RELIGION AT HOME. AN ELOQUENT SERMON PREACHED AT THE BROOKLYN TABERNACLE.

Rev. Dr. Talmage Shows That Religious Gratitude Should First Be Demonstrated In the Family Circle--The Right Train-

ing For Children.

BROOKLYN, April 15.--In the great audience which assembled the Brooklyn Tabernacle this forenoon were many strangers. Rev. Dr. Talmage chose for the subject of his sermon "Home Religion," taking his text from Luke viii, 39, "Return to thine own house and shew how great things God hath done

unto thee."

After a fierce and shipwrecking night Christ and his disciples are climbing up the slaty shelving of the beach. How pleasant it is to stand on solid ground after having been tossed so long on the billows! While the disciples are congratulating each other on their marine escape out from a dark, deep cavern on the Gadarene hills there is something swiftly and terrible advancing. Is it an apparition? Is it a man? Is it a wild beast? It is a maniac who has broken

away from his keepers, perhaps a few rags on his person and fragments of stout shackles which he has wrenched off in terrific paroxysm. With wild yell and bleeding wounds of his own laceration he flies down the hill. Back to the boats, ye fishermen, and put out to sea and escape assassination! But Christ stands his ground; so do the disciples, and as this flying fury, with gnashing teeth and uplifted fists, dashes at Christ Christ says: "Hands off! Down at my feet, thou poor sufferer." And the demoniac drops harmless, exhausted, worshipful. "Away, ye devils!" commanded Christ, and the 2,000 fiends

which had been tormenting the poor man are transferred to the 2,000 swine, which go to sea with their accursed cargo.

The restored demoniac sits down at Christ's feet and wants to stay there.

Christ says to him practically: "Do not stop. You have a mission to execute.

Wash off the filth and the wounds in the sea. Smooth your disheveled locks. Put

on decent apparel and go straight to your desolated home and tell your wife and children that you will no more affright them and no more do them harm; that you are restored to reason, and that I, the omnipotent Son of God, am entitled hereafter to the worship of your entire household. Return to thine own house and shew how great things God hath done unto thee."

A True Home Luxury. Yes, the house, the home, is the first place where our religious gratitude

ought to be demonstrated. In the out-

side world we may seem to have religion when we have it not, but the home tests whether our religion is genuine or a sham. What makes a happy home?

Well, one would say a house with great wide halls, and antlered deer heads, and parlors with sculpture, and bric-a-brac, and dining hall with easy chair,

and plenty of light, and engravings of game on the wall, and sleeping apartments commodious and adorned. No. In such a place as that gigantic wretchedness has sometimes dwelt, while some of you look back to your father's house, where they read their Bible by the light of a tallow candle. There were no carpets on the floor save those made from the rags which your mother cut night by night,

you helping wind them into a ball, and then sent to the weaver, who brought them to shape under his slow shuttle.

Not a luxury in all the house. But you cannot think of it this morning without tearful and grateful emotion. You and I have found out that it is not rich tapestry, or gorgeous architecture, or rare art that makes a happy home. The six wise men of Greece gave prescriptions for a happy home. Solon says a happy home is a place where a man's estate was gotten without injustice, kept without disquietude and spent without repentance. Chilo says that a happy

home is the place where a man rules as a monarch a kingdom. Bias says that a happy home is a place where a man does voluntarily what by law he is compelled to do abroad. But you and I under a grander light give a better pre-

scription--a happy home is a place where the kindness of the gospel of the Son of God has full swing.

Religion In Domestic Duties. While I speak this morning there is knocking at your front door, if he be not already admitted, one whose locks are wet with the dews of the night, who would take your children into his arms and would throw upon your nursery, and your sleeping apartments, and your drawing room, and your entire house a blessing that will make you rich while you live and be an inheritance to your children after you have done the last day's work for their support and made for them the last prayer. It is the illustrious one who said to the man of my text, "Return to thine own house and shew how great things God hath done unto thee." Now, in the first place, we

want religion in our domestic duties.

Every housekeeper needs great grace.

If Martha had had more religion, she would not have rushed with such bad temper to scold Mary in the presence of Christ. It is no small thing to keep or-

der and restore cleanliness and mend breakages and achieve economy and control all the affairs of the household advantageously. Expenses will run up, store bills will come in twice as large as you think they ought to be, furniture will wear out, carpets will unravel, and the martyrs of the fire are very few in comparison with the martyrs of housekeeping. Yet there are hundreds of people in this church this morning who in their homes are managing all those affairs with a composure, an adroitness, an ingenuity and a faithfulness which they never could have reached but for the grave of our practical Christianity. The exasperations which wear out others

have been to you spiritual development and sanctification. Employments which seemed to relate only to an hour have on them all the grandeurs of eternal his-

tory. You need the religion of Christ in the discipline of your children. The rod, which in other houses may be the first means used in yours will be the last. There will be no harsh epithets--"you knave, you villain, you scoundrel, I'll thrash the life out of you; you are the worst child I ever knew." All that kind of chastisement makes thieves, pickpockets, murderers and the outlaws of society. The parent who in anger strikes his child across the head deserves the penitentiary. And yet this work of discipline must be attended to. God's grace can direct us. Alas, for those who come to the work with fierce passion and recklessness of consequences! Between severity and laxativeness there is no choice. But ruinous and both destructive. But there is a healthful medium which the grace of God will show to us. Religion as an Example. Then we need the religion of Christ to help us in setting a good example. Cowper said of the oak: "Time was when settled on thy leaf a fly could shake thee to the root. Time has been when tempest could not." In other words, your children are very impressible just now. They are alert; they are gathering impressions you have no idea of. Have you not been surprised sometimes, months or years after some conversation which you supposed was too profound or intricate for them to under-stand--some question of the child demonstrated the fact that he knew all about it? Your children are apt to think that what you do is right. They have no idea of truth or righteousness but yourself. Things which you do knowing at the time to be wrong they take to be right. They reason this way: "Father always does right. Father did this. Therefore this is right." That is good logic, but bad premises. No one ever gets over having had a bad example set him. Your conduct more than your teaching makes impression. Your laugh, your frown, your dress, your walk, your greetings,

your goodbys, your comings, your go-

ings, your habits at the table, the tones of your voice, are making an impression which will last a million years after you are dead, and the sun will be extinguished, and the world will die, and eternity will roll on in perpetual cycles, but there will be no diminution of the force of your conduct upon the young eyes that saw it or the young ears that heard it. The Age For Study. Now I would not have by this the idea given to you that you must be in cold reserve in the presence of your children. You are not emperor. You are companion with them. As far as you can, you must walk with them, skate with them, fly kite with them, play ball with them, show them you are interested in all that interests them. Spensippus, the nephew and successor of Plato in the academy, had pictures of joy and gladness hung all around the schoolroom. You must not give your children the impression that when they come to you they are playful ripples striking against a rock.

You must have them understand that you were a boy once yourself, that you know a boy's hilarities, a boy's temptations, a boy's ambition--yea, that you are a boy yet. You may deceive them and try to give them the idea that you are some distant supernatural effulgence, and you may shove them off by your rigorous behavior, but the time will come when they will find out the deception, and they will have for you utter contempt. Aristotle said that a boy should begin to study at 17 years of age. Before that his time should be given to recreation. I cannot adopt that theory. But this suggests a truth in the right direction. Childhood is too brief, and we have not enough sympathy with its sportfulness. We want divine grace to help us in the adjustment of all these matters. Besides that, how are your children ever to become Christians if you yourself are not a Christian? I have noticed that however worldly and sinful parents may be they want their children good. When young people have presented themselves for admission into our membership, I have said to them, "Are your father and mother willing you shall come?" And they have said, "Oh, yes; they are delighted to have us come.

They have not been in church for 10 or 15 years, but they will be here next Sabbath to see me baptized." I have noticed that parents, however worldly, want their children good.

A Good Mother Sought.

So it was demonstrated in a police court in Canada, where a mother, her little child in her arms, sat by a table on which her own handcuffs lay, and the little babe took up the handcuffs and played with them and had great glee. She knew not the sorrow of the hour. And then when the mother was sent to prison the mother cried out: "O God, let not this babe go into the jail! Is there not some mother here who will take this child? It is good enough for heaven. It is pure. I am bad. I am wicked. Is there not some one who will take this child? I cannot have it tainted with the prison." Then a brazen creature rushed up and said, "Yes, I'll take the child." "No, no," said the mother, "not you, not you. Is there not some good mother here who will take this child?" And then when the officer of the law in mercy and pity took the child to carry it away to find a home for it the mother kissed it lovingly goodby and said: "Goodby, my darling. It is better you should never see me again." However worldly and sinful people are, they want their children good. How are you going to have them good? Buy them a few good books? Teach them a few excellent catechisms? Bring them to church? That is all very well, but of little final result unless you do it with the grace of God in your heart. Do you not realize that your children are started for eternity? Are they on the right road? Those little forms that are now so bright and beautiful--when they have scattered in the dust, there will be an immortal spirit living on in a mighty theater of action, and your faithfulness or your neglect now is deciding that des-

tiny.

There is contention already among ministering spirits of salvation and fallen angels as to who shall have the mastery of that immortal spirit. Yout children are soon going out in the world. The temptations of life will rush upon them. The most rigid resolution will bend in the blast of evil. What will be the result? It will require all the restraints of the gospel, all the strength of a father's prayer, all the influnce of a Christian mother's example to keep them.

You say it is too early to bring them. Too early to bring them to God? Do you know how early children were taken to the ancient passover? The rule was just as soon as they could take hold of the father's hand and walk up the Moriah they should be taken to the passover.

Your children are not too young to come to God. While you sit here and think of them perhaps their forms now so bright and beautiful vanish from you, and their disembodied spirit rises, and you see it after the life of virtue or crime is past, and the judgment is gone and eternity is here. Prayer In the Home. A Christian minister said that in the first year of his pastorate he tried to persuade a young mechanic of the importance of family worship. Some time passed, and the mechanic came to the pastor's study and said: "Do you remember that girl? That was my own child. She died this morning very suddenly. She has gone to God, I have no doubt, but if so she has told him what I tell you know--that child never heard a prayer in her father's house, never heard a prayer from her father's lips. Oh, if only I had her back again one day to do my duty!" It will be a tremendous thing at the last day if some one shall say of us: "I never heard my father pray. I never heard my mother pray." Again, I remark, we want religion in all our home sorrows. There are 10,000 questions that come up in the best regulated household that must be settled. Perhaps the father has one favorite in the family, the mother another favorite in the family, and there are many questions that need delicate treatment. Tyranny and arbitrary decision have no place in a household. If the parents love God, there will be a spirit of self

sacrifice, and a spirit of forgiveness, and a kindness which will throw its charm over the entire household. Christ will come into that household and will say:

"Husbands, love your wives and be not bitter against them. Wives, see that you reverence your husbands. Children, obey your parents in the Lord. Servants, be obedient to your masters." And the family will be like a garden on a summer morning--the grass plot, and the flowers, and the vines, and the arch of honeysuckle standing in the sunlight glittering with dew. Religion In Misfortune. But then there will be sorrows that will come to the household. There are but few families that escape the stroke of financial misfortune. Financial misfortune comes to a house where there is

no religion. They kick against the divine allotments they curse God for the in-

coming calamity, they withdraw from the world because they cannot hold as high a position in society as they once did, and they fret, and they scowl, and they sorrow, and they die. During the past few years there have been tens of thousands of men destroyed by their financial distresses.

But misfortune comes to the Christian household. If religion has full sway in that home, they stoop gracefully. They say, "This is right." The father says: "Perhaps money was getting to be my idol. Perhaps God is going to make me

a better Christian by putting me through the furnace of tribulation. Besides that, why should I fret anyhow? He who owneth the cattle of a thousand hills and out of whose hand all the fowls of heaven peck their food is my Father. He clotheth the lilies in the field. He will clothe me. If he takes care of the raven, and the hawk, and the vulture, most certainly he will take care of me, his child."

Sorer troubles come--sickness and death. Loved ones sleep the last sleep.

A child is buried out of sight. You say: "Alas, for this bitter day! God has dealt very severely with me. I can never look up. O God, I cannot bear it." Christ comes in, and he says: "Hush, O troubled soul! It is well with the child. I will strengthen thee in all thy troubles. My grace is sufficient. When thou passeth through the waters, I will be with thee." When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow, For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. But there are hundreds of families represented here this morning where religion has been a great comfort. There

are in your homes the pictures of your departed and things that have no won-

derful value of themselves, but you keep them preciously and carefully because hands now still once touched them. A father has gone out of this household, a mother has gone out of this, a daughter just after her graduation day, a son just as he was entering on the duties of life. A Family Altar. And to other homes trouble will come. I say it not that you may be foreboding, not that you may do the unwise thing of taking trouble by the forelock, but that you may be ready. We must go one by one. There will be partings in all our

households. We must say farewell. We must die. And yet there are triumphant strains that drown these tremulous ac-

cents, there are anthems that whelm the dirge. Heaven is full of the shout of de-

livered captives, and to the great wide field of human sorrow there come now the reaper angels with keen sickles to harvest the sheaves of heaven. Saints will to the end endure; Safely will the Shepherd keep Those he purchased for his sheep.

Go home this day and ask the blessing on your noonday meal. Tonight set up the family altar. Do not wait until you become a Christian yourself. This day unite Christ to your household, for the Bible distinctly says that God will pour

out his fury upon the families that call not upon his name. Open the Bible and read a chapter; that will make you strong. Kneel down and offer the first prayer in your household. It may be a broken petition; it may be only "God be merciful to me, a sinner." But God will stoop, and spirits will listen, and angels will chant, "Behold, he prays!"

Do not retire from this house this morning until you have resolved upon the matter. You will be gone. I will be gone. Many years will pass, and perhaps your younger children may forget almost everything about you, but 40 years from now some Sabbath twi-

light your daughter will be sitting with the family Bible on her lap reading to her children when she will stop, and pe-

culiar solemnity will come to her face, and a tear will start, and the children will say, "Mother, what makes you cry?" And she will say, "Nothing, only I was thinking that this is the very Bible out of which my father and mother used to read at morning and evening prayer."

All other things about you they may forget, but train them up for God and heaven. They will not forget that.

A Grand Gift.

When a queen died, her three sons brought an offering to the grave. One son brought gold, another brought sil-

ver, but the third son came and stood over the grave and opened one of his veins and led the blood drop upon his

mother's tomb, and all who saw it said it was the greatest demonstration of affection. My friends, what is the grand-

est gift we can bring to the sepulchers of a Christian ancestry? It is a life all consecrated to the God who made us and the Christ who redeemed us. I cannot but believe that there are hundreds of parents in this house who have resolved to do their whole duty and that at this moment they are passing into a better life, and having seen the grace of

the gospel in this place today you are now fully ready to return to your own house and show what great things God has done unto you.

Though parents may in covenant be

And have their heaven in view,

They are not happy till they see Their children happy too.

May the Lord God of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob, the God of our fathers, be our God and the God of our children forever.

Bought Him When a Savage.

"Here is the best investment I ever made in my life," said C. Gentile as he took the extended hand of a stalwart

young man with the features of the American Indian and introduced the gentleman as Dr. Carlos Montezuma.

"One would not think I bought the doctor for $30. He was but five years of age then. It was in the summer of 1871. I was prospecting in Arizona, taking photographs of Indians and Aztec ruins and gathering curiosities. One day a band of Pimo Indians came into my den with this handsome fellow here, but he was not handsome then. I was painted in glaring colors, with rows of beads around his neck. I took a fancy to him as a genuine live curiosity. The Pinos wanted $30 for him. I tried to beat them down, but they insisted upon their price, and I gave it. The little chap cried for a day or two, thinking I was going to kill him, and he laughs now when he explains that he took me for the devil."

Dr. Montezuma is in the government service and is now on his way from the Colville reservation of Washington to the Indian school at Carlisle, Pa., where he will enter upon the duties of school physician. The doctor was partly educated in Chicago in the public schools, where he spent five years, and later took the course in the Chicago Medical college, entering the Indian service of the government after his graduation. He says his life will be dedicated to the service of the Indians, and he will never be perfectly satisfied until the government properly educates the young of his people.--Chicago Inter Ocean.

A Turkish Priest in the Toils. In the Turkish village on Midway plaisance there is a muezzin named Drenar Effendi, a priest, very zealous in the performance of his religious duties. Yesterday afternoon he was arrested on a charge of disorderly conduct and given a ride in the patrol wagon to Woodlawn station. The trouble arose from a growing disposition on the part of the Turks to treat the duties of their religion with indifference. When Drenar Effendi called the Turks to prayer yesterday afternoon they did not respond with what seemed to him a proper amount of alacrity, and incensed at their slowness he seized a club and began to beat them over the head. This attracted a large crowd at once, and a guard arrested the priest. By the time he reached the station the Turks began to be very much frightened at the thought of their priest's being locked up like a common criminal in a Christian jail, so a delegation was sent over to Woodlawn to bail him out in time for the sunset service, attendance upon which was secured by moral suasion instead of a club.--Chicago News-Record. A Rare Blossom. A rare flower can be seen in the garden north of the fountain in the northwest section of the public square. It is a yucca gloriosa, commonly known as glorious Adam's needle, and it is stated this is the first time the plant has bloomed for 30 or 40 years. Fears are entertained that the blossom may kill the plant, and an effort will be made to preserve it. An authority on botanical subjects says that the yucca can be seen to best advantage by moonlight while in bloom. As the yucca grows old the lowermost foliage decays, leaving a thick bare stalk; in fact, giving the stalk quite an arborescent character. Its height is extremely variable; its age before flowering also varies from 5 to 15 years, and its subsequent intervals are quite uncertain. The flowers are white and bell shaped, and are in a cluster at the end of a long stalk.--Cleveland Plain Dealer. Canned Goods Will Be High Next Season. A. E. Wetmore, representing a syndicate of California fruit canners, was in Helena yesterday. He came to judge how much fruit the Montana market would take at low prices this season. In explanation of his trip, he said: "The Pacific coast canneries will be able this

year to can very little fruit. Money is so tight that it is impossible for them to get the cash to buy tin, sugar and other necessary supplies and pay their labor.

They have already contracted for the growers' crops, and these they will have to take. The peach and other crops will be large, and the canners will try to

ship all the fresh fruit possible. What they do not ship will be dried. Naturally California fruit will sell at low prices this year, but canned goods next season will be high."--Cor. Chicago Tribune.

A Temperance Man's Awful Experience. There was an utter collapse of a Springfield man visiting the World's fair recently. He went into one of the Chicago hotels and innocently called for

a bottle of apollinaris water, only to be told in withering tones by the clerk, evidently a fresh importation from a blue ribbon district, that that was a strictly temperance house, and no intox-

icating liquors were kept. And the de-

praved Massachusetts citizen felt that the best thing he could do was to come home and take the Keeley cure.--Spring-

field Graphic.

Caught the Spirit of the Part. "Do you actors ever become so imbued with the spirit of the part that you imagine yourselves to be the character you are impersonating?" asked the curious man. "You bet we do," answered Mr. Barnes Tormer, the eminent all around

Thespian. "I was playing the part of an old farmer once, and I became so thoroughly carried away with it that I went

to my room in the hotel after the performance and blew out the gas."--In-

dianapolis Journal.

In Dr. Nansen's five years' drift across the arctic regions he takes with him a stove which at a cost of 4 cents will cook as large a dinner as any party of 20 could eat. A supply of paraffin costing this amount will produce an excellently cooked salmon, leg of mutton, vegeta-

bles and tarts.

THREE ON A BENCH. The Boy Had a Future, the Crook a Past; the Vagrant Had Nothing. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. The electric lights were still blazing in the silence of Madison square. A number of shabby figures slumbered or moved about on the seats beneath the trees of the park. On a bench beside the little fountain sat a group that arrested my

attention. Three figures were reclining here with their heads and shoulders almost touching one another. One was but little more than a boy. A bundle done up in a calico handkerchief was in

his hand. His sunburned face and his sturdy shoulders gave evidence that he was from the country--probably a farmhand who had trudged in to try his luck

in the city. His boots were covered with red clay. He was leaning against a thin figure clad in somewhat shabby garments. This man possessed a dark and sinister countenance. He was restless, and his hands, which were thin and white, twitched nervously in his sleep. His lips moved spasmodically. His was an evil conscience. There was plainly a shady side to his past life. Here were deceit and honesty side by side. Next to the dark man slumbered

a very old and decrepit one. He was clad in a linen duster. A battered gray hat sat on his head, and his toes were

peeping out from the tips of his worn shoes. The face of this old fellow was seamed with deep and careworn wrinkles. His hair and beard were snowy

white. He was possessed of a palsy that made him tremble constantly as he lay dozing. It was youth, manhood and old age--typical of life.

These three reclined here in a stolen sleep. A park policeman came gliding along from the distance through the twi-

light of the trees. He crept along like a gray ghost on the lookout for those weary souls who were transgressing the

law by surreptitious slumber. His eye lighted with satisfaction as he beheld the three figures on the bench. "You see that seedy fellow in the middle?" he

whispered. "That's Tony McElroy, who cracked three safes over in Jersey City last summer. I spotted him at once by his mug. He just come out of the pen last Tuesday."

The officer seized the crook by the col-

lar and shook him till his teeth rattled. The noise awakened the boy, who grasped the situation at once. Seizing his bun-

dle he skurried like a rabbit across the grass toward Twenty-third street. Once feeling himself safe he stretched his limbs and began to whistle cheerfully.

The crook arose and stood in sullen silence a few moments until the policeman pushed him on. He thrust his hands into his pockets, humped up his shoulders and shambled up the avenue. The old vagrant tottered to his feet. He was dazed, and it took him quite awhile to collect his senses. He shuffled across the square with bowed head. He scanned the buildings and the streets about him with a hopeless, helpless glance that was pathetic to see. Then he, too, vanished in the gray of breaking dawn. The boy had a life of hope before him, the crook had a past behind him, but the old vagrant had neither past nor future. --New York Recorder.

A Legend About Lacemaking.

Lacemaking is by no means so old an industry as most persons supposed. There is no proof that it existed previously to the fifteenth century, and the oldest

known painting in which it appears is a portrait of a lady in the academy at Venice, painted by Caspaccio, who died about 1523. The legend concerning the

origin of the art is as follows: A young fisherman of the Adriatic was betrothed to a young and beautiful girl of one of the isles of the lagoon. Industrious as she was beautiful, the girl made a new net for her lover, who took it with him

on board his boat. The first time he cast it into the sea he dragged therefrom an exquisite petrified wrack grass which he hastened to present to his fiancee. But

war breaking out the fisherman was pressed into the service of the Venetian navy. The poor girl wept at the departure of her lover and contemplated his last gift to her. But while absorbed in following the intricate tracery of the

wrack grass she began to twist and plait the threads weighted with small beads which hung around her net. Little by little she wrought an imitation of the petrification, and thus was created the bobbin lace.--Washington Star.

The Shillelah.

The shillelah is not a mere stick picked up for a few pence or cut casually out of the common hedge. Like the Arab mare, it grows to maturity under the fostering care of its owner.

The shillelah, like the poet, is born, not made. Like the poet, too, it is a choice plant, and its growth is slow.

Among 10,000 blackthorn shoots, per-

haps not more than one is destined to become famous, but one of the 10,000 appears of singular fitness. As soon as discovered it is marked and dedicated for future service. Everything that might hinder its development is removed, and any offshoot of the main stem is skillfully cut off. With constant care it grows thick and strong upon a bulbous root that can be shaped into a handle.--

McClure's Magazine.

Cost of the Borden Case. The cost to the county of the trial of Lizzie Borden in Fall River, Mass., is now estimated at $14,000. What Miss Borden's counsel's fees were may only be inferred, but the pecuniary rewards of successful practitioners in New Eng-

land are as a rule--outside of Boston at least--not more than one-third of what they are in the big cities. For defending Lizzie Borden in a New York court and securing her acquittal her leading coun-

sel would not have asked less than $25,-

000. The items of the bill of costs to the county include $500 to the Assistant Dis-

trict Attorney William H. Moody, $1,400 to Professor Wood of Harvard, $2,574 to other medical experts, $1,587 to stenographers, $1,375 to jury fees and $1,760 to deputy sheriffs.

Evading a Law.

When Ben Butler was a young lawyer the selectmen of Lowell, then a town, issued a mandate that all dogs should wear muzzles. The next morning Ben walked down town, followed by his big Newfoundland dog, with a very small muzzle tied to the end of its tail. Ben remarked, "My dog is wearing a muzzle." A callow imitator of Ben living in Ward One has fastened a bicycle bell under his saddle and anticipates much fun when a bluecoat stops him because he has no bell on his "bike."--Springfield Homestead.

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