The Sun.
London, England, 1866-07-17 00:00:00

MARKETS.'—This Day.

SMITHFIELD.—OId meadow hay, £4 Os to .C 6 6s new
do., .£3 108 to £4 15s ;
° -C'over, £5 Os to 17 Os Ode; new
do., X,l Os to £5 ss; and straw, .C 2 Os to £2 lOs per load
Trade steady.

CUMBERLAND.—OId meadow hay, £4 Os to £6 108 Od;
new do., £3 lOs to 4115 s ; old clover, £5 Os to £7 7s Od ;
new do., £4 Os to £5 ss;
load. A good demand. and straw,
WHITECHAPEL.—OId mead()w, hay, £4 Os to £6 6s;
new do., £3 lOs to £4 15s ; old clover, £5 Os to £7 Os Od ;
now do., £4 Os to £5 5s ; and.£2 Os to £2 lOs per
load. Trade firm. straw, £2 Os to £2 10s per

TEA.—Business has reOLmained very CONIAL
quiet without any
change to report in prices. A small quantity of Indian
and Assam is announced for public salt) to-day.
SUGAIL—A moderate business has been done, and late
rates are in most instances well maintained. In refined
goods there has been a fair amount of business reported, at
steady rates.
COFFEE.—Thom has been a good demand for both Plan-
tation and native Ceylon, superior qualities of which have
brought full rates.

SALTPETRE.—There RIM—Only a limited business has been transacted in
soft grain description; at slightly reduced prices.
the private market quotations are unaltered.
TALLOW.—The market has remained very inactive, and
prices in all
on the spot is quoted 445, August and September 43s 6d,
and last three months 46s 3d per cwt.
have been
slightly given gpiuvbenliewsa:.; Pan.Yd.Cin.

CHILD MURDER.--At the assizes held at Salisbury
yesterday, before Mr. Justice Bylcs, Emily Dimmer,
21, described as a servant, was indicted for the wilful mur-
der of her illegitimate infant, by throwing it into a river at
Salisbury on the 3d Nov. last. The jury returned a ver-
vict of guilty, accompanied by a strong- recommendation to
mercy. Sentence of death was passed,
warded to the proper quarter but the learned
judge said the recommendation of the jury should bo for-
Without delay.

LATEST INTELLIO-ENCE.

(REUTEn's TELEGRAMS.)

THE WAR IN GERMANY.
PRUSSIAN HEAD QUARTERS, BRUNN,
July 15, 9 a.m.
The 6th Division left here at 4 a.m. to-day, to
occupy the railway junction at Lundenburg, in or-
der to break off the communication between Olmutz

and Vienna.
The sth Division attended Divine Service this
morning, in presence of the King. This division
will remain here for the present.
The Second Army is following the Austrians from
Olmutz. The latter are falling back on the other
side of the river March, in the direction of Presburg.
The Army of the Elbe, advancing from Iglau,
has already arrived at Znaym.
The 7th Division is now following the 6th Divi-
sion to Lundenburg.

EISENACII, July 17.

According to details received here, the Darmstadt
Division attacked the Groben Division on the 13th
inst., near Lanfach, but was repulsed with great
loss by the Wrangel Brigade, which had come up to
reinforce the Groben Division. The Goben Division
was vigorously attacked on the following day by the
united Austrian, Darmstadt, and Electoral Hessian
forces. The Prussians, however, stormed Aschaf-
fenburg, and the Federals were driven back across
the Maine. Many Austrians were taken prisoners.
The Prussian loss was small.

BRUNN, July 16.
Since the 13th inst. the Austrians have been
withdrawing, hard pressed, behind the Taya,
towards Vienna. They are evacuating Moravia
without attempting to make any resistance.
The Burgomaster of Brunn has addressed a tran-
quillising proclamation to the inhabitans, in which
he draws their attention to the severe discipline pre-
vailing amongst the Prussian troops.
The Austrians commenced a partial evacuation
of Olmutz on Sunday last. The vanguard of the
Elbe Arley occupied Zuaim on Saturday without
meeting with any opposition. To-morrow the
whole army will cross the Taga and occupy
Lundeyburg. The royal head-quarters will remain
here.

(OFFICIAL.)

BERLIN, July 16,

The enemy has destroyed the communication on
the Dresden and Prague and Zittau and Prague
Railways between Turnau and Kralup, but it is now
being re-established.
The bridge over the Iser near Podol has been re-
stored.

The Prussians found 20 locomotives and 2,000

railway carriages at Prague.
M. Benedetti, the French Ambassador, and the
Count de Barral, Italian Minister at Berlin, have
accompanied the King to the Prussian head-quar-
ters at Brunn.

Negotiations arc in progress for a truce of three
days, and not for an armistice.

PRUSSIAN HEAD-QUARTERS, BEUNN,
July 16.

A successful engagement took place yesterday
before Olmutz between the Prussians under the
command of the Crown Prince and the Austrians
and Saxons. The Prussians captured six guns.
Other engagements are expected to take place to-
morrow between the First Prussian Army Corps
and the Austrian forces now withdrawing from
Olmutz.

General Benedek, who has been relieved from
his function as Commander-in-Chief of the Nor-
thern Army, remains Commander of an Army
Corps. An attaché of AL Benedetti, the French
Ambassador at Berlin, left here on the 14th for
Vienna.

The railway between Prague and Bruun is being
employed for military transports.

PRUSSIA AND THE NORTH SEA PORTS.
SOUTHAMPTON, Tuesday.
The North German Lloyd steamer Hansa arrived
early this morning from Bremen, and leaves on
Wednesday, with mails for New York.
She brings intelligence that the Prussians took
formal possession on Saturday of the Hanoverian
port, Geestemunde, near Bremen, in the presence
of Prussian and Hanoverian Commissioners, and it
is supposed that Geestemunde will at once be made
a Prussian naval port.

ITALY.
FLORENCE, July 16, Evening.

The Ministers Ricasoli, Depretis, and Borgatte
have been re-elected members of the Chamber of

Deputies.

CAPE OF GOOD HOPE.

PLYMOUTH, July 17.

The Union Company's steamer Briton from the
Cape has arrived here. Her dates are—Cape of
Good Hope, 13th June ; St. Helena, 21st ; and
Ascension, 25th. She brings 90 passengers, 1 pack-
age of specie, 1,300 bags of copper ore, 980 bales of
wool, 800 hides, 150 cases aloes, 31 tusks ivory, 12
cases ostrich feathers, 12 casks of wine, and 1 case
rhinoceros horns.

At the Cape the principal political event of the
month had been the election of the new members of
the Legislative Council in accordance with the pro-
visions of the Annexation and Representation Act
of last session. Messrs. J. C. Chase, D. H. Ken-
nelly, and R. J. Painter were returned for the eas-
tern province, and Messrs. Hare, Barry, and Dr.
Abercrombie for the western. There was a strong
feeling evinced in the colony by these elections for
responsible government.
The Kaffrarians still regarded their annexation
with great disfavour, but were gradually adjusting
themselves to the order of government.
Her Majesty's ship Valorous returned to the
Cape on May 18th from taking formal possession,
for the Imperial Government, of the unclaimed
guano islands at the northern extremity of the
colony. Penguin harbour, the Mercury islands,
and Ichaboe are now in the absolute possession of
the British Government.

The peace between the Orange Free State and

the Basutos was being faithfully adhered to on
both sides, but the Basutos were dissatisfied on
the ground that too much of their territory had been
ceded, and that they had not sufficient left to live
upon.

The Norseman had arrived out June 11th. Capt.
Kidsdale, of the Natal, was drowned, having fell
overboard as his vessel was going into Table Bay.

STRANDING OF A LIVERPOOL SIIIP.—(ARKLOW,
IRELAND, Saturday.)—At 8 R.M. this day (writes Dr.
L'Estrange). a vessel was observed to be aground on the
Glasgorman Bank, six miles south of Arklow. The life-
boat of the National Lifeboat Institution was immediately
manned and launched, and proceeded to the ship, which
she reached about 10 a.m. The vessel proved to be the
barque Colonist, of Liverpool, 594 tons, John Gifford
master, bound for Liverpool from Quebec, with timber.
On the arrival of the boat the vessel's crew was found not
to be in immediate danger, but her captain handed to the
coxswain a telegram to the owners for tug assistance, which
was duly forwarded to Liverpool. The boat returned to
Arklow at 2.15 p.m. She is named the Arundel Vonables,
the cost of the boat having been bequeathed to the insti-
tution by the late T. A. Venal)les, Esq., of Worcester.
A swimming match for £25 a side took place on
the Serpentine yesterday morning between David Pamplin
coaci Henry Coulter, the former winning by four garde.

LITERATURE.

Charles Lamb; his Friends, his Haunts, and his
Books. By Percy Fitzgerald. One vol., pp. 229.
Richard Bentley.
Anything relating to Charles Lamb is dearly
welcome to us. He is one of those delightful crea-
tures whom we don't simply admire, but take into our
very hearts—yea, as Hamlet has it, into our heart
of hearts All his little whims and oddities have a
value for us. A stray anecdote, in any way, how-
ever remotely, having reference to him—we snatch
at as at no mere unconsidered trifle. Quips and
cranks of his—quaint odd sayings dropped by him,
quite casually, and picked up (happily) by some-
body else (it matters not by whom)—are for us
as might have been some of that treasure trove
that we may suppose to have been littered
in the trail of the delectable princess in the
fairy tale, who was in the habit of prattling pre-
cious stones —pearls of fancy and diamonds of wit
pattering and sparkling about her skirts as she
moved. A more pretentious life of our beloved
Elia, than any that has hitherto made its appear-
ance is understood to be just now upon the eve
of publication. In the meanwhile, here, in this
really charming volume compiled by Mr. Percy Fitz-
gerald, we have a work of no especial preten-
tion, it is true, but for all that one that is
very heartily to be greeted, even as though it came
to us heralded by a well-deserved flourish of trum-
pets, by way of reawakening our interest in the
various personal belongings and social surroundings
of one of the most innocent-hearted and bright-
eyed humorists that ever adorned our national and
indigenous English Literature. Young though he
is, Mr. Percy Fitzgerald himself has already done
good service to the reading public in more than one
department of that same chequered world of our
English Literature. As a Novelist he won his
spurs sometime since, it may be remembered, with
the device of " Belladonna" upon his shield, and
with her colours fluttering at his crest. In " Never
Forgotten " he justified our hopes in regard to his
rising reputation by the felicitous conception (so
admirably well realised !) of that fribbling captain
—Captain Fertnor—who was the hero of that
narrative of " Never Forgotten" at its commence-
ment, and its victim at its close. "Without par-
ticularising one after another the various books
Mr. Percy Fitzgerald, we
already penned by
must at least indulge ourselves with one passing
reference, here, to the tale he has last been telling
us all with such really admirable effect in Charles
Dickens's All the Year Round—the tale that is there,
we now regret to remember, fast drawing towards
its conclusion—meaning his story about " The Second
Mrs. Tillotson." While in Tillotson himself, we
can't, for the life of us, help recognising somehow
a good deal of the weak whimpering nature that is
throughout the scorn even of that sullen cub of a fellow
Ross, we cannot but accord the highest praise to Mr.
Fitzgerald's creation of another character, another
Captain, the Captain—that dear old Torn, in the
" shoeperfine double-milled frock," and the shovel
hat, with his " well-rayshured " chin, and his
whiskers curled into barrels by his French irons,
and his delicate consideration always for " the
creatures," as he tenderly calls the women generi-
cally—a charming character, that is most charm-
ingly and consistently sustained throughout. Turn-
ing, however, from this purely incidental re-
ference, by the way, to the purely imaginative
works already produced by Mr. Percy Fitz-
gerald, turning from these to other works by
him of a biographically anecdotal character, we
would here content ourselves with remarking, at
once, in regard to the latter, en passant that
precisely as " Dr. Dodd" was ill chosen by him,
Charles Lamb has been admirably well chosen as
the subject of one of those memorial portrai-
tures. Passing by the Unfortunate—or, as we
would far rather call him, theNotorious--Dr. Dodd,
the once fashionable macaroni-parson, who for the
crime of forgery died the death towards the close of
the last century by the hands of the common hang-
man—passing by that wretched Dr. Dodd as a per-
son wholly without, or apart from, our sympathies,
we cannot but turn our regard at once with eager
readiness towards the widely contrasting theme
here chosen—that is to say, to the Friends,
the Haunts, and the Books of Charles Lamb—a
very small poet, but a very great humorist. His
Friends were all of them choice ; so, too, were
his books—a goodly proportion of which may be
set down as black-letter. What in effect was it
that once upon a time remarked one of Elia's
friends (Leigh Hunt) about one of Elia's books
(Chapman's " Homer") ? Mr. Fitzgerald has
chosen this remark of Leontius for the motto to his
present volume--" And thought," quoth Leigh
Hunt, " bow natural it was in C. L. to give a kiss
to an old folio, as I once saw him do to Chapman's
Homer." Unique and delightful being, Elia is called
by his new celebrant in the very first line of the
very first page of this his latest celebration. And
precisely that, was Elia—namely-_" unique and
delightful." Hardly anything, by the way, that is
perfectly new, in illustration of Charles Lamb's his-
tory and character, will be found in these leaves
dedicated to the pleasant task of delineating both
by the genial hand of Percy Fitzgerald. The great
majority of the facts here grouped together, indeed,
we were already perfectly familiar with. Nay, the best
things in the whole volume, and we say this without
any disparagement at all to the bulk of the narrative
as it has been here penned by Mr. Fitzgerald, the
compiler borrows (with all honourable acknowledg-
ment, it should be observed) from other sources.
Instance this the subjoined koh-i-noor of fun--
fun running into the most deliciously ridiculous
ultra-extravagance—borrowed from another book,
(and a book, too, that Mr. Fitzgerald takes occasion
rather ungratefully to depreciate)—this exquisite
morceau being in point of fact simply an off-hand
letter scrawled by Charles Lamb on the spur of the
moment, and addressed by him to P. G. Patmore.
Read it—every word of it—those who love a laugh ;
and read it without laughing—if you can ! " Dear
P.," writes Charles Lamb, in this wonderfully absurd
letter, under date (ridiculously) " Londres, July 19,
1827" :

"Dear P.—l am so poorly! I have been to a funeral,
where I made a pun, to the consternation of the rest of the
mourners. And we had wine. I can't describe to you the
howl which the widow set up at proper intervals. Dash
could, for it was not unlike what he makes
Dash is frightful this morning. He whines and whines
and stands up on his hind legs. He misses Becky, who
is gone to town. I took him to Barnet the other day,
and he could'nt eat his victuals after it. Pray God his
intellects be not slipping. Mary is gone out for some soles,
I suppose it's no use to ask you to come and partake of
'em ; else there's a steam vessel . . . . Oh, I am so
poorly! I waked it at my cousin's the bookbinder's, who
is now with God; or if he is not, it's no fault of mine. We
hope the Frank wines do not disagree with Mrs. Patmore.
By the way, I like her. Did you ever taste frogs ? Got them
if you can. They are like Lilliput rabbits, only a thought
nicer. Lord, how sick I am !—not of the world, but of the
widow's shrub. She was sworn under £6,000, but I think
she perjured herself. She howls in E la, and I comfort her
in B flat. You understand music ? If you haven't got
Massinger, you have nothing to do but to go to the first bib-
liotheque you can light upon at Boulogno, and ask for it
(Gifford's edition), and if they haven't got it, you can have
Athalie, par Monsieur Racine, and make the best of it. But
that Old Law"s delicious. No shrimps' (That's in
answer to Mary's question about how the solos aro to be
done.) I am uncertain where this wandering letter may
reach you. What do you mean by Posto Restanto, God
knows. Do you mean I must pay the postage? So I do, to
Dover. We had a merry passage with the widow at Doctor's
Commons. She was howling—part howling and part giVing
directions to the proctor—when crash ! down went my
sister through a crazy chair, and made the clerks grin, and
I grinned, and the widow tittered—and then I knew that she
was not inconsolable. Mary was more frightened than hurt.
She'd make a good match for anybody (by she, I mean
the widow).
'lf ho bring but a relict away
He is happy, nor hoard to compIain.'—SIIENSTONE.
Proctor has got a won growing out at the nape of his neck,
which his wife wants him to have cut off ; but I think it
rather an agreeable excrescence—like his poetry—redun-
dant. Hone has hanged himself for debt. Godwin was
taken up for picking pockets. Becky takes to bad courses.
Her father was blown up in a steam machine. The coroner
found it insanity. 1 should not like him to sit on my letter.
Do you observe my direction ? Is it Gallic ?—Classical ?
Do try and got some frogs. You must ask for grenouilles'
(green-eels). They don't understand frogP,' though it's a
common phrase With us. If you go through Bulloign (Bou-
logno)
inquire if old Godfrey is living, and how he got
home from the Crusades. He must be a very old man now. ,
If there ie anything new in politics or literature inFrauce,

keep it till I see you again, for I'm in no hurry. Chatty
Bryant (Chateaubriand) is well, I hope. I think I have no
more news ; only give both our loves (' all three,' says
Dash) to Mrs. Patmore, and bid her got well, as I am at
present, bating qualms, and the grief incident to losing a
valuable relation."
Can anything be more ridiculous ?—particularly in
the irrelevancies ! As a compilation, the volume,
into which this letter of Lamb's has been (happily)
quoted, is altogether delightfully acceptable, and
no less delightfully readable all through. As a col-
lection of reminiscenses of Charles Lamb, it is more-
over worthy of preservation. It is a book of
Eliana. And it is none the less interesting as such,
because of the sprinkling of illustrations to be found
sparsely scattered among the letterpress. The
frontispiece, for example, is a ludicrous facsimile of
that absurd caricature-likeness of Charles Lamb,
" scratched on copper from life in 1825 by his
friend Brook Fulham," the original being now in
the possession of Mr. J. C. Ilotten of Piccadilly.
Opposite p. 128, again, there is another facsimile—
but this time it is a facsimile of Elia's handwriting.
Two other engraved portraits of Charles Lamb,
there are in the volume besides the caricature fron-
tispiece. Opposite p. 28 there is a comely plump
profile of him as he appeased in 1796. Opposite
p. 170 there is another profile of him, of a later date,
with a noble head and face—a face, that in our eyes is
nothing less than acquilinely handsome. The fault of
the book—for one great fault it has, and a fault that
we are especially anxious to particularise, because
it is one that might very readily be eliminated from
a subsequent edition—is the result apparently of
either the exceeding haste or the excessive careless-
ness with which the materials accumulated by Mr.
Percy Fitzgerald, have been afterwards by him
grouped or strung together. Tho fault we allude
to, is one of perpetual repetition. 'What we read on
one pare we read (often in precisely the same
terms) upon another, and another, and
another. For example, not content with
giving on p. iv., as a motto, Leigh llunt's remark
about the kissing of the folio (already specified) Mr.
Fitzgerald must needs tell us again as soon
afterwards as on p. 11, "That was a very charming
trait of Charles Lamb found in one of Hunt's
' Indicators,' and worth whole pages of descrip-
tion: 'thought how natural it was in Charles Lamb
to give a kiss," &c.,—the same words all over again.
Similarly— having remarked in Preface, p. vi, S o
with Lamb. His is a character about :which we
should love to know everything. There the species
is nearly the genus." Mr. Fitzgerald must take oc-
casion no later on than p. 2 to observe, " of writ-
ings so unique of their kind, where the species, as
he himself said of a book, is the whole genus"—
and, not content even with that enforcement of the
same text, he must actually reiterate it at p. 25.—
"It (the original edition of Elia) was scarce in 1834
when Lamb was alive, and even then the species
was almost the genus.' " At p. 2, again, we read
of Lamb's folios —" My midnight darlings,' as he
called them so pathetically—' those huge armfuls.'"
And no further on than p. 24 we have those
same folios alluded to all over again as " a
good armful notion." At p. 3we have mention
of " dear silly old angel Fuller—at p. 74
we have mention again of the " golden works
of the dear, fine, silly old angel Fuller"—and
yet again at p. 166 of Fuller—the dear, foolish old
angel !" 7 wice we have mention of Elia's sitting
on a doorstep with a friend's little girl to see Punch
performed—the friend's little girl, at first men-
tioned thus vaguely, being explained on the re-
petition of the story at p. 213 to have been a
daughter of Sheridan Knowles. Thrice we have
reproachful reference made to the later editions of

Burton's Anatomy as mere winding sheets—at p. 6
" Old Burton in a winding sheet of the latest
edition"—at p. 25 (about old Burton) 64 What need

was there of unearthing the bones of that fantastic

old great man to expose them in a winding sheet of
the newest fashion"--at p. 200, " What need was
there"—&c., &c.—all over again ! Nay, not less
than Four distinct times do we find mention made,
literally usque ad nauseam, of Charles Lamb's dis-
taste for the octavo editions of Beaumont aal
Fletcher-Ist, at p. 6, where we find him ex-
pressing his humorous repugnance to the octavo
editions of Beaumont and Fletcher-2dly, at p. 24,
" I cannot read Beaumont and Fletcher but in folio ;
the octavo editions are painful to look at"—after-
wards, at p. 74, " ' I have no sympathy with them,'
he might have added, as he did in the instance of
of the octavo Beaumont and Fletcher"—and after-
wards, actually the fourth time, at p. 200, " I can-

not read Beaumont and Fletcher but in folio. The
octavo editions are painful to look at." Until we
become—and no wonder—heartily sick of read-
ing identically the same thing over and over again
in identically the same words. The book
wants careful revision, in fact,—and, while
that revision is being accorded to it for the
Second Edition (the appearance of which, it is to be
hoped, may not long be delayed), we would strenu-
ously urge upon Mr. Fitzgerald the advisability of
obliterating, together with these and all similar bluffs
and blots in the way of repetition, the whole of the
comparison instituted by him between the " Essays
of Elia" and the " Essays by Boz." Exquisite and
inimitable, as our beloved Elia is—" unique and de-
lightful" as this latest celebrant of his geniushas hap-
pily designated him—it is simply ridiculous to insti-
tute any direct comparison whatever between him

.• _
and the greatest of all our English Humorists,
between Elia and Boz, between Charles Lamb
and Charles Dickens. The " Essays of Elia"
were Lamb's opus magnum. The " Essays by Boz"

were a mere off-shoot of the redundant and multi-

form genius of Dickens. They were the mere pre-
liminary manifestations of that (in his day, also, but
in a far larger sense) " unique and delightful"
genius—the mere tuning of the instruments, so to
speak, that were afterwards to gather so much
strength and compass to themselves in their more

highly-elaborated and artistic performances. The
comparison here alluded to, in point of fact, is
quite out of place, and is, besides that, intrinsically
in itself (we can't help saying it) simply ridiculous.
Otherwise than in these exceptional instances in
the way of errors of taste, of judgment, and of
executive skill on the part of the writer of this,
on the whole, delightful volume about Charles
Lamb, his Friends, his Haunts, and his Books,
the work has a charm or fascination of its own•

We close it reluctantly—putting it by very carefully
on our book-shelves for after reference.

The Tragedy of Charles Lamb's Life.

From a charming paper in the newly-published
number of the Edinburgh Review—[published sub-
sequently to our writing the foregoing criticism]
from a paper in this new number of the Edinburgh
commenting, by anticipation, upon Barry Cornwall's
" Memoir of Charles Lamb," a memoir not yet
published, it is true, though already announced as
finished and preparing for immediate publication-:
we extract the following painfully interesting parti-
culars. Before giving them, however, we would
premise, as especially interesting to the general
reader, that the scene of the dreadful tragedy thus
referred to was one of the houses on the left hand
side going from Holborn down Little Queen-street,
if we remember rightly, at No. 7 :
" The story of his great misfortune is now for the firs!

time wholly told. All whom it would affect are gone, and
there is no further ground for reticence. About the end of
1795, three years after he obtained his appointment, hi°
mother was ill and bed-ridden, his father almost fatuous,
and he himself the inmate of the asylum at Hoxton, whore,
as ho wrote to Coleridge, his head rau upon him, as much
almost as on another person who was the moro immediate
cause of my frenzy.' Who this was is unknown; she re-
mains only the Alice WT.' of his poems, the object of e
passion which might have blossomed into happy fruit but
for the incidents of the next year. He returned home sane.
and the family life went on as usual till the September of
179 G. On the 23d of that month his sister Mary, who had
been for some time ill and meody, was seized just before
dinner with a burst of madness. She seized a case-knife
lying on the table, pursued a little girl (her apprentice)
round the room, hurled about the dinner forks so as to
wound her father in the forehead, and, before Charles
could snatch the knife from her hand, she had stabbed her
mother to the heart. The sad publicity of a trial Nvas
somehow avoided. After the inquest Alary Lamb was re-
moved to an asylum. She rapidly recovered her senses,
and the question came what was then to be done. It seems
to have been easier then than it now is to obtain the libertY
of a dangerous lunatic, for no opposition to her release
seems to have been made by the authorities. When be
coming sane, Mary said, she knew she must go to Beth
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