The Works of Lord Byron: Letters and Journals. Vol. 2

The Works of Lord Byron: Letters and Journals. Vol. 2

Contents Contents Contents List of Letters Contents 170to James Wedderburn Webster1 Newstead Abbey, August 24th, 1811. My Dear W.,Conceiving your wrath to be somewhat evaporated, and your Dignity recovered from the Hysterics into which my innocent note from London had thrown it, I should feel happy to be informed how you have determined on the disposal of this accursed Coach2, which has driven us out of our Good humour and Good manners to a complete Standstill, from which I begin to apprehend that I am to lose altogether your valuable correspondence. Your angry letter arrived at a moment, to which I shall not allude further, as my happiness is best consulted in forgetting it3. You have perhaps heard also of the death of poor Matthews, whom you recollect to have met at Newstead. He was one whom his friends will find it difficult to replace, nor will Cambridge ever see his equal. I trust you are on the point of adding to your relatives instead of losing them, and of friends a man of fortune will always have a plentiful stockat his Table. I dare say now you are gay, and connubial, and popular, so that in the next parliament we shall be having you a County Member. But beware your Tutor, for I am sure he Germanized that sanguinary letter; you must not write such another to your Constituents; for myself (as the mildest of men) I shall say no more about it. Seriously, mio Caro W., if you can spare a moment from Matrimony, I shall be glad to hear that you have recovered from the pucker into which this Vis (one would think it had been a Sulky) has thrown you; you know I wish you well, and if I have not inflicted my society upon you according to your own Invitation, it is only because I am not a social animal, and should feel sadly at a loss amongst Countesses and Maids of Honour, particularly being just come from a far Country, where Ladies are neither carved for, or fought for, or danced after, or mixed at all (publicly) with the Men-folks, so that you must make allowances for my natural diffidence and two years travel. But (God and yourself willing) I shall certes pay my promised visit, as I shall be in town, if Parliament meets, in October. In the mean time let me hear from you (without a privy Council), and believe me in sober sadness, Yours very sincerely, Byron. Footnote 1: James Wedderburn Webster (1789-1840), grandson of Sir A. Wedderburn, Bart., whose third son, David, assumed the additional name of Webster, was the author of Waterloo, and other Poems (1816), and A Genealogical Account of the Wedderburn Family (privately printed, 1819). He was with Byron, possibly at Cambridge, certainly at Athens in 1810. He married, in 1810, Lady Frances Caroline Annesley, daughter of Arthur, first Earl of Mountnorris and eighth Viscount Valencia. He was knighted in 1822. Byron, in 1813, lent him 1000. Lady Frances died in 1837, and her husband in 1840. Moore (Memoirs, Journals, etc., vol. iii. p. 112) mentions dining with Webster at Paris in 1820. "He told me," writes Moore, "that, one day, travelling from Newstead to town with Lord Byron in his vis-a-vis, the latter kept his pistols beside him, and continued silent for hours, with the most ferocious expression possible on his countenance. 'For God's sake, my dear B.,' said W at last, 'what are you thinking of? Are you about to commit murder? or what other dreadful thing are you meditating?' To which Byron answered that he always had a sort of presentiment that his own life would be attacked some time or other; and that this was the reason of his always going armed, as it was also the subject of his thoughts at that moment." Moore also adds (ibid., p. 292), "W. W. owes Lord Byron, he says, 1000, and does not seem to have the slightest intention of paying him." Lady Frances was the lady to whom Byron seriously devoted himself in 1813-4. Subsequently she was practically separated from her husband, and Byron, in 1823, endeavoured to reconcile them. Moore (Memoirs, Journals, etc., vol. ii. p. 249) writes, "To the Devizes ball in the evening; Lady Frances W. there; introduced to her, and had much conversation, chiefly about our friend Lord B. Several of those beautiful things, published (if I remember right) with the Bride, were addressed to her. She must have been very pretty when she had more of the freshness of youth, though she is still but five or six and twenty; but she looks faded already" (1819). In the Court of Common Pleas, February 16, 1816, the libel action of Webster v. Baldwin was heard. The plaintiff obtained 2000 in damages for a libel charging Lady Frances and the Duke of Wellington with adultery. return to footnote mark cross-reference: return to Footnote 1 of Letter 218 cross-reference: return to Footnote 12 of Journal entry for November 17th, 1813 Footnote 2: On his return to London in July, 1811, Byron ordered a vis-a-vis to be built by Goodall. This he exchanged for a carriage belonging to Webster, who, within a few weeks, resold the vis-a-vis to Byron. The two following letters from Byron to Webster explain the transaction: "Reddish's Hotel, 29th July, 1811. "My Dear Webster,As this eternal vis-a-vis seems to sit heavy on your soul, I beg leave to apprize you that I have arranged with Goodall: you are to give me the promised Wheels, and the lining, with 'the Box at Brighton,' and I am to pay the stipulated sum. "I am obliged to you for your favourable opinion, and trust that the happiness you talk so much of will be stationary, and not take those freaks to which the felicity of common mortals is subject. I do very sincerely wish you well, and am so convinced of the justice of your matrimonial arguments, that I shall follow your example as soon as I can get a sufficient price for my coronet. In the mean time I should be happy to drill for my new situation under your auspices; but business, inexorable business, keeps me here. Your letters are forwarded. If I can serve you in any way, command me. I will endeavour to fulfil your requests as awkwardly as another. I shall pay you a visit, perhaps, in the autumn. Believe me, dear W., Yours unintelligibly, B." "Reddish's Hotel, July 31st, 1811. My Dear W. W.,I always understood that the lining was to accompany the carriage; if not, the carriage may accompany the lining, for I will have neither the one nor the other. In short, to prevent squabbling, this is my determination, so decide;if you leave it to my feelings (as you say) they are very strongly in favour of the said lining. Two hundred guineas for a carriage with ancient lining!!! Rags and rubbish! You must write another pamphlet, my dear W., before; but pray do not waste your time and eloquence in expostulation, because it will do neither of us any good, but decidecontent or not content. The best thing you can do for the Tutor you speak of will be to send him in your Vis (with the lining) to 'the U-Niversity of Gttingen.' How can you suppose (now that my own Bear is dead) that I have any situation for a German genius of this kind, till I get another, or some children? I am infinitely obliged by your invitations, but I can't pay so high for a second-hand chaise to make my friends a visit. The coronet will not grace the 'pretty Vis,' till your tattered lining ceases to disgrace it. Pray favour me with an answer, as we must finish the affair one way or another immediately,before next week. Believe me, yours truly, Byron." "Byron," says Webster, in a note, "was more than strict about "trifles." return Footnote 3: The death of Mrs. Byron, August 1, 1811. return List of Letters Contents 171to R. C. Dallas Newstead Abbey, August 25, 1811. Being fortunately enabled to frank, I do not spare scribbling, having sent you packets within the last ten days. I am passing solitary, and do not expect my agent to accompany me to Rochdale1 before the second week in September; a delay which perplexes me, as I wish the business over, and should at present welcome employment. I sent you exordiums, annotations, etc., for the forthcoming quarto, if quarto it is to be: and I also have written to Mr. Murray my objection to sending the MS. to Juvenal2, but allowing him to show it to any others of the calling. Hobhouse3 is amongst the types already: so, between his prose and my verse, the world will be decently drawn upon for its paper-money and patience. Besides all this, my Imitation of Horace4 is gasping for the press at Cawthorn's, but I am hesitating as to the how and the when, the single or the double, the present or the future. You must excuse all this, for I have nothing to say in this lone mansion but of myself, and yet I would willingly talk or think of aught else. What are you about to do? Do you think of perching in Cumberland, as you opined when I was in the metropolis? If you mean to retire, why not occupy Miss Milbanke's "Cottage of Friendship," late the seat of Cobbler Joe5, for whose death you and others are answerable? His "Orphan Daughter" (pathetic Pratt!) will, certes, turn out a shoemaking Sappho. Have you no remorse? I think that elegant address to Miss Dallas should be inscribed on the cenotaph which Miss Milbanke means to stitch to his memory. The newspapers seem much disappointed at his Majesty's not dying, or doing something better6. I presume it is almost over. If parliament meets in October, I shall be in town to attend. I am also invited to Cambridge for the beginning of that month, but am first to jaunt to Rochdale. Now Matthews7 is gone, and Hobhouse in Ireland, I have hardly one left there to bid me welcome, except my inviter. At three-and-twenty I am left alone, and what more can we be at seventy? It is true I am young enough to begin again, but with whom can I retrace the laughing part of life? It is odd how few of my friends have died a quiet death,I mean, in their beds. But a quiet life is of more consequence. Yet one loves squabbling and jostling better than yawning. This last word admonishes me to relieve you from Yours very truly, etc. Footnote 1: For Byron's Rochdale property, which was supposed to contain a quantity of coal, see Letters, vol. i. p. 78, note 2. [Footnote 2 of Letter 34] return to footnote mark Footnote 2: Gifford. return Footnote 3: For John Cam Hobhouse, see Letters, vol. i. p. 163, note 1. [Footnote 1 of Letter 86] return Footnote 4: The poem remained unpublished till after Byron's death. (See note, p. 23, and Poems, ed. 1898, vol. i. pp. 385-450.) return Footnote 5: "In Seaham churchyard, without any memorial," says Mr. Surtees, "rest the remains of Joseph Blacket, an unfortunate child of genius, whose last days were soothed by the generous attention of the family of Milbanke." Hist. of Durham, vol. i. p. 272. (See also Letters, vol. i. p. 314, note 2 [Footnote 2 of Letter 154]. For Miss Milbanke, afterwards Lady Byron, see p. 118, note 4.) [Footnote 1 of Letter 7] return cross-reference: return to Footnote 1 of Letter 235 Footnote 6: On July 28, 1811, Lord Grenville wrote to Lord Auckland, "It is, I believe, certainly true that the King has taken for the last three days scarcely any food at all, and that, unless a change takes place very shortly in that respect, he cannot survive many days" (Auckland Correspondence, vol. iv. p. 366). It was, however, the mind, and not the physical strength that failed. "The King, I should suppose," wrote Lord Buckinghamshire, on August 13, "is not likely to die soon, but I fear his mental recovery is hardly to be expected " (ibid., vol. iv. p. 367). George III. never, except for brief intervals, recovered his reason. return Footnote 7: For C. S. Matthews, see Letters, vol. i. p. 150, note 3.[Footnote 2 of Letter 84] return List of Letters Contents 172to R. C. Dallas1 Newstead Abbey, Aug. 27, 1811. I was so sincere in my note on the late Charles Matthews, and do feel myself so totally unable to do justice to his talents, that the passage must stand for the very reason you bring against it. To him all the men I ever knew were pigmies. He was an intellectual giant. It is true I loved Wingfield2 better; he was the earliest and the dearest, and one of the few one could never repent of having loved: but in abilityah! you did not know Matthews! Childe Harold may wait and welcomebooks are never the worse for delay in the publication. So you have got our heir, George Anson Byron3, and his sister, with you. You may say what you please, but you are one of the murderers of Blackett, and yet you won't allow Harry White's genius4. Setting aside his bigotry, he surely ranks next Chatterton. It is astonishing how little he was known; and at Cambridge no one thought or heard of such a man till his death rendered all notice useless. For my own part, I should have been most proud of such an acquaintance: his very prejudices were respectable. There is a sucking epic poet at Granta, a Mr. Townsend5, protg of the late Cumberland. Did you ever hear of him and his Armageddon? I think his plan (the man I don't know) borders on the sublime: though, perhaps, the anticipation of the "Last Day" (according to you Nazarenes) is a little too daring: at least, it looks like telling the Lord what he is to do, and might remind an ill-natured person of the line, "And fools rush in where angels fear to tread." But I don't mean to cavil, only other folks will, and he may bring all the lambs of Jacob Behmen about his ears. However, I hope he will bring it to a conclusion, though Milton is in his way. Write to meI dote on gossipand make a bow to Ju, and shake George by the hand for me; but, take care, for he has a sad sea paw. P.S.I would ask George here, but I don't know how to amuse himall my horses were sold when I left England, and I have not had time to replace them. Nevertheless, if he will come down and shoot in September, he will be very welcome: but he must bring a gun, for I gave away all mine to Ali Pacha, and other Turks. Dogs, a keeper, and plenty of game, with a very large manor, I havea lake, a boat, houseroom, and neat wines. Footnote 1: Dallas, writing to Byron, August 18, 1811, had said, "I have been reading the Remains of Kirke White, and find that you have to answer for misleading me. He does not, in my opinion, merit the high praise you have bestowed upon him." Writing again, August 26, he objected to the note on Matthews in Childe Harold: "In your note, as it stands, it strikes me that the eulogy on Matthews is a little at the expense of Wingfield and others whom you have commemorated. I should think it quite enough to say that his Powers and Attainments were above all praise, without expressly admitting them to be above that of a Muse who soars high in the praise of others." return to footnote mark Footnote 2: For Wingfield, see Letters, vol. i, p. 180, note 1. [Footnote 2 of Letter 92] return Footnote 3: For George Anson Byron, afterwards Lord Byron, and his sister Julia, see Letters, vol. i, p. 188, note 1. [Footnote 1 of Letter 96] return Footnote 4: For H. K. White, see Letters, vol. i, p. 336, note 2. [Footnote 3 of Letter 167] return Footnote 5: The Rev. George Townsend (1788-1857) of Trinity College, Cambridge, published Poems in 1810, and eight books of his Armageddon in 1815. The remaining four books were never published. Townsend became a Canon of Durham in 1825, and held the stall till his death in 1857. Richard Cumberland, dramatist, novelist, and essayist (1732-1811), the "Sir Fretful Plagiary" of The Critic, announced the forthcoming poem in the London Review; but, as Townsend says, in the Preface to Armageddon, praised him "too abundantly and prematurely." "My talents," he adds, "were neither equal to my own ambition, nor his zeal to serve me." (See Hints from Horace, lines 191-212, and Byron's note to line 191, Poems, ed. 1898, vol. i. p. 403.) return List of Letters Contents 173To the Hon. Augusta Leigh1 Newstead Abbey, August 30th, 1811. My Dear Augusta,The embarrassments you mention in your last letter I never heard of before, but that disease is epidemic in our family. Neither have I been apprised of any of the changes at which you hint, indeed how should I? On the borders of the Black Sea, we heard only of the Russians. So you have much to tell, and all will be novelty. I don't know what Scrope Davies2 meant by telling you I liked Children, I abominate the sight of them so much that I have always had the greatest respect for the character of Herod. But, as my house here is large enough for us all, we should go on very well, and I need not tell you that I long to see you. I really do not perceive any thing so formidable in a Journey hither of two days, but all this comes of Matrimony, you have a Nurse and all the etceteras of a family. Well, I must marry to repair the ravages of myself and prodigal ancestry, but if I am ever so unfortunate as to be presented with an Heir, instead of a Rattle he shall be provided with a Gag. I shall perhaps be able to accept D's invitation to Cambridge, but I fear my stay in Lancashire will be prolonged, I proceed there in the 2d week in Septr to arrange my coal concerns, & then if I can't persuade some wealthy dowdy to ennoble the dirty puddle of her mercantile Blood,whyI shall leave England and all it's clouds for the East again; I am very sick of it already. Joe3 has been getting well of a disease that would have killed a troop of horse; he promises to bear away the palm of longevity from old Parr. As you won't come, you will write; I long to hear all those unutterable things, being utterly unable to guess at any of them, unless they concern your relative the Thane of Carlisle4, though I had great hopes we had done with him. I have little to add that you do not already know, and being quite alone, have no great variety of incident to gossip with; I am but rarely pestered with visiters, and the few I have I get rid of as soon as possible. I will now take leave of you in the Jargon of 1794. "Health & Fraternity!" Yours alway, B. Footnote 1: For the Hon. Augusta Leigh, see Letters, vol. i. p. 18, note 1. [Footnote 1 of Letter 7] Byron's letter is in answer to the following from his half-sister: "6 Mile Bottom, Aug. 27th. "My Dearest Brother,Your letter was stupidly sent to Town to me on Sunday, from whence I arrived at home yesterday; consequently I have not received it so soon as I ought to have done. I feel so very happy to have the pleasure of hearing from you that I will not delay a moment answering it, altho' I am in all the delights of unpacking, and afraid of being too late for the Post. "I have been a fortnight in Town, and went up on my eldest little girl's account. She had been very unwell for some time, and I could not feel happy till I had better advice than this neighbourhood affords. She is, thank Heaven! much better, and I hope in a fair way to be quite herself again. Mr. Davies flattered me by saying she was exactly the sort of child you would delight in. I am determined not to say another word in her praise for fear you should accuse me of partiality and expect too much. The youngest (little Augusta) is just 6 months old, and has no particular merit at present but a very sweet placid temper. "Oh! that I could immediately set out to Newstead and shew them to you. I can't tell you half the happiness it would give me to see it and you; but, my dearest B., it is a long journey and serious undertaking all things considered. Mr. Davies writes me word you promise to make him a visit bye and bye; pray do, you can then so easily come here. I have set my heart upon it. Consider how very long it is since I've seen you. "I have indeed much to tell you; but it is more easily said than written. Probably you have heard of many changes in our situation since you left England; in a pecuniary point of view it is materially altered for the worse; perhaps in other respects better. Col. Leigh has been in Dorsetshire and Sussex during my stay in Town. I expect him at home towards the end of this week, and hope to make him acquainted with you ere long. "I have not time to write half I have to say, for my letter must go; but I prefer writing in a hurry to not writing at all. You can't think how much I feel for your griefs and losses, or how much and constantly I have thought of you lately. I began a letter to you in Town, but destroyed it, from the fear of appearing troublesome. There are times, I know, when one cannot write with any degree of comfort or satisfaction. I intend to do so again shortly, so I hope yon won't think me a bore. Remember me most kindly to Old Joe. I rejoice to hear of his health and prosperity. Your letter (some parts of it at least) made me laugh. I am so very glad to hear you have sufficiently overcome your prejudices against the fair sex to have determined upon marrying; but I shall be most anxious that my future Belle Soeur should have more attractions than merely money, though to be sure that is somewhat necessary. I have not another moment, dearest B., so forgive me if I write again very soon, and believe me, Your most affec'tn Sister, A. L. Do write if you can." return to footnote mark Footnote 2: For Scrope Berdmore Davies, see Letters, vol. i. p. 165, note 2. [Footnote 2 of Letter 86] The following story is told of him by Byron, in a passage of his Detached Thoughts (Ravenna, 1821): "One night Scrope Davies at a Gaming house (before I was of age), being tipsy as he usually was at the Midnight hour, and having lost monies, was in vain intreated by his friends, one degree less intoxicated than himself, to come or go home. In despair, he was left to himself and to the demons of the dice-box. Next day, being visited about two of the Clock, by some friends just risen with a severe headache and empty pockets (who had left him losing at four or five in the morning), he was found in a sound sleep, without a night-cap, and not particularly encumbered with bed-cloathes: a Chamber-pot stood by his bed-side, brim-full of-Bank Notes!, all won, God knows how, and crammed, Scrope knew not where; but There they were, all good legitimate notes, and to the amount of some thousand pounds." return Footnote 3: For Joe Murray, see Letters, vol. i. p. 21, note 3. [Footnote 4 of Letter 7] return Footnote 4: For the Earl of Carlisle, see Letters, vol. i. p. 36, note 2. [Footnote 3 of Letter 13] return List of Letters Contents 174To the Hon. Augusta Leigh Newstead Abbey, Aug'st 30th, 1811. My Dear Augusta,I wrote to you yesterday, and as you will not be very sorry to hear from me again, considering our long separation, I shall fill up this sheet before I go to bed. I have heard something of a quarrel between your spouse and the Prince, I don't wish to pry into family secrets or to hear anything more of the matter, but I can't help regretting on your account that so long an intimacy should be dissolved at the very moment when your husband might have derived some advantage from his R. H.'s friendship. However, at all events, and in all Situations, you have a brother in me, and a home here. I am led into this train of thinking by a part of your letter which hints at pecuniary losses. I know how delicate one ought to be on such subjects, but you are probably the only being on Earth now interested in my welfare, certainly the only relative, and I should be very ungrateful if I did not feel the obligation. You must excuse my being a little cynical, knowing how my temper was tried in my Non-age; the manner in which I was brought up must necessarily have broken a meek Spirit, or rendered a fiery one ungovernable; the effect it has had on mine I need not state. However, buffeting with the World has brought me a little to reason, and two years travel in distant and barbarous countries has accustomed me to bear privations, and consequently to laugh at many things which would have made me angry before. But I am wandering in short I only want to assure you that I love you, and that you must not think I am indifferent, because I don't shew my affection in the usual way. Pray can't you contrive to pay me a visit between this and Xmas? or shall I carry you down with me from Cambridge, supposing it practicable for me to come? You will do what you please, without our interfering with each other; the premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting,but I can't feel the comfort of this till I marry. In short it would be the most amiable matrimonial mansion, and that is another great inducement to my plan,my wife and I shall be so happy,one in each Wing. If this description won't make you come, I can't tell what will, you must please yourself. Good night, I have to walk half a mile to my Bed chamber. Yours ever, Byron. List of Letters< Contents/p> 175To James Wedderburn Webster Newstead Abbey, Notts., Aug'st 31st, 1811. My Dear W.,I send you back your friend's letter, and, though I don't agree with his Canons of Criticism, they are not the worse for that. My friend Hodgson1 is not much honoured by the comparison to the Pursuits of L., which is notoriously, as far as the poetry goes, the worst written of its kind; the World has been long but of one opinion, viz. that it's sole merit lies in the Notes, which are indisputably excellent. Had Hodgson's "Alterative" been placed with the Baviad the compliment had been higher to both; for, surely, the Baviad is as much superior to H.'s poem, as I do firmly believe H.'s poem to be to the Pursuits of Literature. Your correspondent talks for talking's sake when he says "Lady J. Grey" is neither "Epic, dramatic, or legendary." Who ever said it was "epic" or "dramatic"? he might as well say his letter was neither "epic or dramatic;" the poem makes no pretensions to either character. "Legendary" it certainly is, but what has that to do with its merits? All stories of that kind founded on facts are in a certain degree legendary, but they may be well or ill written without the smallest alteration in that respect. When Mr. Hare prattles about the "Economy," etc., he sinks sadly;all such expressions are the mere cant of a schoolboy hovering round the Skirts of Criticism. Hodgson's tale is one of the best efforts of his Muse, and Mr. H.'s approbation must be of more consequence, before any body will reduce it to a "Scale," or be much affected by "the place" he "assigns" to the productions of a man like Hodgson. But I have said more than I intended and only beg you never to allow yourself to be imposed upon by such "common place" as the 6th form letter you sent me. Judge for yourself. I know the Mr. Bankes2 you mention though not to that "extreme" you seem to think, but I am flattered by his "boasting" on such a subject (as you say), for I never thought him likely to "boast" of any thing which was not his own. I am not "melancholish"pray what "folk" dare to say any such thing? I must contradict them by being merry at their expence. I shall invade you in the course of the winter, out of envy, as Lucifer looked at Adam and Eve. Pray be as happy as you can, and write to me that I may catch the infection. Yours ever, Byron. Footnote 1: Webster had sent Byron a letter from Naylor Hare, in which the latter criticized Hodgson's poems, Lady Jane Grey, a Tale; and other Poems (1809) (see Letters, vol. i. p. 195, note 1 [Footnote 1 of Letter 102]). In the volume (pp. 56-77) was printed his "Gentle Alterative prepared for the Reviewers," which Hare apparently compared to The Pursuits of Literature (1794-97), by T. J. Mathias. To this criticism Byron objected, saying that the "Alterative" might be more fairly compared to Gifford's Baviad (1794). return to footnote mark Footnote 2: For William John Bankes, see Letters, vol. i. p. 120, note 1. [Footnote 1 of Letter 67] return List of Letters Contents 176To the Hon. Augusta Leigh1 Newstead Abbey, Sept. 2d, 1811. My dear Augusta,I wrote you a vastly dutiful letter since my answer to your second epistle, and I now write you a third, for which you have to thank Silence and Solitude. Mr. Hanson2 comes hither on the 14th, and I am going to Rochdale on business, but that need not prevent you from coming here, you will find Joe, and the house and the cellar and all therein very much at your Service. As to Lady B., when I discover one rich enough to suit me and foolish enough to have me, I will give her leave to make me miserable if she can. Money is the magnet; as to Women, one is as well as another, the older the better, we have then a chance of getting her to Heaven. So, your Spouse does not like brats better than myself; now those who beget them have no right to find fault, but I may rail with great propriety. My "Satire!"I am glad it made you laugh for Somebody told me in Greece that you was angry, and I was sorry, as you were perhaps the only person whom I did not want to make angry. But how you will make me laugh I don't know, for it is a vastly serious subject to me I assure you; therefore take care, or I shall hitch you into the next Edition to m ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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