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<HEAD>COLLECTION OF Wonderful Miracles, Gho&s;ts and Vi&s;ion.</HEAD>
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<HEAD>Crookhorn, <HI>January</HI> 1. 1681. The following account of an extraordinary Cure of the <HI>Kings-Evil</HI> is &s;ent from <HI>Crookhorn</HI> in the County of <HI>So|mer&s;et,,</HI> atte&s;ted by <HI>Henry Clark</HI> Mini&s;ter of the &s;aid Pari&s;h Capt. <HI>James Bale,</HI> Captain <HI>Richard Shirlock, John Stacky</HI> Clerk, <HI>William Pike, Samuel Daubeny, George Strong, John Greenway, Robert Chi&s;let.</HI></HEAD>
<P>WE who&s;e Names are under written, do certifie the Truth of a Miraculous Cure of a Girl of this Town about <HI>20</HI> years of Age by Name <HI>Elizabeth Parcer,</HI> a poor Widows Daughter, who had langui&s;hed under the &s;ad afflicting Di&s;temper of the <HI>Kings Evil,</HI> termed the <HI>Joint Evil,</HI> (being &s;aid to be the wor&s;t <HI>Evil,</HI>) for about <HI>10</HI> or <HI>11</HI> years time; She had in her right hand four running &s;ores, <HI>(viz.)</HI> one on the in&s;ide, and three on the back of her hand, and two more in the &s;ame arm, one in her hand-wri&s;t, the other above her Elbow. She had hetwixt her Arm|pit and Breast, a <HI>Bunch,</HI> which the Doctors &s;aid fed tho&s;e <HI>6</HI> &s;e|veral &s;ores; the &s;aid Distemper was likewi&s;e on her left Ey, in&s;o|much that &s;he was almo&s;t Blind; Her Mother de&s;pairing of her &s;ight, and not being able to &s;end her to <HI>London,</HI> to be touch'd by the <HI>King,</HI> being mi&s;erably poor, and having many &s;mall Chil|dren, and this Girl not being able to work: Her Mother (de&s;irous to have her Daughter cur'd,) went to the Chyrurgeons for help, who tamper'd with it for a time, but could do no good, went like|wi&s;e <HI>10</HI> or <HI>11</HI> miles to a &s;eventh Son, but all in vain, no vi&s;ible hopes of a Cure remain'd, and nothing was expected but a Grave.</P>
<P>But now, in this Girls extremity, God, the great Phy&s;ician, dictates unto her (thus, langui&s;hing in her mi&s;erable, hopele&s;s condition,) what cour&s;e to take, and what to do for a Cure, which was to go and touch the Duke of <HI>Monmouth,</HI> which the Girl told her Mother, that if &s;he could but touch the Duke, &s;he &s;hould be well: Her Mother r<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">proved her for her fooli&s;h concert, But the Girl did often per&s;wade her Mother that &s;he might go to <HI>Lackington</HI> to the D. (who then lay at Mr. <HI>Spekes,</HI>) For cer|tainly (&s;aid &s;he) <HI>I &s;hould be well if I could but touch him.</HI> Her Mother &s;lighted the pre&s;&s;ing Requests of her Daughter, and the more her Mother &s;lighted it, and reprov'd her, the more earne&s;t was the Girl for it. In few days after the Girl having notice that Sir <HI>Jo. Sidenham</HI> intended to treat the <HI>D.</HI> at <HI>White Lodg</HI> in <HI>Henton Park;</HI> to which place this Girl with many of her Neighbours went, &s;he being there timely, waited the Dukes co|ming. First, &s;he ob&s;erved the Per&s;on of the Duke, to have knowledge of him, as he was pa&s;&s;ing by, &s;he pre&s;t in among&s;t the croud, and catcht him by the hand, his Glove being on, and &s;he had a Glove likewi&s;e to cover her very &s;ores; She not being here|with &s;atisfied with this fir&s;t attempt of touching his Glove on|ly, but her mind was, &s;he mu&s;t touch &s;ome part of his naked fle&s;h; She waiting his coming forth, intended a &s;econd attempt. The poor Girl thus between Hope and Fear waited his Mo|tion, and on a &s;udden was News brought of the Dukes coming, which &s;he (to be prepared) rent off her Glove that was clung to the Sores, in &s;uch haste, that &s;he tore her Glove, and brought away not only the Sores but the Skin. The Dukes Glove, (as Providence ordered it,) the upper part hung down, &s;o that his wri&s;t was bare; &s;he pre&s;t on, and catcht him by the bare hand with her running hand; &s;aying <HI>God ble&s;s your Greatne&s;s,</HI> and the Duke &s;aid <HI>God ble&s;s You.</HI> The Girl was not a little tran&s;ported with her good Succe&s;s, came and told her Friends that now &s;he &s;hould be well: She came home to her Mother with great Joy, and told her &s;he had been toucht by the Dukes bare hand, <HI>and that &s;he &s;hould now be well.</HI> Her Mother hear|ing what &s;he had done, reproved her very &s;harply for her bold|ne&s;s, and askt her how &s;he dur&s;t do any &s;uch thing? and threat|ned to beat her for it; She cryed out, <HI>O Mother, I &s;hall be well again, and be cured of my Sores;</HI> And as God Almighty (the great Phy&s;ician) would have it, (to the Admiration of all that know or hear of it;) her &s;ix running Sores in her Hand and Arm, in four or five days were dryed up; the bunch in her Brea&s;t was di&s;&s;olved in <HI>8</HI> or <HI>10</HI> days, of which now is no Sign, her ey that was given for lost, is now perfectly well, and the Girl in good Health, the marks of her &s;everal Sores are yet vi&s;ible in her Hand and Arm; all which hath been di&s;covered to us both by Mother, Daughter, and Neighbours that know her.</P>
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<P>Whoever doubts the Truth of this Relation, may be &s;a|tisfied thereof by the &s;ight of the Original, under the Hands of the Per&s;ons above-named at the <HI>Amsterdam Coffee-hou&s;e</HI> in St. <HI>Bartholomew Lane, London.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>A True Account of a Wonderful <HI>Cure</HI> of the <HI>Kings-Evil,</HI> perform'd by Mrs. <HI>F</HI>&mdash; Si&s;ter to his Grace the Duke of MONMO&V;TH.</HEAD>
<P>THE Extraordinary Cure of the <HI>Kings-Evil,</HI> lately per|formed by his Grace the D. of M in his We&s;tern Pro|gre&s;s, has (no doubt) alarm'd many People, and open'd the eys of the mo&s;t unbelieving, to &s;ee Heaven by this Mi|racle proclaim a Legitimacy, and God Almighty declare for the <HI>Black Box.</HI> Neither has there been wanting a &s;econd Te|&s;timony to this Illu&s;trious D's Family, in a Cure both &s;trange and true as the former; that &s;o according to the Apo&s;tle, <HI>Out of the mouth of Two or Three Witne&s;&s;es; every word might be e&s;tabli&s;hed.</HI> Mrs. <HI>F.</HI> Si&s;ter to this mo&s;t Excellent Prince, for|merly a <HI>Roman Catholick,</HI> but &s;ince (by the convincing Argu|ments, and exemplary Piety of her Husband Mr <HI>F.</HI> Ma&s;ter of the <HI>Reque&s;ts,</HI>) brought over to his Religion, I mean the true &s;incere <HI>Prote&s;tant Faith,</HI> has been as remarkable in a wonder|ful Cure of the &s;ame malignant Di&s;temper, as the D. her Bro|ther; The truth of which whole matter of Fact, We who&s;e Names are under-written engage our &s;elves to be re&s;pon&s;i|ble for. Now the matter of Fact was thus; One <HI>Jonathan Trott</HI> was born of poor, but virtuous Parents, his Father was dead but his Mother that &s;urviv'd, by the Ble&s;&s;ing of God accom|panying her hone&s;t Endeavours, had got together a Sum of Money very con&s;iderable to the Trade &s;he drove, her chief Vocation being &s;elling of <HI>Apples, Pears, Oranges,</HI> and other <HI>Fruit,</HI> not far from <HI>Covent Garden</HI> Church Door; the Inter|vals of which Calling &s;he &s;till imploy'd in being very bu&s;ie with her Needle in footing Stockins, mending Breeches, and &s;uch like hone&s;t Labours. But her greate&s;t affliction was, the &s;ad &s;pectacle of the poor wretch her only Son and Heir, (the forementioned <HI>Jonathan Trot<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI> who had for many years been &s;ore afflicted with a continual. Running of a mo&s;t noy|&s;om Matter in his Neck, and many other parts of his Body, ac|companyed often with &s;o great Tumours and Swelling about his Throat, as almo&s;t choak'd him. Upon this Son of hers, (now about the Age of 19.) &s;he had &s;pent the greate&s;t part of her Livelihood, to pitiful, Quacking Ignorant Phy&s;icians &s;uch as her Pur&s;e could be&s;t procure, and &s;uch as kill the poor at the mo&s;t ea&s;ie and con&s;cionable Rates: The&s;e her Doctors could never rightly inform her what was her Sons true Di&s;temper; till at la&s;t &s;he her &s;elf (&s;u&s;pecting it was the <HI>Kings Evil,</HI>) had the Advice of &s;ome able Phy&s;icians, as Dr <HI>Lower.</HI> Dr. <HI>Min&s;bel.</HI> &amp;c. who all agreed that it was the <HI>Kings Evil,</HI> and that he was in very great danger, unle&s;s he were very &s;peedily touch'd. This happned to be when His Maje&s;ty was la&s;t at <HI>Wind&s;or,</HI> whither &s;he (good woman) was de&s;igning her Journey with her Son; But the night before &s;he re&s;olv'd on her Progre&s;s, &s;he dreamt that &s;he heard a Voice that com|manded her Son to be Toucht by Mrs. <HI>F.</HI> The poor woman you may imagine, was infinitely &s;urpriz'd at this Command never having &s;o much as heard of &s;uch a Woman as Mrs. <HI>F.</HI> in her Life; But &s;he was much more a&s;toni&s;ht when her Son came to her, and told her that he was re&s;olv'd not to take his Journey to <HI>Wind&s;or,</HI> for that he had heard a Voice that Night 3 times &s;ucce&s;&s;ively, (which by the De&s;cription he gave of it, was the very &s;ame that his Mother had heard, and commanded the &s;ame thing,) telling him, that one Touch of Mrs. <HI>F.</HI> would make him whole. Upon this the poor Wo|man acquainted &s;everal of her Neighbours with the unu&s;u|al Circum&s;tances of her Dream, exactly concurring with her Sons; and by them was inform'd that there was &s;uch a Lady, Si&s;ter to His Grace the D. of <HI>M.</HI> whom they therefore all con|cluded to be the Per&s;on intended in the Dream, by rea&s;on of her near Relation to His Grace, and the Crown. The Youth <HI>Jonathan</HI> hearing this, was extreme glad, and &s;hew'd violent &s;igns of it, in urging and pre&s;&s;ing his Mother as vigorou&s;ly as ever he could, to procure her leave; who at fir&s;t was very unwilling to let him go upon this Adventure. He &s;till in|&s;i&s;ted upon one Argument which even in affliction made the poor Woman &s;mile, That (having heard of the D. of <HI>M</HI>'s Cure, which was knowh long before it was Publi&s;hed,) He did not know why Mrs. <HI>F.</HI> might not receive from her Mother the Curing of the Ills of Young Men by a Touch of her Na|ked Fle&s;h, as well as the D. her Brother had from his Father
<PB REF="2">the Curing of Young Women by a Touch of his. However, his Mother having check'd him for this &s;aying, was re&s;olv'd to &s;end him: Accordingly he went to Mrs. <HI>F</HI>'s Hou&s;e, near St. <HI>James</HI>'s, and having de&s;ir'd admi&s;&s;ion, as &s;oon as ever Mrs. <HI>F.</HI> appeared, he falls down upon his Knees before her, begging Pardon for boldne&s;s, the occa&s;ion whereof he told her in the Relation which he made of all that had hap|pen'd to his Mother and him&s;elf: Then gra&s;ping her hands with all the Violence and Pa&s;&s;ion imaginable, ki&s;s'd them a Thou&s;and times, and directed them (for the Lady was not &s;o Uncharitable as to deny it upon any &s;uch good account,) to his Neck and his Throat, and all the other parts of his Body wherein he was afflicted; which &s;he vouch&s;afed to &s;troke, wi&s;hing withal, that it might do him as much good as he believ'd it would. This done, &s;he left him, and the Youth went home very well &s;atisfy'd with the Hopes of his being very &s;peedily Cur'd, as accordingly it &s;ucceeded; for within three or four days time his Running cea&s;ed; and in a Weeks time the Swelling in his Throat was not only abated, but perfectly and intirely Cured; And Mrs&punc; <HI>F.</HI> by many of this Per&s;ons Neighbours and Acquaintance, (and mo&s;t of the <HI>Apple-women</HI> about tho&s;e parts;) is to this day called <HI>Prince&s;s F.</HI></P>
<P>Now its well known, That this Gift of <HI>Healing</HI> was fir&s;t imparted to King <HI>Edward the Confe&s;&s;or,</HI> a good King, though a <HI>Popi&s;h Saint,</HI> to De&s;cend upon his <HI>Legitimate Succe&s;&s;ors;</HI> and if none of them ever Exerci&s;ed it before they came to the Crown till now, we mu&s;t either &s;ay, that they had it, but forbore the u&s;e of it, or el&s;e we mu&s;t admire the ex|cellency of the Advantages that <HI>Protestant Princes</HI> and <HI>Prin|ce&s;&s;es</HI> have above tho&s;e formerly that were <HI>Papi&s;ts;</HI> Since <HI>Prote&s;tants,</HI> though two or three Removes from the <HI>Crown,</HI> can do as much with a Touch, as <HI>Edward the Confe&s;&s;or,</HI> when he was not only a <HI>King</HI> but a <HI>Saint.</HI> And now who is there that can que&s;tion the <HI>Legitimacy</HI> of our mo&s;t Excellent Prince <HI>J. D.</HI> of <HI>M.</HI> when this Remarkable Witne&s;s that Heaven hath given Him and his Si&s;ter of Curing the <HI>Kings Evil,</HI> pleads &s;o loudly in his behalf?</P>
<P>There is but One Other Natural Argument to prove the Legitimacy of this <HI>Prince,</HI> and his being the True and Right <HI>Succe&s;&s;or;</HI> And that is the In&s;tinct by which <HI>Lyons</HI> are taught to Reverence, and to do them Homage, without ever hurt|ing them; And This too I am told His Grace does de&s;ign to &s;hew the World in his own behalf; For it is Credibly Re|ported, that on <HI>Saturday</HI> next the D. of <HI>M.</HI> de&s;igns to be &s;hut up with one of the Greate&s;t <HI>Lyons</HI> in the <HI>Tower</HI> of <HI>London</HI>&punc; There to be &s;een, to the great Satisfaction of all that behold how Secure He mu&s;t needs be of his <HI>Legitimacy,</HI> that dare: put it to &s;o Dangerous a Tryal; Sir <HI>Th. Ar.</HI> and <HI>J. H.</HI> <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR> have proffered their Service to attend in the next empty Den, in Quality of Bed-chamber-men to his Grace; and the Earl of S. Farl of <HI>E.</HI> Lord <HI>G.</HI> and &s;everal other noble Peers, have engaged to Accompany Him to the Place of Tryal. For my part, I wi&s;h for the Day, not at all Doubting, but to &s;ee Old <HI>CHARLES,</HI> the <HI>Kings Lyon,</HI> give him his Ble&s;&s;ing, by laying his Imperial Paw upon his Head, in which all <HI>Ly|ons</HI> have we know by Nature &s;tampt the Image of a <HI>Crown.</HI> This I will an&s;wer for the <HI>Lyon;</HI> That if he do not Declare a <HI>True Succe&s;&s;or,</HI> yet He will &s;hew another &s;ort of <HI>Royalty,</HI> and Remove one of the wor&s;t &s;orts of the <HI>Kings Evil.</HI></P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>The Per&s;ons above mentioned for Witne&s;&s;es of this Ex|traordinary Cure, are We who&s;e Names are &s;ub&s;cribed.
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<ITEM><HI>Br.</HI> Lord <HI>Gerard,</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Sir <HI>Gilb. Ferard,</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Col <HI>Langley,</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Th. Vernon</HI> <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Rowe,</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Needham.</HI></ITEM>
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<HEAD>Adverti&s;ement.</HEAD>
<P>HIS Grace to perform this Famous <HI>Tryal of Skill,</HI> with great Magnificence and Solemnity, order'd that his Militia, the Porters, Tinkers and Chimney Sweepers and Broom-men of <HI>London,</HI> together with the Squires of the Body, commonly called the <HI>Black-guard,</HI> &s;hould be ready with the afore&s;aid Attendants to wait upon his Per&s;on to the place of Execution, followed with &s;everal Pageants and Artificial Devices, curiou&s;ly re|pre&s;enting the famous Adventures of ancient <HI>Heroes,</HI> par|ticularly <HI>Don Quixots</HI> &s;torming the Windmill for an In|chanted Ca&s;tle. But before the&s;e extraordinary prepa|rations could be compleated, the malitious Papi&s;ts have &s;pitefully poy&s;on'd all the Lyons in the Tower, except the Dukes; whereupon his Grace is advi&s;ed by his own Privy Council the Rabble, not to venture on that Lyon, but rather try the good nature of the Leopard, who they &s;ay was certainly begot by a Lyon, as his Grace by a K. and therefrre cannot but favour &s;uch pretenders to Roy|alty, in hopes him&s;elf may at last become K. of the Bea&s;ts.</P>
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<HEAD>A true and perfect Relation of a Strange and Wonder|ful Apparition which appear'd to <HI>Elizabeth FREE|MAN,</HI> at <HI>Bi&s;hops-Hatfield</HI> in <HI>Hartford&s;hire, Jan.</HI> 27. 1680/1. Commanding her to declare a Me&s;&s;age to His Maje&s;ty. As it was taken before Sir <HI>Jo&s;eph Jor|dan</HI> Kt, and <HI>Richard Lee</HI> Dr. <HI>of Divinity,</HI> and Chap|lain in Ordinary to His Maje&s;ty.</HEAD>
<P><HI>She gives an Account</HI></P>
<P N="1"><HI>I.</HI> THAT on <HI>Monday</HI> Night, being <HI>Jan.</HI> 24th. &s;he &s;itting by her Mothers fire-&s;ide between Five and Six of the Clock in the Evening, with a Child in her Lap, &s;he heard a Voice behind her, which mildly &s;aid <HI>Sweet-heart:</HI> Whereupon &s;he turning her Face back, &s;aw an Appearance of a Woman, as &s;he conceived, all in White, covered with a white Vail, &s;o that &s;he &s;aw no Face, but a very white Hand was laid on the Back of her Chair, and &s;aid to her, <HI>The 15 day of</HI> May <HI>is a p|pointed for the ROYAL BLOOD to be Poi&s;oned;</HI> and further &s;aid, <HI>Be not afraid, for I am &s;ent to tell thee:</HI> And &s;o vani&s;hed.</P>
<P N="2"><HI>II.</HI> That on <HI>Tue&s;day,</HI> Jan. the 25th. between the hours of Five and Six at Night, &s;he going to her Mo|thers hou&s;e, coming within five or &s;ix Pole of her door, the &s;ame Apparition appeared to her again in White, and vailed as before, and &s;aid <HI>Do you remember what I &s;aid?</HI> And &s;he an&s;wered, <HI>Yes.</HI> And &s;he further &s;aid <HI>In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Gho&s;t, What art thou?</HI> And immediately it appeared in a very Glorious Shape, and with a more har&s;h Voice &s;aid, <HI>Tell King</HI> Charles <HI>from me, and bid him not re|move his Parliament, and &s;tand to his Council;</HI> and &s;aid <HI>Do as I bid you.</HI> To which &s;he an&s;wered, <HI>Yes,</HI> and &s;o vani&s;hed.</P>
<P N="3"><HI>III.</HI> That on <HI>Jan.</HI> the <HI>26th.</HI> between the &s;aid hours of five and &s;ix in the Evening, &s;he &s;itting by the Fire, and her Mother &s;itting by her, the &s;ame Apparition came again to her, whereat &s;he could not speak; and her Mother perceiving her to be troubled, and fixing her eyes, &s;aid, <HI>Daughter, See&s;t thou any thing?</HI> And &s;he, not able to &s;peak, Nodded with her Head and Hand; whereat her Mother &s;aid, <HI>Shall I go out?</HI> And there|upon &s;he being enabled to &s;peak, the Apparition Nodded to her, &s;he &s;aid, <HI>Yes;</HI> whereat her Mother going out, the Apparition &s;aid <HI>Do your Me&s;&s;age.</HI> And &s;he an&s;wer|ed, <HI>I will, &s;o &s;oon as God &s;hall enable me;</HI> And it &s;aid, <HI>Be not afraid,</HI> and &s;o vani&s;hed: And then &s;he cried, <HI>Mother, Mother;</HI> and then her Mother and &s;ome other Friends came in.</P>
<P N="4"><HI>IV.</HI> The &s;aid Apparition appear'd to the &s;aid Maid on <HI>Thur&s;day</HI> in the evening, between the afore&s;aid hours of five and &s;ix, &s;he being at a Neighbours Hou&s;e, but &s;aid nothing to her.</P>
<CLOSER>This was taken from the Maids own mouth, by me <HI>Rich. Wilkin&s;on,</HI> Schoolma&s;ter in the &s;aid Town of <HI>Hatfield.</HI></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>A True Relation of a &s;trange Apparition which appear'd to the Lady <HI>Gr.</HI> Commanding her to deliver a Me&s;|&s;age to His Grace the D. of <HI>M.</HI></HEAD>
<P>After the Powerful Rhetorick of that Noble Peer of the Realm (the Earl of <HI>E.</HI> at his delivery of the Petition of 15 more as Noble Peers as Him&s;elf) had fail'd of its de&s;ign'd Succe&s;s; what could we hope for, or expect that would pre|vail upon His Maje&s;ty to alter his Re&s;olution of Convening his Parliament at <HI>Oxford?</HI> Surely no Humane Per&s;on would be thought forcible enough, and an Heavenly mu&s;t be im|ploy'd,
<PB REF="2">if the bu&s;ine&s;s cannot be done by the Earl of <HI>E.</HI> Accordingly we have heard of a <HI>True and perfect&punc; Relation from</HI> Bi&s;hops Hatfield, (atte&s;ted by one of his Maje&s;ties Chaplains in Ordinary (Dr. <HI>Lee</HI>) &s;o famous for his con&s;tan|cy to the Church of <HI>England,</HI>) <HI>of a str<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2 letters">g<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"> and Wonderful Apparition which appear'd to one Young Mrs.</HI> Freeman: And her Me&s;&s;age to his Sacred Maje&s;ty, is well enough known, not only by a &s;ingle Printed paper of the whole matter of Fact; but al&s;o, (that no per&s;on &s;hould have Impudence to doubt the Truth of it) by <HI>Ben. Harris</HI> him&s;elf in his <HI>Prote&s;tant Intelligence;</HI> There we are told how the Maiden of <HI>One and thirty, &s;itting with her Child in her Lap by the Fire, &s;aw an Appearance of a Woman (as &s;he conceiv'd) cover'd with a white Veil, &s;o that &s;he &s;aw no Face, but a very white Hand was laid on the back of her Chair, and &s;aid unto her, &amp;c.</HI> which though it be very wonderful, yea his Speech of the <HI>White Hand</HI> is equall'd (if not excell'd in &s;trangene&s;s,) by an Apparition which appear'd to the Lady <HI>Gr.</HI>) &s;uppo&s;ed to be the &s;ame that was &s;een at <HI>Hatfield;</HI>) of which I &s;hall give you a True and perfect Relation, according to her own Depo&s;ition before Ju&s;tice <HI>Warc.</HI> Sir <HI>W.W. Mr. Baxter,</HI> and <HI>Mr. Charlton,</HI> who &s;tampt with his woodden Leg, and &s;wore <HI>Damn him he believ'd it.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>Her Ladi&s;hip gives an Account.</HEAD>
<P N="1">I. THat on <HI>Saturday January</HI> 29. 1660. being alone in her Clo&s;et about the hour of Nine at night, &s;he heard a Voice behind her, which mildly &s;aid <HI>Sweet Heart;</HI> At which &s;he was not at fir&s;t at all frightned, &s;uppo&s;ing it to have been, an Apparition which (&s;he &s;ays) has often of late appear'd to her (in the ab&s;ence of her Lord) in the &s;hape of a bright <HI>Star</HI> and <HI>Blew Garter,</HI> but without hurting or &s;o much as frightning her; but &s;he was &s;trangely ama|zed, when turning about, &s;he beheld an Appearance very different from what &s;he expected; It was a Spirit all in White, &s;o Veil'd from Top to Toe, that nothing appear'd to her but one &s;ide of a Cheek, where the Veil was put by; and this &s;ide of the Cheek, &s;aid thus unto her: <HI>The</HI> 15th. <HI>day of</HI> May <HI>is appointed for the Royal Blood to be Poi&s;o|ned;</HI> And further &s;aid, <HI>Be not afraid, for I am &s;ent to tell thee, that</HI> James <HI>D. of M. hath none of it in him;</HI> &s;eeming by this addition to have fill'd up teh Sentence that it had left imperfect to the <HI>Maid of Hatfield;</HI> and &s;o vani&s;hed.</P>
<P N="1">I. That on <HI>Sunday, Jan.</HI> 30. between the hours of 7 and 8, it again appeared to her in the &s;ame manner; and &s;aid, <HI>Do you remember what I &s;aid?</HI> And &s;he An&s;wer'd, <HI>Yes,</HI> Then the Spirit &s;aid, <HI>Do you believe it?</HI> And &s;he An&s;wer'd, <HI>Yes.</HI> Then the Apparition &s;aid; <HI>And have you told him?</HI> And &s;he An&s;wered, <HI>No,</HI> then immediately it appear'd in a more terrible &s;hape, and with a more har&s;h Voice, &s;aid; <HI>Tell it,</HI> James <HI>D. of M. from me, and bid him not go to</HI> Wapping; And then it vani&s;ht through the Key-hole.</P>
<P N="3">III. That on <HI>Jan.</HI> 31. (being the day kept in remem|brance of the late Kings Martyrdom) about the hour of 3 in the afternoon, it again appear'd, and askt her. <HI>Have you fasted to day?</HI> And &s;he an&s;wer'd, <HI>No.</HI> The Spirit &s;aid, <HI>'Tis well,</HI> and &s;o Vani&s;ht.</P>
<P N="4">IV. That on <HI>Feb.</HI> 1. about the hour of 11. at night it appear'd again, and &s;aid to her; <HI>Tell</HI> James <HI>D.</HI> of M. But &s;he interrupted the Spirit, and &s;aid, <HI>He is here, don't you &s;ee him? tell him your &s;elf? we are all alone.</HI> The Spirit thought it uncivil to be interrupted, and took Pett and vani&s;ht.</P>
<P N="5">V. That on <HI>Feb.</HI> 2. about 2 of the Clock Afternoon, &s;he heard the &s;ame Spirit, but &s;uppos'd that its being affronted the la&s;t time, occa&s;ion'd its not appearing again; But it talkt invi&s;ibly to her a great while, making &s;everal &s;tops and pau&s;es; and then beginning again very incoherently: The Words (its &s;aid her Ladi&s;hips &s;ays) &s;he writ down, which are the&s;e <HI>(viz.) Bid</HI> James <HI>D. of M. go to the Tower, and venture the</HI> Lyons, <HI>old</HI> Charles <HI>won't now hurt him. Tell him he has di&s;covered the weakne&s;s of his Party, in Petitioning with but</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">5. <HI>after him. He has more Followers I am &s;ure, and as good company attend him to</HI> Hedg-lane <HI>from a City</HI> Club, <HI>or a Treat at</HI> Wapping- <HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2 letters"> Bid all the Lords you know have a care of Petitioning, unle&s;s they are di&s;oblig'd per&s;ons. Tell my Lord</HI> St. <HI>his Wife keeps her Bed, Bid</HI> Sh. <HI>have a care of his Spiggot; for if he is Tapt all the</HI> Plot <HI>will run out. The</HI> Blazing &s;tar <HI>will again appear, the</HI> 21th. <HI>of</HI> March. <HI>De&s;truction is near. if Settlement does not come. And if we have not Peace, we &s;hall be in danger of War. I am the</HI> Hatfield <HI>Spirit, and return to haunting the Hou&s;e of my Landlord the E. of</HI> Sal. This &s;aid, it vani&s;ht, and was never heard of more.</P>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Tom Ro&s;s</HI>'s Gho&s;t to his Pupil the <HI>D.</HI> of <HI>M.</HI></HEAD>
<L>SHame of my Life, Di&s;turber of my Tomb,</L>
<L>Ba&s;e as thy Mothers Pro&s;tituted Womb;</L>
<L>Huffiing to Cowards, fawning to the Brave,</L>
<L>To Knaves a Fool, to credulous Fools a Knave,</L>
<L>The King's Betrayer, and the Peoples Slave,</L>
<L>Like SAM&V;EL at the Necromantick Call,</L>
<L>I ri&s;e to tell Thee, <HI>God hath left thee,</HI> SA&V;L?</L>
<L>I &s;trive in vain the <HI>Infected Blood</HI> to cure,</L>
<L>Streams will run muddy where the Spring's Impure.</L>
<L>In all your Meritorious Life we &s;ee</L>
<L>Old <HI>TAAFS</HI> invincible Sobriety.</L>
<L>Places of <HI>Ma&s;ter of the Hor&s;e</HI> and <HI>Spy,</HI></L>
<L>You (like <HI>Tom Howard</HI>) did at one &s;upply:</L>
<L>From SIDNEYS Blood, your Loyalty did &s;pring;</L>
<L>You &s;hew us all your Fathers but the KING,</L>
<L>From who&s;e too tender and too bounteous arms,</L>
<L>(&V;nhappy He who &s;uch a Viper Warms</L>
<L>As Dutiful a Subject as a Son)</L>
<L>To your true Parents the whole Town you run:</L>
<L>Read if you can, how th' old Apo&s;tate fell,</L>
<L>Out-do his Pride, and Merit more than Hell:</L>
<L>Both he and you were gloriou&s;ly bright,</L>
<L>The fir&s;t and pure&s;t of the Sons of Light:</L>
<L>But when like Him you offred at the Crown</L>
<L>Like Him your angry Father kickt you down.</L>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The <HI>Oxford</HI> Aldermans Speech to his Grace the <HI>D.</HI> of <HI>M.</HI> at his Entrance into that City about <HI>Sept.</HI> 1680.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STtout <HI>Hannibal,</HI> before He came to Age,</L>
<L>Perpetual Wars with <HI>Rome</HI> was forc'd to Wage!</L>
<L>YO&V; lead &V;s to &s;uch Wars; O Happy We!</L>
<L>Great Prince! YO&V; are a Soldier good as He:</L>
<L>Though &s;ome will &s;ay (to give the Devil his due,)</L>
<L>HE was as good a Prote&s;tant as YO&V;.</L>
<L>YO&V; to that Whore of Whores, the Whore of <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>Devoted from your own fair Mothers Womb;</L>
<L>Though in the Schools of <HI>Je&s;uits</HI> true bred,</L>
<L>YO&V; &s;corn'd to learn of Them to Write or Read.</L>
<L>A <HI>Prote&s;tant!</HI> (the more to be Admir'd,)</L>
<L>That never were In&s;tructed, but In&s;pir'd.)</L>
<L>So unconcern'd from Popery You pa&s;s,</L>
<L>No &V;&s;e of &V;nder&s;tanding in the Ca&s;e.</L>
<L>True <HI>Intere&s;t</HI> (that all other thing, o'repowers),</L>
<L>And Generous Indignation made YO&V; Ours.</L>
<L>Even &s;o in <HI>Spain</HI> to <HI>Ma&s;s</HI> come Trading <HI>Jews,</HI></L>
<L>Ca&s;t Drabs turn <HI>Quakers</HI> but to &s;pite the <HI>Stews.</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Fears</HI> and <HI>Jealou&s;ies</HI> YO&V; We &s;corn,</L>
<L>That are &s;o true a Son of Honour Born;</L>
<L>And &s;ince have made both <HI>Gog</HI> and <HI>Magog</HI> bleed,</L>
<L>Act but the Demagogue, You'l do the Deed:</L>
<L>You'l <HI>Dam</HI> and <HI>Ram</HI> proud <HI>Antichri&s;t</HI> to Hell;</L>
<L>But for him fir&s;t to Work One Miracle.</L>
<L>He that with Four hard Words and One Grave Nod,</L>
<L>Turns an In&s;ipid <HI>Wafer</HI> into <HI>God;</HI></L>
<L>Were YO&V; a Dough-bak'd <HI>Duke,</HI> with le&s;s <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ado,</L>
<L>To <HI>Prince of Wales</HI> might Tran&s;ub&s;tantiate YO&V;.</L>
<L>Do YO&V; but &s;ay't, We'll Swear that You are &s;o,</L>
<L>And rather Ki&s;s Your <HI>Hand,</HI> than Ki&s;s his <HI>Toe:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Re&s;olv'd, Re&s;olv'd.</HI> It mu&s;t not be gain&s;aid;</L>
<L>Faith We'll believe Your Mother was a Maid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why &s;hould You think <HI>Ambition</HI> any Crime?</L>
<L>We'll make You <HI>Duke of Venice</HI> in good time:</L>
<L>Or, if YO&V; &s;cruple to &V;&s;urp the Crown;</L>
<L>Having once Rais'd &V;S, YO&V; may then &s;it down.</L>
<L>YO&V;, or Your Friends &s;hall have the foremo&s;t Place;</L>
<L>Perhaps We'll joyn Sir <HI>A&mdash;&s;t&mdash;g</HI> with Your <HI>Grace:</HI></L>
<L>Whether YO&V; Reign, or HE, it's all One,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Alexander's</HI> Dear <HI>Hephe&s;tion.</HI></L>
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<L>But When YO&V; come to Reap the&s;e Goodly Fruits,</L>
<L>Sweet Sir, Remember The&s;e Our Humble Suits,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fir&s;t, <HI>Let the&s;e Lordly</HI> Bi&s;hops <HI>go to Pot;</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis plain their Lord&s;hips all are in the PLOT,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They hold none lawful Heirs, but lawfully begot,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our</HI> Common-Wealth<HI>'s a Ca&s;tle in the Air,</HI></L>
<L><HI>If we pray for</HI> KING <HI>in</HI> Common-Prayer.</L>
<L><HI>The&s;e paltry Schollars, bla&s;t Them with one breath,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or They'l Rhime your</HI> Grace <HI>and</HI> &V;s <HI>to Death.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then O Brave We! then Hei for our good Town!</L>
<L>Then up go WE when Wit and Sen&s;e go down.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The GHOST of the Late PARLIAMENT, to the New one to Meet at <HI>Oxford.</HI></HEAD>
<L>FRom Deepe&s;t Dungeon of Eternal Night,</L>
<L>The Seats of Horror, Sorrow, Pains and Spight.</L>
<L>I have been &s;ent to tell Your Tender Youth</L>
<L>A Sea&s;onable and Important Truth!</L>
<L>I feel, (but Oh too late,) that no Di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Is like the Surfeit of Luxurious Ea&s;e;</L>
<L>And of all other, the mo&s;t tempting Things.</L>
<L>Are too much Wealth, and too Indulgent Kings.</L>
<L>None ever was Suparlatively Ill,</L>
<L>But by Degrees, Indu&s;try and Skill:</L>
<L>And &s;ome, who&s;e Meaning hath at fir&s;t been fair;</L>
<L>Grow Knaves by U&s;e, and Rebels by de&s;pair.</L>
<L>My Time is pa&s;t, and Yours will &s;oon begin,</L>
<L>Keep your Fir&s;t Blo&s;&s;oms from the bla&s;t of <HI>Sin;</HI></L>
<L>And by the Fate of my Tumultuous Ways,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erve Your &s;elves, and bring <HI>Serener Days.</HI></L>
<L>The bui&s;y &s;ubtil <HI>Serpents of the Law,</HI></L>
<L>Did fir&s;t my Mind from true Obedience draw,</L>
<L>While I did Limits to the <HI>KING</HI> Pre&s;cribe,</L>
<L>And took for <HI>Oracles</HI> that <HI>Canting Tribe;</HI></L>
<L>I chang'd True Freedom for the Name of Free,</L>
<L>And grew <HI>Seditious</HI> for Variety.</L>
<L>All that oppos'd me were to be accus'd,</L>
<L>And, by the Laws Illegally Abus'd.</L>
<L>The Robe was &s;ummon'd <HI>M&mdash;d</HI> in the Head,</L>
<L>In Legal Murder, none &s;o deeply read:</L>
<L>I brought him to the Bar, where once He &s;tood;</L>
<L>Stain'd with the (yet Un-expiated) Blood</L>
<L>Of the brave <HI>Strafford,</HI> when Three Kingdoms rung</L>
<L>With his Accumulative Hackney Tongue.</L>
<L>Pri&s;oners and Witne&s;&s;es were waiting by,</L>
<L>The&s;e had been taught to <HI>Swear</HI> and tho&s;e to Dy;</L>
<L>And to expect their <HI>Arbitrary Fates,</HI></L>
<L>Some for <HI>Ill Faces,</HI> &s;ome for <HI>Good Estates:</HI></L>
<L>To fright the People and Alarm the Town,</L>
<L><HI>B.</HI> <GAP DESC="blank"> and O. <GAP DESC="blank"> Imploy'd the Reverend Gown:</L>
<L>But while the <HI>Tripple Mitre</HI> bore the Blame,</L>
<L>The Kings <HI>Three Crowns</HI> were all their Aim.</L>
<L>I &s;eem'd, (and did but &s;cem) to fear the <HI>Guards,</HI></L>
<L>And took for mine the <HI>B.</HI> <GAP DESC="blank"> and the <HI>W&mdash;s,</HI></L>
<L>Anti-monartick Heriticks of <HI>State,</HI></L>
<L>Immoral Athei&s;ts, Rich and Reprobate-</L>
<L>But above all, <HI>I</HI> got a little Guide,</L>
<L>Who every Foard of Villany had Try'd;</L>
<L>None knew &s;o well the Old Pernicious way,</L>
<L>To Ruin Subjects and make KINGS Obey;</L>
<L>And my &s;mall <HI>Jehu</HI> at a furious Rate,</L>
<L>Was driving <HI>Eighty</HI> back to <HI>Forty Eight.</HI></L>
<L>This the King knew, and was Re&s;olv'd to bear;</L>
<L>But I mi&s;took his <HI>Patience</HI> for his <HI>Fear.</HI></L>
<L>All that this <HI>Happy I&s;land</HI> could afford,</L>
<L>Was Sacrific'd to my Voluptuous Baord.</L>
<L>In his whole Paradice One only Tree</L>
<L>He had Excepted by a &s;trict Decree;</L>
<L>A <HI>Sacred Tree</HI> which <HI>Royal Fruit</HI> did bear,</L>
<L>Yet It in pieces I Con&s;pir'd to Tear;</L>
<L>Beware my Child, <HI>Divinity</HI> is there.</L>
<L>This &s;o Out-did all I had done before,</L>
<L>I could Attempt, and He endure no more.</L>
<L>My Un prepar'd and Un-repenting Breath,</L>
<L>Was &s;natcht away by the &s;wift Hand of Death;</L>
<L>And I (with all my Sins about me) hurl'd,</L>
<L>To th'utter Darkne&s;s of the Lower World:</L>
<L>A Dreadful Place, where You too &s;oon &s;hall &s;ee.</L>
<L>If you believe <HI>Seducers</HI> more than Me.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<DIV2 TYPE="canto">
<HEAD>A <HI>Canto</HI> upon the Miraculous Cure of the <HI>Kings-Evil,</HI> performed by his Grace the <HI>D.</HI> of <HI>M.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AS Popi&s;h Farriers us'd to Pray&punc;</L>
<L>In their own Trade the good St. <HI>L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">y,</HI></L>
<L>The Saint to whom they have Recour&s;e,</L>
<L>As to <HI>Heavens Ma&s;ter of the Hor&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>To him they loudly cry for <HI>Mercy,</HI></L>
<L>On <HI>Ragged Colts that have the Farcy.</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Hacknys Gall'd to Him they Pray,</HI></L>
<L>And Drink dead Drunk upon his Day.</L>
<L>So to his Grace of <HI>Monm.</HI> Trots,</L>
<L>A <HI>Filly Fole that had the Bots.</HI></L>
<L>For &s;till &s;he knew, (and twas no News,)</L>
<L>He keeps the <HI>Mares</HI> though not the <HI>Mews.</HI></L>
<L>But had you &s;een the <HI>Skitti&s;h Jade,</HI></L>
<L>You would have thought her <HI>Drunk or Mad.</HI></L>
<L>For at fir&s;t da&s;h <HI>His Hand &s;he Seiz<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">d,</HI></L>
<L>Much was the <HI>th' Ambitious</HI> Heroe <HI>pleas'd.</HI></L>
<L>So &s;weetly did <HI>Don Quixot</HI> Grin;</L>
<L>When the <HI>Maid Marrian of the Inn,</HI></L>
<L>He thought was &s;ome <HI>Enchatned Queen.</HI></L>
<L>Askt his <HI>Dead doing Hand to Ki&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>But wat <HI>white Devil Danc't in this?</HI></L>
<L>Some <HI>Fly,</HI> &s;ome <HI>Rat,</HI> or <HI>great Old Pus,</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Spirit Mephostophilus:</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Pug,</HI> that <HI>Paracel&s;us</HI> wore</L>
<L>In <HI>th' Pumel of his Sword before;</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Healing Vertue,</HI> That as rare is,</L>
<L>Is &s;ent <HI>His Grace by's Aunt of</HI> Fairyes.</L>
<L>Who Aids him thus in <HI>Hugger mugger,</HI></L>
<L>So did <HI>Doll Common Abel Drugger.</HI></L>
<L>Some <HI>&s;weaty Devil in his Palm,</HI></L>
<L>Transfu&s;es <HI>Brine instead of Balm.</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Brine</HI> you know <HI>is good for th' Itch,</HI></L>
<L>In any <HI>Mangy Dog or Bitch:</HI></L>
<L>Long in his Fi&s;t the <HI>Leprous Drab,</HI></L>
<L>Paddles and pores <HI>familiar Scab.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Witch her Dam</HI> had &s;et her Fancy,</L>
<L>A gog upon this <HI>Chyromancy;</HI></L>
<L>To view each Line <HI>the Hag Importunes.</HI></L>
<L>And thus <HI>Young Gip&s;ie reads his Fortunes.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Men of</HI> We&s;tmin&s;ter <HI>&s;hall pa&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>High Votes in Honour of your Grace;</HI></L>
<L><HI>No Prayers for fear of the</HI> Black Rod,</L>
<L><HI>They'l Vote (I fear)</HI> No King, No God.</L>
<L><HI>Goeat &s;tickling there &s;hall be for</HI> two,</L>
<L><HI>Pillory'd</HI> Benjamin <HI>and</HI> you.</L>
<L><HI>What will you give me this next Spring,</HI></L>
<L><HI>If then You are not Crown'd a</HI> King,</L>
<L><HI>By</HI> Oates <HI>before we reap next Crop,</HI></L>
<L>Oats <HI>in a Tub will preach you up.</HI></L>
<L><HI>So Sybil</HI> ended her vile Gue&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>And each to other gave their Ble&s;&s;ing.</L>
<L>But O the <HI>Green-&s;ick Girls</HI> may Boa&s;t,</L>
<L>This Duke hath Cur'd them to his Co&s;t.</L>
<L>Though now he cuts his Capers high,</L>
<L>He may with <HI>Fal&s;taff</HI> one day cry,</L>
<L>(When Age hath &s;et him in the <HI>Stocks,</HI>)</L>
<L><HI>A Pox on my Gout, a Gout on my Pox.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet that Fat Knight with all his Guts,</L>
<L>That were not then &s;o &s;weet as Nuts,</L>
<L>Tho oft He boldly fought and winkt,</L>
<L>Led <HI>Harry Monmouth</HI> by In&s;tinct,</L>
<L>Reveres a Buckram Prince of <HI>Wales,</HI></L>
<L>His Great Heart quops, his Courage quails.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Lyon Rampant</HI> is too wi&s;e,</L>
<L>to touch a <HI>Prince,</HI> though in Di&s;gui&s;e:</L>
<L>Much le&s;s a <HI>Prince,</HI> &s;o Kind and Civil,</L>
<L>To Touch a <HI>Kingdom</HI> for <HI>Kings-Evil.</HI></L>
<L>He means to make it (for its Health,)</L>
<L><HI>A Common Whore, a Common-wealth.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;troaker <HI>Graitrix</HI> was a &s;ot,</L>
<L>And all his Feat-Tricks are forgot;</L>
<L>But <HI>Duke Trinculo,</HI> and <HI>Tom Dory,</HI></L>
<L>Will be a Famous Quack in <HI>Story;</HI></L>
<L>Let every <HI>Scabby City Cuckow,</HI></L>
<L>Fly into Your <HI>Hedge-lane</HI> to look You,</L>
<L>If <HI>Seven Sons</HI> do Things &s;o Rare,</L>
<L>In You <HI>Seven-fathers</HI> have a &s;hare.</L>
<L>Shew us &s;ome more of the&s;e fine Mocks,</L>
<L>Shew your <HI>Black Art,</HI> &s;hew your <HI>Black Box.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis thought you've there &s;ome pure Receipt.</L>
<L>Great <HI>Mountebank</HI> of our &s;ick State.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Your <HI>Zany,</HI> who this Cure reveals,</L>
<L>Tells us in <HI>March</HI> your Highne&s;s heals.</L>
</LG>
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