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, The Burial of Old D05 Tower . .
',.''- .... - A LYRIC FOB THE TIMES.
;j?ot a growl wa3 heard, nor a whine, -nor a bark,
A3 his carcase from Court street they carted ; "
Not' master stood near at the time to mark,
. -. "When the life of old Towser departed. :
They carted him off In the noon-day sun, .. '
The wheels round indifferent going, , , - .
And the straggling peoplo beheld it done, . ;
- And the deputy chief was knowing.- '
Xo box or barrel enclosed his breast,' : . , ; .
" Nor in salt-mat or carpet we wound him, :
And he lays as we've seen him when taking . his
rest, -; - 7
With the flies all bulling around him." ''
Few and short were the words that -were said,
And we looked with feeling sickenin'
On the form' of the son of a dog that lay dead,
And wo bitterly thought of the strychnine. .
We tho't as we straightened in perfect shape,
And gave him a brick for a pillow, -
We wished we oould have the man by the ape
"Who poisoned old Towser, poor fellow!
. Lightly they'll laugh at the quadruped gone,
Rejoice that they thus did destroy him,' ; -Buthii
fate than thcir'a is a far better one t
Where policemen can't come to annoy him.
Hut half of our weary work was done,
When the clock told the hour for retreating,
And wo heard the old South bell ring fir .fiUA
That summoned Ue folks to their eating. .
We tipped him over into the dock,
; The victim of cowardly slaughter;
Wo carved not a line on a post or a rock.
And we left him alone in the water.
There is an eye that never slcep3
Beneath tho wing of night ;
There is an ear that never shuts .
When sink the beams of light.
There i an arm that never tires -When
human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails
When earthly loves decay.
That eye is fixed on seraph throngs;
That car is filled with angel's, songs;
That arm upholds the world on high ;
That love is thrown beyond the sky.
But there's a power which man can wield
When mortal aid 13 vain;
That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain ;
The power is prayer," which soars on high
And feeds on bliss beyond the sky
From the Flag of OttrUion.
THE PRIESTESS OF THE SUN.
A Tale of Peru.
BT JAMES DC MILLE.
The ice-crowned summits of the Andes were
were gleaming and glistening in the- rays of
the setting sun, as a single horseman rode
slowly along one of the mountain roads of
Peru. It was a road whose massiveness of con
struction, and excellence of formation, excited
the wonder of the beholder as much as any of
the works of the Incas. Now it wound with
serpentine turnings up the almost precipitous
sides of some lofty height, and again it de
scended by the same intricate turnings, round
many a projecting cliff into some deep gully.
Passing over the gully by a slender, yet strong
.bridge, it again went on as before. . ,
Along this road went the horseman. He
was a Spaniard, and bis dress consisted of .the
heavy armor of the Spanish adventurers under
Pizarro. A breastplate of gleaming steel pro
tected his body. A strong buckler was on his
head." A carbine was slung over his shoulders
and a heavy sword hung down from his side.
His form was tall and well knit together, and
his lace, though bronzed by exposure and
hardship, was noble and lofty in its expres
"By San Jago!",he muttered, as he drew up
his steed before a slander bridge which crossed
a deep gully, "this is a road such as is seldom
found. A wonderful people are these Indians!
Come,' get up, good horse! What? yon are
afraid. . Now then." And spurring his horse,
ho went boldly and quickly across. The bridge
nwayed and cracked beneath him, and scarcely
had he touched the other side when it fell.
A narrow escape, by heaven!"' he cried,
looking back. "Pizarro did wisely in sending
but one man on this expedition to Quito. But
what acountiy! The people are all hidden,
the villages empty, the fields unfilled."
- He look,ed around him. Far beneath the
fertile plains of this once peaceful region
spread before him. Countless trees, and sha
ding groves, and running rivers, threw' indis
cribable charms around the landscape. The
mountains rose up like guardians, cultivated
in many piaces by terraces far up their sides.
But no people could be seen. The villages,
the immense royal granneries, the roads and
fields, all were empty. . -
"I would not wonder,-by the holy virgin, I
would not, if these mountain recesses were
full of them," said the Spaniard. "Yonder
projecting rock Ha !"
lie uttered an exclamation of surprise, as
looking forward toward a place where the road
turned round a lofty cliff, he saw a crowd of
men running up toward the summit.
""By San Christofero!" he cried. "The vil
lains will stop me. ' They will throw rocks
down upon me "
He reined in his steed and stopped to con
sider. He delayed but for a moment.
."I must on," he cried - ''never shall it be
said that Don Alberto de Reggio feared a foe !
A Christian can overcome a hundred heathen
Indians. Then Reggio y Dois ! nurra!"
Shouting his battle cry and holding his head
erect, he spurred his hor'se and rode like the
wind down the road. He neared the rock. A
wild cry came from the summit. ; Loose rocks
fell before him.
"Reggio y Dios .'" he shouted.
He rushed like the wind around the rock.
A hundred missive, fragments of stone fell
crashing down. They poured down like hail
but Keggio. was beyond their reach. The
rocks fell uion the road behind him. Some
rested, others bounded on, and descended
thunderingly down the declivities, awaking
the echoes in the deep recesses of the gorges
which lay around.
On rode Keggio. .
The Peruvians uttered a louder cry. A
shout of disappointment, mingled with ven
gencc. The sound struck coldly upon the
"They have something worsV? in sWire for
me," he muttered, as turning his head he be
held them descending into the road behind
him. . - - .
Tht roadseendedJT)efore him, and then
with a short turn descended steeply into a val
ley. He drew up his horse-suddenly as he
stood upon the top of the eminence, and the
reins dropped from his hands. -.
In the valley before him was a crowd of men
dressed in the cotton armor of the Peruvians,
with their sharp spears, and steel pointed ma
ces glittering in the last rays of the sun, toward
which all knelt in adoration. Hoary priests
moved among them, and virgins dressed in
white stood around an altar. As the sun sank
a loud cry ascended. But a louder, a wilder,
a more fearful shout arose, as they saw Keggio
and recognized one of the'ir hated persecutors!
"The invaders! Vengence!" The cry came
up from all. Terror at first seized upon many
for they knew not the number which might be
behind the single horseman.
" "Courage!" cried a venerable priest. "Fight
for j our country! Though there be a hundred
you can surely withstand them, for thousands
of warriors are here."
Reggio looked, he saw the dark body of
warriors closing upon him, their.level spears,
their upraised weapons. A shower of arrows
flew towards him, but fell harmlessly from his
strong breastplate. -
"There is no hope! I must on!"
He spoke with desperate energy. He took
his gun, and giving spurs to his horse, rode
down into the midst of his enemies.
Again his battle cry arose. His fierce char
ger rushed among the Indians; the thunder
of the Spaniard's gun struck deadly fear upon
their hearts. But they closed in all around
him, and arrows from afar struck bis arms,and
hundreds of blows fell upon him. "With his
heavy sword the Spaniard struggled bravely
against the fearful odds. Now terrified at his
strength and slaughter, they retreated for a
little space, and again gathering courage,
they sprang forward. They leaped upon the
horse, they seized his legs, they fell beneath
him, and were trampled down while they held
the reins in a frenzied," deathly grasp. The
horse, held back by so many, stood still. Reg
gio, wounded and weary, could not struggle
much longer. A huge warrior jumped up be
hind him, and wound his strong arms round
Reggio's neck. A score of others seized him
andjmlled him' to the ground.
"Yield!" cried an old priest to him."
"Yield, fool or you die "
' "I will not!" cried Reggio in Peruvian; and
he sought to free himself. But strong men
held him down, his sword was wrenched from
his grasp, his horse was led away, he was
lost! They bound his arms tightly behind
him, and then four strong warriors took him
upon their shoulders and bore him away.
" "To the sacrifice! the sacrifice, at to-morrow's
dawn!" exclaimed a hundred voices.
"Beggio lay bound in the room of a strong
house whose walls of massive stone presented
a barrier through which he might never escape.
He lay upon his back fa"js2jfted to the floor.
The wind from afar Mowed through a small
aperture, and gently fanned his heated brow..
"A sacrifice ! I a sacrifice? Deliver me !
O, deliver me!" he cried.
He groaned, and sought to calm himself, but
no efforts cild detach his thoughts from the
fearful doom which awaited him on the mor
row. Suddenly a voice spake close beside
him. He turned, and a tall form dressed in
complete white stood near. At first a shudder
of superstitious terror passed through him as
he saw the white robes fluttering in the bi,eze
and he feared that he had evoked a spirit.-
"Christian!" said the figure, in Peruvian. .
"Who speaks?" answered Reggio, boldly.
"Then you must have come from the dead,
.for all who love me are there."
"A peruvian? a friend No, no " " ,
' "I am all that I have said, and have come to
"Tis the voice of a maiden!" murmured
Reggio. "I have heard that voice before, O,
tell me who are you "
- "Waste no words. I am a friend. I ccme
to save you from death!" -
She stooped down, and with a sharp kaife
severed his painful bonds. The Spaniard rose
to his feet. The figure before him was envel
oped in white, and but a small part of her f ice
was visible. Riggio looked at her, aud fell up
on his knees before her. v -
'Rise, rise!' she said impatiently. 'Tlink
only of safety. Follow me '
And she glided from the room without noise;
a small light which she 'held in her hand, gui
ded him for a distance as he followed softly
after, her. She stopped at length, and put a
string in his hand, one end of which site held
herself. Then extinguishing the light, she
left it upon the floor and walked on. Reggio
followed. They went through wide rooms,
and long halls, through narrow passages jind
labarynthian galleries, until at last the fresh
ness of the air told Reggio that he approached
the outside. She drew back some heavy bolts
that slipped noiselessly to her touch. She
opened the ponderous door.
Reggio repres??d an exclamation of joy.
Looking out ho aw his horse standing there
with muffled feet, rtfcdy to bear him away in
j;)"xiip"" A. f"n. "d aswxrd.lay them al1,
Beautiful being! How can I ever repay my
debt of gratitude to you?' cried Reggio in a
''Tis my debt. I repay it. Haste. No
I will not go without you', he cried passion
ately. 'Come, O, come with me!'
The maiden stood still,
0, come!' he cried, imploringly. Yon
will not force me to stay '
'No!' she said, tenderly. 'You can go
Never!' he cried. He took her in his arms.
She did not resist. In a few moments both
were seated on a strong horse. A few cheer
ing words, a iight stroke, and the horse and
its riders were gone. They went slowly, until
out of haring. Then Reggio dismounted and
took off the cumbersome foot coverings.
'Ila!' he cried, 'what noise is that?'
" 'They have discovered it up, or you are
lost!' cried the maiden. 'Up '
Reggio sprang upon the horse. Far behind
him sounded a deep murmur as though many
voices were crying together.
'O, were some of my brave comrades near!'
Tbink not of that. Think not of that.
noldme tightly,' he cried, as his horse fled
swiftly along the road. 'Holdfast!' His own
arm was around her. She clung closely to
him, and away they went far from their ene
mies. When the sun arose, danger was far
away. The two travellers paused upon the
summit of a gentle ascent which overlooked
a small town. There the ensign of Spain flut
tered from a large building which appeared to
be used as a barrack.
'Let me down here,' said the maiden, to
Reggio. I must descend.'
Reggio dismounted and took her to a rock
upon which she sat.
'Christian we must part here.'
What!' cried Reggio with a start.
We must part '
'Never, never shall you leave me.'
'Christian, you must not detain me. Would
it be fit for him whom I hav delivered, to
keep me a prisoner?'
Not a prisoner. O, no! but something dea
rer,' cried Reggio passionately. 'But who are
you? I have heard your voice before.'
'Yes. At Caxamalca ' .
What?' cried Reggio, starting- '
'Do you not remember when the , perfidious
invader came toCaxamatca? Ourlnca thought
not of deceiving them. He treated them as a
great king should. Do you not remember
how his hospitality was returned? Thousands
of the dead can tell. The ghost of a murdered
Inca can speak from its gaave and tell.
Reggio was silentr '
'O, what t scene of terror there was,' said
his companion, 'when the invaders, armed
with thunder, rushed on their unarmed1 and
unsuspecting hosts. The guest murdered his
entertainer. ;Those whom we had treated
with hospitality became our murderers.'
Reggio sighed deeply. , . .
'Yet you. were not among them. You,
know abhorred the deed. There was a maid.
en there a maiden of the royal blood her
nameVas Alanola. When the fierce Spaniards
came out -upon their vict ims, she fled in terror
across ths plain. Her white robes fluttered in
the breeze, and after the slaughter, the Span
iards, pursuing those who fled, beheld her al
so. They came towards her on their fierce de
mons of beasts. She fell, overcome with ter
ror. Then ah theat there was a generous
heart found a-soul that pitied her, who saved
herefrom dishonor and torture. . You are
Reggio started up, and looked earnestly at
her. But the face of his companion was con
cealed behind her veil.. .
Who are you? How did you hear this?'
,'I never heard it. I saw it. Look at me J
The veil fell from her head, and the maiden
stood up before him. And never, even among
the beauties of his own native land, had Reg
gio beheld such loveliness. Her eyes were
black and lustrous. Her hair was black as
night, and golden jewels gleamed among her
luxurious I ocks like stars.
Alanola!' cried the Spaniard. 'O, heavens,
am I thus repaid V
'You saved nty life, and I saved yours '
- Reggio caught her in his arms.
: 'This is the last time that we can look on one
another,' she said,' mournfully.
'No, no,' cried Reggio. 'Why will you
speak thus? You have fied with me." With
me you must stay.'
J And why?'
'I am a Priestess of "the Sun:' I tend the
ever burning fire. I have sinned jn letting
you behold my face, or touch me.'
' Reggio seemed struck dumb.
'Farewell then,' she said.'
'You mnst not go. Where will you go.'
'To Cuzco to the holy temple.'
'There is no holy temple now. There is no
Cuzco. 'Tis taken by us. Your temple is
'O, holy light of heaven!' exclaimed the
maiden, in agony and amazement.
'It is true. Did I not sea it a month ago.'
'Then all is over!' .
" 'You cannot go anywhere now ' . ' ,
Alas, noi except to the grave.' . .
"'No, no, -Alanohw .. Come. with, me and
find a home in my heart. : Though your false
god has forsaken you, I will not!' and he took
her unresisting hand. -
'Your god is powerless. Come with me
and learn the worship of my God the Al
Tears stood in,her eyes.
Reggio again lifted her upon his horse. She
all unresisting, suffered him. And puttihg
spurs to his noble charger Reggio and his
lovely burden arrived shortly after in the town
For a year longer Peru, though conquered,
was tumultuous. The new Inca Manco spread
terror among the mountains,, and Reggio was
employed in subduing him. Alanola was pla
ced in safety by him. But after the year was
up he left the mountains, and brought the love
ly priestess to Lima. Therein the palace of
the viceroy Pizarro, which rose proudly among
the mansions of the new cit3T, Reggio saw the
Priestess of the Sun baptized in the private
chapel, and on the same evening he was united
by Das Casas to his loyely bride, the Priestess
Of the Sun and royal princess.
Curtain Lecture by Mrs. Fubbs.
"Fubbs,I want to talk to you a while, and want
you to keep awake while I do it. You want
to go to sleep ? Yes you always want to go to
sleep, but I don't. I'm not one of the sleepy
kind. It's a good thing for you,' Mr. Fubbs,
that you have a wife who imparts information
by lectures, else you would be a perfect igno
ramus. Not a thing about the house, to read,
except the bible that the Christian Associa
tion gave you, and a tract that a fellow called
Porter left one day, entitled 'Light for the
Heathen.' It's well he left it for you are a
heathen, Fubbs. You thank God you ain't a
Mormon ? Yes, I understand that insinuation,
too, you profane wretch ? You mean you are
glad you hain't but one wife. You never
would have known there was a Mormon, Mr.
Fubbs, if I hadn't told you for you're too
stingy to take a paper. N-o-w, Fubbs ! I de
clare your name ought to be Fibbs, you tell so
many of 'em. It's only last week that I lost
one dollar and fifty cents on butter that I sold
to a peddler, because I didn't know the mar
ket price, which is published every week.
This would have paid for the paper awhole
year. And then you are so ignorant, Fubbs !
Didn't you take your gun t'other day, and
walk clear down to' the Big Marsh a hunting,
because somebody told you the Turkeys were
marching into Rushes? Y-es, y-o-u d-i-d,
Fubbs, you needn't deny it. But the Turkeys
were all out of the Rushes,I guea,before you
got there. Didn't kill any, did 'you? It was
a bad day for turkeys, wasn't it? Ha! ha! ha!"
Always look out for No. 1. It is the only
figure that will enable you to cut a figure.
This principle refers alike to getting a rich
wife, a pretty companion, freedom from mea.
sles, the best pew in church, and the first shad
of the season. . -
A Quaker in New Orleans is so up
right in all, his dealings, that he won't sit down
A Ben of Horrors.
Kirwan, in a recent volume of travels, in
Europe, gives the following account of a fear
ful chamber in the castle of the Duke of Baden
Baden in Germany. " ' . ;
We made a morning call at the castle of
the Duke, which surmounts the hill, and were
shown through all the apartments ,As , if, for
our accommodation, he had just retired from
his breakfast-room that we might see the ta
ble at which a reigning Prince sipped - coffee.
We have seen the breakfast room and table of
many in America more richly furnished. The
apartments .wore quite an air of poverty, after
having seen those at Versailles, the Quirinal,
and Turin. "But the underground apartments
possess a fearful interest. With lighted tor
ches we went down into the cellar of the pal
ace, thence by a spiral inclined plane, we
went down, down: until, by a door formed of
one huge flag, and fitted to its place with re
markable exactness, we entered a small oval
room, perhaps ten feet in diameter, and hewn
out of a solid rock. The door was shut behind
us, and we were buried alive under the moun
tain! A ray of light came from above, and
we could look up as through a narrow chim
ney; a stone was moved beneath our feet, and
we could look down perhaps two or three hun
dred feet, and could see a glimmer of light up
on a dashing current, whose murmurings came
to us from beneath. Andall around the room
were seats cut out from the rock. And what
was the knowledge and history of this awful
room? , - -
- Its history, as given us by our guide, and
within its walls, is briefly as follows: In the
days of feudal clemency and inquisitorial pie
ty, those suspected of political or religious
. heresy were suddenly seized and . confined in
one of the adjacent cells. The little room
above described was the room of judgement,
and the judges were let down by machinery
through the opening above. The accused
were then introduced, and that heavy . stone
door was "shut. And there shut out from eve
ry eye save that of God and their judges, they
were tried and condemned. If not guilty, the
accused were hated or feared, which made con
demnation worse than guilt. When condemn
ed, they were next ordercM to kiss the image
of the virgin in the apartment; In the move
ment, they touched springs, which caused her
to embrace them, and in the embrace, to
pierce them through . with daggers. 1 hen a
trap was sprung beneath their feet, which let
their bodies fall upon a wheel armed with
knives, which was kept in constant revolution
by a stream of water; by these knives they
were cut in pieces, and the mutilated frag
ments fell into the stream below.
And there we were receiving this awful nar
rative, in the very apartment where these
atrocities were committed in the name of Jus
tice and Religion, with the tunnel beneath us,
through which the -bodies of their victims
were let down for mutilation, so as to be be
yond the reach of. recognizance! For a mo
ment our blood ran cold, and. we were filledl
with hoTror! Oh! if those stone scats, and
those walls of solid rock could speak if the
injunctions of perpetual secrecy were remov
ed by him who upheaved the mountain, what
an awful narrative they would give of the
scenes of treachery, hatred, and blood, there
perpetrated in the name of God and Religion.
The stone door swung open and we , groped
our way through a labyrinth of chambers .and
passages dark as midnight into the open air.
We all breathed easier and a feeling of fear
gave way to one of security. We were soon
on the railway from Frankfort-on-the-Main,
deeply affected by the beauty and wickedness
of Baden-Baden, thankful that - its days of pe
nal tyranny were at an end.
We look with horror upon a time and creed
which could enact such terrific scenes as are
described in the above article.
Let us for a moment look at spiritual
evils of our day and creeds " 4my
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How very little must those persons know
who think that a system of equality pervades
all nature, and that men 'collectively partake
of the universal quality, and individually be
come equal. " Let us look all over the world
carefully, and we shall not fail to discover the
very opposite to be the case, whether it be
among the trees, and plants, the rocks or
mountains, the rivers or the purling streams,
oceans, continents, islands, and in fact all
things the eyes rest on. Where shall we find
perfect equality? and if naturally there be littlo
approximation to such a thing, how much less
will there be, when man in his aboriginal and
uncertain discipline is trained and assisted by
art. Take the wild flowers of the field, re
move them within cultivated gardens, plant
them in the well prepared soil, give them the
attendence of the experienced gardener . and
will they be still the same, and only equal to
their original and natural state. Let us look
at the inferior animals. Is a horse, for exam
ple that is uncared for, untaught, and left to
forage for himself equal in every respect to
the one under kindly discipline, and care, and
that comes out tractable, almost social, and
with a shining coat. Look into the heavens
and do we find all the planets and all the stars
equal in brilliancy, in magnitude, in density
or' in velocity where out of one hundred
blades of grass can there be found a definition
for the word identical, in fact, where is per
fect equality? , . ,
That there are certain things which all na
ture enjoys in common, there can be no ques
tion, and great numbers of which the members
of the human family rejoice in as their com
mon privilege, but this does not alter the
question, because we find that man as a grega
rious animal associates only with those.' whose
tastes arc identical with the class to which
each man by habit, intellect, but particularly
by education, delights in ; this dividing soci'
ety by strong lines of demarcation in accord
ance w"ifh a law which has not been decry
yet is more incapable of alteration than s
of the medes and Persians of old.. . - Y'
We have said, but particularly $y educa. ;
as we consider this a greater fulcrum than
physical one wished for by Archimedes
raise the world. Has not education raisei
the world? Look back into history, and com-
pare the vast improvements in cverythjng con
nected with one mundane system, and all mat
ters, contingencies on man's probationary
state, and we can alone trace these advantages
to Education. .
The value of education might indeed appear
to be an axiom, but we regret to think that
there are yet persons in the community who
failto conceive the blessings that education
bestows on mankind, and with shame be It
confessed, some also who think that morals
are made worse by its application, and allow
their children to grow up as untutored weeds
in this great garden of God's providence. To
those we would suggest the impossibility of
their onspring ever rising either to fame a
nveng men, or to be useful members of the
community, failing as they assuredly will, to
carry out that manifest destiny to which every
individual has been called, and finally unablo
to give an account of the proper appropriation
of the talents whether two, five or ten, that
have been committed to their charge. '
Go out beneath the arched heaven in oight'SM
profound gfobm, and say, if you can, "There
is no God." Pronounce the dread blasphemy
and each star above you will reprove you for
your unbroken darkness of intellect every
voice that floats upon the night, will bewail
your utter hopelessness and despair. . Is there
no God ? Who, then, unrolled that blue scroll,
and threw upon its high frontispiece the legi
ble gleaning of immortality ? -- Who fashioned
this green earth, with its perpetual rolling wa
ters and its expands of islands and the main?
Who paved the heavens with clouds, and attu
ne! amid banners of storms the voice of thun
ders, and unchained the lightnings that linger
and lurk, and flash in their gloom ? Who gave
the eagle a state eyrie where the tempests dwell
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tft v. rf a omul thp fnreflt f.hnt.
ever echoes to the
-Who made light
"trelsy of her raoan ?
Jio gave thee matchless symmetry of sip "
limbs? The regular flowing pj.pp'g . '
pressible and daring p- .
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y the waters of e-
!n,butthet ;ust received at the Cheap
ve andoof MOSS0P & POTTAKFF.
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J JACKSON CRANS Attorney at lw--; VI
h e. . - n . wciilciu'P. Clearfield. Pa.
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HTAMES B. G11A1IAJ1 Morcnant ana cxieiiw
I doalcrsin lumber. Grahampton, P. O., Clear
field counly, Pa. iay o,, -y-
TO SHOEMAKEUS A fine lot of Spanish Kip8,
Men and Women's Morocco pink trimmings,
and Sole Leather, for sale cneap, oy -
June l37'54 M0S50P & POTTAJLFF.
"MEREGE DELAINES A superior
I Bcrcgo Delaines in dro patterns, at
ner yard, never sold in tnis county o
than 50 cents, at - MOSSOl" i POT
June IX r .
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