counted, and there were still no signs of the carriage; either the lady had not discovered her loss, or they had advanced too far on their way to return; and as this became clear, Jessie thought it advisable to put the boa into her apron and hide it; for two reasons— one was, that she observed that whenever she asked charity, people, instead of acceding to her request, looked at the boa, as much as to say, ' possessed of such a prize as that, you cannot be distressed;' and the other was, that she had remarked several very prying glances cast upon it, and she feared that, as the evening advanced, somebody might take a fancy to it and snatch it out of her hand, in which case it would probably never reach the owner again; besides that, even if it did, she would lose the legitimate reward for its restoration, which, however little it might be, was of the greatest importance to her.

As evening was now drawing on, and the children, not to mention herself, were dreadfully weary, she began to ponder anxiously on how they were to get through the night. Her begging had not been prosperous, and had, indeed, scarcely sufficed to supply them with sufficient food for the day's exigencies, and she had nothing left to pay for a lodging. They were just entering the outskirts of a town as darkness began to close around them, and unless some one there was willing to assist them, they were likely to pass the night in the streets; and when, after lingering about some time, she heard the church clocks strike eight, it seemed so probable that this would be their fate, that she began to look about for an outhouse, or a shed, or a portico, where they might be somewhat defended from the weather. However, just when she had resolved to make no more useless applications for assistance that night, but to lay herself down to rest in the best place she could find, she was suddenly put in possession of fourpence a gentleman who came hastily out of a shop having thrown her the pence he had just received in change. This might purchase them the shelter of a roof, at all events; so, being a stranger in the place, she looked about for some one who could inform her where to apply for what she wanted; and as she cast her

eyes around for this purpose, she saw a man on the opposite side of the way, who seemed to be observing her with rather unusual attention. When he perceived that she remarked him, he crossed over to her, and asked her what she was looking for.

'I want to know in what part of the town I am likely to get a night's lodging, sir,' said she. Perhaps you would have the goodness to tell me.'

'Why, yes,' replied he, 'I think I can accommodate you myself as well as any body—but perhaps you wont like my lodging?'

'Oh yes, I shall, sir,' said Jessie. We've come a long way to-day, and we shall be glad to lie down any where.' You came from G-, I fancy,' said the man. You left it last night, or this morning, didn't you?' 'We left it this morning, sir,' answered she. 'I thought so,' said the man. 'All right; come along!' Jessie thought there was something odd and abrupt about the manner of the stranger, and she almost fancied he was laughing at her, when she thanked him, and remarked, 'how lucky it was she had met him.' However, she could not afford to be curious about motives, or nice about manners, so she followed him very gladly through several streets, till they came to the gate of a somewhat large building, where he rang the bell; and as soon as his summons was answered, he pushed her in by the shoulders, and she found herself in the court of what appeared to be a prison-it was, in short, the lock-up-house, and the man who had conducted her there was a constable.

Conscious of no evil, Jessie was not in the slightest degree alarmed, whatever might be the man's object in taking them there-and she supposed he had arrested her as a vagrant-she was, at least, sure of food and shelter for the night, and that of a much better description than she could have otherwise procured; so she made no remark, but stood by quite unconcerned, whilst her conductor said some words in a low voice to a man who was standing near; after which they both approached her, and having asked her her name, and one or two more questions, the constable took hold of the end of the boa, which, unperceived by her, was hanging from her apron, and drew it out.

'The very article,' said the second man. 'No doubt of it.'

'Where did you get this?' asked the constable, turning to Jessie.

'I picked it up on the road, sir, where it fell from a carriage,' replied she.

Extremely likely,' said they, laughing. You didn't take it out of a fur shop, and forgot to pay for it, did you?' 'No, sir,' answered Jessie. I picked it up this morning, a few miles this side of G―. I never was in a fur shop in my life, to my knowledge.'

"I'm afraid you're troubled with a short memory,' said the constable. However, that's the justice's business, not mine;' and, so saying, he handed her over to the care of the jailor, who locked her up, with her children, for the night.

How she could possibly be suspected of having stolen the boa out of a shop, appeared to Jessie inexplicable. She had, in fact, had so little opportunity, as well as so little inclination, to do such a thing, that she fancied the constable must be under some strange mistake. The lady who lost the boa might have given information about it as she passed through the town, and this information had probably been misunderstood; so, consoling herself with the idea that the thing must inevitably be cleared up in the morning, she laid herself contentedly down to rest, and spent a better night than she had done for a considerable time.

'On the following morning, however, to her surprise, she was put into a cart, with her children, and taken back to G- where, being interrogated by a magistrate, and confronted with her accuser, she found that she was arraigned for stealing a sable boa out of a fur shop, which she had entered, under pretence of asking her way to the House of Refuge, two days before. That she had entered

a shop for such a purpose she readily admitted; but what articles the shop contained, she declared that she had been too much occupied with her own troubles to observe. She narrated all the circumstances of her finding the boa on the road, and called the testimony of the matron of the House of Refuge, to prove that she had no boa with her when she was there. But all her assertions and denials could not resist the evidence against her. The woman of the shop swore to her identity, and the identity of the boa; and declared that it had been lying upon the counter just before she was there. She said there had been a mark on it, but that that was easily cut off; she had not missed it till the evening; and then she had sent to the House of Refuge to inquire for Jessie, who, she learned, had not been admitted. Whereupon she gave information to the police, who having ascertained that the woman had been seen leaving the town, had forwarded a notice along the road she was supposed to have taken. So Jessie was committed to jail to await her trial as a felon. Johnny was permitted to stay with her, but Hal was sent to the poor-house, to remain till some opportunity offered of sending him to his grandmother at M- who, she felt sure, would take care of him.

Poor Jessie! This was a dreadful blow indeed! What were all her previous troubles to this? Her character gone-her dear boy, her chief comfort and consolation, taken from her-she was sure she should die of a broken heart, and leave a blighted name behind her; and it was well poor Harry had found an ocean grave, before this deep disgrace had fallen on his family. Still, in the midst of her distress, there was one reflection cheered her; it was, that though Hal was too young for his evidence to have any weight with the court, yet he was old enough to remember what he had seen; and she thus felt assured that he would never doubt his mother's honesty himself, nor permit her family and friends to doubt it, after he had joined them at M

For the first day or two after her confinement, her grief was so great, that she was quite unequal to any occupation; but when she became a little calmer, and had learned that it was in her power to earn money which would be laid by for her till she left the prison, she eagerly asked for employment; and when the matron found what a delicate hand she had for fine work, she supplied her with the best she had; and Jessie's collars, and cuffs, and babies' caps, were much admired, and fetched a handsome price amongst the ladies who visited the jail.

Three months had elapsed since her committal, and the period of her trial was fast approaching, when a lady called on the matron to inquire if she had any babies' frocks to dispose of; she had seen a cap that had been bought there by an acquaintance, and she wished to have a frock worked by the same hand. The matron thereupon invited her to furnish the materials, and promised that it should be done. Nothing could exceed Jessie's industry, or the pains she took to give satisfaction with her work; because, besides her natural disposition to diligence and neatness, she was urged by the hope that she might thus make friends, who, if she should be acquitted on her trial, might be disposed to give her employment when she was set at liberty; so she worked night and day at the frock, that it might be completed before her trial; and a beautiful thing it was when it was finished, and delivered into the hands of Mrs Webb, the lady who had ordered it.

'I shall show it to my friends,' said she; and I've no doubt I shall get further employment for the young wo

man.'

'She'll be happy to do it, I'm sure, ma'am,' said the matron, if she returns to us after her trial, or if she's acquitted either; for she seems an industrious creature, and she has two childron to support.'

'Poor thing! what is her crime?' inquired the lady. Theft, ma'am,' said the matron; driven to it, I'm afraid, by distress.'

And her name ?' said Mrs Webb.

'Jessie Malcolm,' answered the matron. 'She seems

to have been very respectably brought up; but she unfortunately married a sailor, who took to drinking, and was afterwards lost at sea; and thus she fell into misfortune, and from that to crime.'

It happened, on that day, that Mrs Webb was engaged to dine at the house of a friend, to meet a party; and being so pleased with the frock, she resolved to take it with her to exhibit to the ladies after dinner.

'What a lovely thing! and how very reasonable!' said a young lady who was present. I am just come from Paris; and I do assure you, they would not scruple to ask a hundred francs for such a one there. I shall write to my sister not to get her baby things there, but to wait till she comes home.'

'But you must not judge by the price of this,' said Mrs Webb. I had this worked in the jail by one of the prisoners. It would have cost much more in a shop.'

'Dear me exclaimed Miss Marshall, 'can those poor creatures do work like that ?'

This woman is a beautiful worker,' said Mrs Webb; but next week she's to be tried for theft; and if she's acquitted, we shall probably get no more work, as one would hardly like to trust her with the materials, after being in a jail.'

'Well, I hope she wont be acquitted, then,' said Miss Marshall, thoughtlessly.

'That's a cruel wish, Mary,' said the lady of the house, who was Miss Marshall's aunt.

'So it is,' said the young lady; and I'm sure I didn't mean it; I hope the poor creature may be acquitted with all my heart. What's her name, Mrs Webb P

Mrs Webb told Jessie's name, and all she knew of her history; and with that, after many expressions of commiseration, the subject dropped.

Miss Marshall, who, as she had mentioned, had just returned from Paris, had been spending a few days with her aunt at G, and the term of her visit having expired, she proceeded, on the following morning, to the house of another relation, at a seaport town at some distance, and the afternoon of her arrival being very fine, she was induced to accompany her friends in a walk to the beach. As they approached the strand, their attention was attracted by a crowd of persons who were assembling round a boat that had just come ashore from a ship in the offing, out of which stepped a tall, thin, pale, spectral-looking seaman, whom all appeared anxious to greet; whilst the lifting up of their hands and eyes, and the exclamations that escaped their lips, seemed to denote that his appearance had caused no less surprise than pleasure.

'What is the matter, and who is that sailor that you are surrounding ?' inquired a gentleman who was of Miss Marshall's party.

'Lauk, sir,' replied a woman, 'it's the most wonderfullest thing in the world. That, sir, is Harry Malcolm, that was drowned six months ago, when the Betsey was lost, with the captain and all the crew.'

'It seems this man was not drowned, however,' said Mr Marshall.

'No, sir,' said the woman; "he says he was the only one that ever reached the land. He got ashore on a desert island, where he lived by himself for three months, till a ship hove in sight and took him off.'

'I should like to hear his adventures from himself,' said Mr Marshall. Tell him to come up this evening to my house.'

'Ay, I will,' said the woman. 'Poor fellow! He little thinks what bad news is waiting for him, or else he'd wish himself drowned again, I believe. Hark! listen! He's asking for her now, and nobody'll have the heart to tell him.' To tell him what ? inquired Mr Marshall. About his wife, sir,' replied the woman. 'Hark to him. Poor fellow!'

brushing away a tear with the back of his hand. But where are Hal and Johnny? and where's my wife ?' 'They're all at G-,' answered one. They left this five months ago.'

'Then they're not dead? They're safe and well?' said Harry, brightening.

'Come along, Malcolm!' said one, taking him by the arm; 'come along, and we'll tell you all about it. Jessie's in a little trouble; that's all.'

'Trouble!' exclaimed Harry, his pale face turning yet paler. Jessie in trouble! What do you mean?””

'Come away!' said Mr Marshall to his niece; 'this is getting painful.'

'No, no,' answered Miss Marshall; 'I can't stir till I've heard more. I know something of the woman, his wife her name's Jessie Malcolm, and she's in the jail at G-, for theft.'

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'Ay, indeed is she said the woman they had first spoken to, and who was still standing near them; and it must have gone hard with poor Jessie Malcolm afore she did such a thing as that. When the news came here, nobody'd believe it, till we found that she was in the jail, sure enough. I s'pose she'll be tried this 'size, that comes on next week.'

'What was it she stole ? inquired Miss Marshall, who now began to feel considerable interest in the case. 'I heard of the woman in G. She's a beautiful worker, isn't she?

'Ay, indeed is she replied the woman; and a good living she would have made of it, if Harry hadn't taken to the public-house, and spent all her earnings, and his own too. But he has paid dear for his folly, and so has she too, that didn't deserve it.'

'But what did she steal?' inquired Miss Marshall again.

A lady's fur boa, ma'am, out of a fur shop in G-,' answered the woman.

'What could she do with that?' asked Miss Marshall. That couldn't be of much use to her, I should think. Did she confess to having done it.'

'I suppose she meant to raise a little money by selling it,' answered the woman. Howsomever, she denied the crime, though they found the boa hid in her apron. But she declared that she had picked it up on the road, where it fell from a lady that was giving her alms out of a carriage, and that she meant to return it to the lady, if she could find her. But they wouldn't believe that; more partic'lar, as the woman at the shop swore to the boa, and swore to Jessie.'

'Dear me said Miss Marshall. 'When did this happen? and where did she say she found the boa? Can you tell me?'

'It was somewhere about five months ago, ma'am,' replied the woman; and she said she found it a few miles out of G-, but which road I don't exactly know.'

'Bless me again exclaimed Miss Marshall, 'I should like very much to hear more about this. For,' continued she, turning to her uncle, I don't know whether you ever heard that when we set off for Paris, after my sister's marriage, she lost her boa somewhere, during the first day's journey. We thought it was left at some of the inns where we had changed horses, and we sent back by the postilions to beg it might be forwarded to us, but we never heard anything of it. Now, you know, it is just about five months since Jane was married. Suppose it was her boa that the woman found ?'

But the furrier seems to have sworn to the article, and to the thief,' objected her uncle.

'Very true,' replied Miss Marshall; that certainly makes against my hypothesis. Still the coincidence between the woman's story and my sister's loss is curious; the more especially as I remember our giving alms to a woman on the road. She had some children with her; and my sister remarked what a pretty, delicate-looking creature she was for a beggar. Is this Jessie Malcolm pretty ?' said she, addressing the woman.

"Deed is she,' answered the woman; as pretty a young

cretur as you'd wish to see; and she has children, too; and no doubt they'd be with her.'

'Surely, uncle,' said Miss Marshall earnestly, this would be worth inquiring into. You know, if they happened to be of the same kind of fur, one boa is very like another. The furrier might have been mistaken.'

'Not likely,' replied Mr Marshall, who was an old lawyer, and not much inclined to credit Jessie's story; 'doubtless the people know their own goods. Besides, what should she be doing in a furrier's shop, if not to steal ?' 'Perhaps she went in to beg,' urged Miss Marshall. 'No, ma'am,' said the woman; we heard that she went in to ask her way to the House of Refuge.' "What! then she's a woman of bad character ? said Mr Marshall. Depend on it she stole the boa.'

No, no, sir,' replied the woman. 'Jessie's no bad character. She was aye as good a wife and mother as ever broke bread.'

'I can't give this up, uncle,' said Miss Marshall; 'I must have it inquired into; and I'll write to-night to Mrs Webb, and beg her to go to the prison and see this woman, and learn of her all the particulars, as she herself represents them. There can be no harm in that, at all events.'

"Oh, none, if you like to take the trouble,' said Mr Marshall, as he and his niece walked towards their home; Harry Malcolm having, by this time, been led away by his sympathizing friends, who were preparing him for the sad tale he had to hear.

'Come this way, Harry,' said they, on approaching the public-house, 'we'll go in, and take a glass to drown care.' 'Never,' said Harry, in a decided tone, and planting himself firmly upon his feet; 'never. For when I lay in that desert island at night, looking up to the stars-when I never thought to see the face of a human creature more-I made a vow to God, that if it would please him mercifully to deliver me out of it, that I never would set my foot in a public-house, nor put a glass of grog to my lips again, as long as I lived; and I'll keep my

oath.'

Our story is nearly told. Poor Harry was much too deeply affected by his wife's misfortune to accept Mr Marshall's invitation. Instead of doing so, he started instantly for G- on foot, where, however, Miss Marshall's letter had preceded him. Mrs Webb's visit to the matron soon cleared up the mystery. Jessie wrote down all the particulars of her picking up the boa-the time, the place, the colour of the carriage, and the dress of the lady who had thrown her the pence-which, being transmitted to Miss Marshall, removed all doubt as to its being her sister's boa, that had caused the poor woman's calamity. It had been bought only a day or two before at the same furrier's of whom Jessie had inquired her way; and being exactly like the one they missed, they had unwittingly sworn falsely to its identity.

Jessie was triumphantly acquitted; and when she left the court, Mrs Webb, who, as well as many other ladies, had become deeply interested in her case, took her to her own house, where, after such preparation as was necessary to prevent the surprise being too much for her, she was restored to her repentant husband's arms; and here, we rejoice to say, terminated poor Jessie's misfortunes. Harry was a reformed man, and gave her no more cause of sorrow; and her singular story, together with her honesty, and her remarkable dexterity with her needle, which had thus become matters of notoriety, insured her, for the rest of her life, a prosperous business; whilst her husband, whom she could not bear the thought of parting with again, set up a little store for sea stock, which he conducted with exemplary prudence and considerable profit; and thus, as he used to say himself, 'the hurricane blown over, and the tempest lulled, they sailed down the stream of time, with a fair wind and a flowing tide, to the end of their days;' bringing up their children in credit and comfort, and leaving them the inheritance of a good name, as well as a tidy shop and a respectable connexion, to begin the world with.

CROCODILE SHOOTING.

The first time a man fires at a crocodile is an epoch in his life. We had only now arrived in the waters where they abound, for it is a curious fact that none are ever seen below Mineyeh, though Herodotus speaks of them as fighting with the dolphins at the mouth of the Nile. A prize had been offered for the first man who detected a crocodile, and the crew had now been for two days on the alert in search of them. Buoyed up with the expectation of such game, we had latterly reserved our fire for them exclusively; and the wild duck and turtle, nay, even the vulture and the eagle, had swept past or soared above us in security. At length the cry of Timseach, timseach was heard from half-a-dozen claimants of the proffered prize, and half-a-dozen black fingers were eagerly pointed to a spot of sand, on which were strewn, apparently, some logs of trees. It was a covey of crocodiles. Hastily and steadily the boat run in shore. R was ill, so I had the enterprise to myself, and clambered up the steep bank with a quicker pulse than when I first levelled a rifle at a Highland deer. My intended victims might have prided themselves on their superior nonchalance; and, indeed, as I approached them, there seemed to be a sneer on their ghastly mouths and winking eyes. Slowly they rose, one after the other, and waddled to the water, all but one, the most gallant or the most gorged of the party. He lay still until I was within a hundred yards of him; then, slowly rising on his fin-like legs, he lumbered towards the river, looking askance at me, with an expression of countenance that seemed to say,' He can do me no harm; however, I may as well have a swim.' I took aim at the throat of this supercilious brute, and, as soon as my hand steadied, the very pulsation of my finger pulled the trigger. Bang went the gun, whiz flew the bullet, and my excited ear could catch the thud with which it plunged into the scaly leather of his neck. His waddle became a plunge, the waves closed over him, and the sun shone on the calm water as I reached the brink of the shore, that was still indented by the waving of his gigantic tail. But there is blood upon the water, and he rises for a moment to the surface. A hundred piastres for the timseach!' I exclaimed, and half-a-dozen Arabs plunged into the stream. There! he rises again, and the blacks dash at him, as if he hadn't a tooth in his head. Now, he is gone, and the waters close over him, and I never saw him since. From that time we saw hundreds of crocodiles of all sizes, and fired shots enough at them for a Spanish revolution; but we never could get possession of any, even if we hit them, which to this day remains uncertain. I believe each traveller, who is honest enough, will make the same confession.-The Crescent and the Cross.

AN OSTRICH CHASE.

The ostriches have already been peering over their shoulders at you for a considerable time past, and perceiving, by your increased pace, that you are really in earnest, they begin to travel at a rate that beggars all description, moving their pillar-like legs with a rapidity that might make you believe they were skimming above the ground, did not their great heavy toes make the dust and pebbles fly behind them, and create as much clatter as a horse in trotting. With their long, straight, slender necks reared high above the withered shrubs, and their delicate white plumes floating in the rude breeze of the desert, with long, hasty strides, here come the running ostriches,' and in ten seconds more they will cross the path from which, in another direction, you are urging your panting courser to meet them. A noble cock is leading, in stature some yard or so loftier than yourself, and clad in a suit of deep mourning, his sable shroud surmounted by three bunches of nodding plumes argent. Now you are nearly across his bows. Halt! Abandon your blowing steed, who, by-the-by, is not very likely to run away from you. As the gigantic bird thunders past, let drive at his swarthy ribs.-Major Harris's Hunting Expedition in South Africa..

BOOKS.

It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds; and these invaluable means of communication are in reach of all. In the best books great men talk to us-give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours. God be thanked for books. They are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages. Books are the true levellers. They give to all who will faithfully use them, the society, the spiritual presence of the best and greatest of our race. No matter how poor I am; no matter though the prosperous of my own time will not enter my obscure dwelling. If the sacred writers will enter and take up their abode under my roof; if Milton will cross my threshold to sing to me of Paradise, and Shakspeare to open to me the worlds of imagination and the workings of the human heart, and Franklin to enrich me with his practical wisdom, I shall not pine for want of intellectual companionship, and I may become a cultivated man, though excluded from what is called the best society, in the place where I live.Channing.

THE POET'S WISHES.

By H. BROWN, Author of The Covenanters,' &c. Give me the silent evening hour,

And leave me alone to stray;
Give me the old grey ruined tower,
And the setting beam of day;
Give me the patriot's field of fame,

And the martyr's hallowed grave-
And oft will I breathe his much-loved name,
Whose deeds did his country save;
Give me the glowing page of night,
To read with a poet's eye;
With the lovely moonbeams' sombre light,
When the broken clouds are nigh;
Give me the lightning's vivid flash,
And the thunder's gathering peal,
When the ocean-billows wildly dash,
And the quaking mountains reel;
Give me the dark and lonely glen,
And the cave on the mountain's breast-'
Unstained by the bloody deeds of men-
To spread my lone couch of rest;
Give me dear woman's joyous heart,
With her soothing soft caress;
Give me the friend that scorns to part
In the hour of deep distress;
Give me, oh give me, the God above;
And the world's wildest spot

Will beam on my bosom with peace and love,
Like our first-born father's lot;

Give me the hour of holy mirth

That to sainted souls is given; Then bear me away from the climes of earth, On an angel's wing, to heaven!

A MOTHER'S Love.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart. It is neither to be chilled by selfishness, nor daunted by danger, nor weakened by worthlessness, nor stifled by ingratitude. She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience; she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment; she will glory in his fame, and exult in his prosperity: and if adversity overtake him, he will be the dearer to her by misfortune; and if disgrace settle upon his name, she will still love and cherish him; and if all the world beside cast him off, she will be all the world to him. Washington Irving.

A GOOD CONSCIENCE.

A good conscience is better than two witnesses. It will dispel thy fears, as the sun dissolves the ice; it is a staff when thou art weary, a spring when thou art thirsty, a screen when the sun burns thee, a pillow in death.

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