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Sketches of Brazil ; including New Views on Tro-
pical and European Fever. By Robert Dundas,
M.D. London : Churchill.

More than half a century has now elapsed since
the attention of the medical world was first fixed on
Liverpool by the " Medical Reports" of our distin-
guished townsman, the late Dr. Currie; and, some
forty years ago, the physiological writings of the late
Dr. Carson not only maintained, hut extended, the
reputation conferred on the medical profession of
Liverpool by the classic labours of Dr. Currie.
After the lapse of so many years, another Liverpool
physician, Dr. Dundas, puts forward his claim to
be enrolled with the honourable names of Currie
and Carson ; and, if we are to judge from the deci-
sions of professional authorities of Great Britain,
Ireland, and America, the " mantle" of our celebra-
ted townsmen has descended on no unworthy suc-
cessor. After the opinions so emphatically recorded
by the medical press of this country and America,
any criticism on our part would be supererogatory.
Having, however, perused the work with attention
and interest, we feel bound, in the discharge of a
public duty, to offer some short notice, at least, of
its more novel and important contents. In the first
place, Dr. Dundas takes a new view, altogether, of
those numerous ailments to which Europeans are
subject on their return to this country, after long
residence in warm climates—a question of vast
importance to a numerous class of our imme-
diate community, and one which the extensive
and varied experience of the author, from long
residence in foreign countries, peculiarly qualifies
him to decide. But a still more important question
is broiight forward by Dr.Dundas, as affecting, not
special classes of men, but the whole European
family—that is, the question of typhus fever, its
nature and its treatment. Here Dr. Dundas is
totally at variance with all professional writers, from
the earliestne up to the present day, on the sub-
ject of fever. The universal opinion of the medical
world has been, hitherto, that typhus, or continued
fever, is, like smallpox, a specific disease, and must
run a determinate course, whatever be the treat-
ment. Dr. Dundas is opposed to the almost united
voice of the medical profession ; he altogether de-
nies the specific nature of fever, and insists that, by
adopting- his views and plan of treatment, typhus
fever can he ordinarily arrested within the space
even of a few hours ; and certainly the body of
evidence he offers to this effect appears to be irre-
sistible. His views are supported by the recorded
experience of several general hospitals—St. Tho-
mas's Hospital, London ; the Northern Hospital,
Liverpool ; also by numerous special hospitals, such
as the Liverpool Fever Hospital, the Cork and
Drogheda Fever Hospitals, in Ireland, and by nu-
merous eminent practitioners, who testify to the
originality, the truth, and the vast practical impor-
tance of his doctrines. Should these doctrines be
finally established, Dr. Dundas must undoubtedly
take his place among the distinguished men who
have advanced the " healing art," and be recognised
as a benefactor to the human race. On the seve-
ral interesting notices of Brazil—its climate, men
and manners, and the literary talent displayed
throughout the work, we make no observations :
on these points the reader must judge for himself.
We heartily recommend the work as being one cal-
culated to interest the professional as well as the
non-professional reader. It is divested of all tech-
nicalities, and quite intelligible to the ordinary mind.

Blackwood's Magazine. Edinburgh : Blackwood
and Sons.

This magazine still occupies the proud pre-
eminence among the periodicals of Britain which it
achieved in days when serial literature was less de-
veloped and far less brilliant than it is in 1853. That
character it maintains, too, although nearly all its
contributors during its infancy have passed away.
Where now is Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, he who
sang the sweetest ballads of ballad-haunted Scotia,
and revealed to our gaze, with privileged pen, the
secrets of fairyland ? Where is poor Galt, the no-
velist, the author of " Lawrie Todd," and many a
quaint west-country tale ? Where is the gentle
doctor- of Musselburgh—David Macbeth Moir, a
man who nobly sacrificed inclination at the shrine
of duty, and, by subduing ambition, lived the true
life of the poet ? And, above them all, where is
Scott, the Shakspeare of that glorious throng ? All
these have gone to their rest, and with them many
a fine spirit who, in days gone by, illuminated this
land with the knowledge, and imparted to the
reading world of England the high tone of morality,
which have always formed the distinguishing fea-
tures of the Edinburgh monthly. But let us recol-
lect that the large-souled Christopher North, though
in the vale of years, has still a buoyant spirit and a
responsive pen with which to gladden and instruct.
Then, there is his son-in-law, William Edmonstoune
Aytoun, the clever political writer, the powerful,
honest, and popular poet, and the author of " The
Glenmutchkin Railway." And Sir Archibald Alison,
too, must be remembered, as also must Sir Bulwer
Lytton, the author of one of the finest imaginative
works with which the present novel-reading age has
been furnished. When we glance at these names,
we can scarcely dare to assert that Blackwood, in
1853, is not pervaded by a talent fully equal to that
which it displayed at the beginning of its long and
prosperous career. The present number opens
with a rambling, eloquent disquisition on " The
Garden," which one might suppose to be from
the pen of Professor Wilson. The author
would seem to have a little garden at his
house, near Edinburgh, whither he has now re-
tired to spend the winter of his life. He tells a
good story of a gentleman from the city, who some
time ago visited him, and sought admission to the
garden. The request was gladly granted, and forth-
with the visitor rushed through it as if he had been
bent on "proving by his heels the prowess of his
head," leaving the astonished Professor at the door,
until his return, when he coolly cropped before the
owner's eyes, with fingers most profane and rash, a
flower of a singularly symmetrical antirr-hinum,
severed from its confreres for the purpose of seed-
ing. " Smothering our indignation," says the
Professor, "we led the gentleman back to our par-
lour, and—put into his hand an Edinburgh news-
paper." Listen to that compliment, ye journalists
of Auld Reekie. Several additional chapters of
" Lady Lee's Widowhood" carry the reader into the
heart of the new novel; and these are followed by
something quite as readable, though not fictitious.
" Supplementary Chapters to the History of John
Bull" have reference to the doings of young Squire
Nap, who is planning, with his supporters, to make
an onslaught on old Squire Bull at the earliest oppor-
tunity. And here are many smart hits at the men of
the day, in which, of course, Dick the Unadorned,
and his un-English confreres, receive a severe rebuke.
Lord John Russell figures in this history under the
name of the Juggler, and the story of his difference
and separation from Protocol is admirably told. So
also is Protocors revenge, and the Juggler's preci-
pitation from power, with the accession of Manley
to the office of steward; the Juggler's combination
with Devilsdust, Bendigo, and Hum ; the selection
of new servants, and the re-appointment of the Irish
brigade ; the factious ejection of Manley and Alroy,
vA Squirend
Andrew
the calling in of Sir Andrew Aguecheek b
Bull to take the place of Manley, how Sir
disposes of the Juggler, and how Glossin and he
lay their heads together. We have also a graphic
sketch of how the Coalition Ministry was formed.
" A Glimpse into the Eleusinian Mysteries" is an
entertaining paper on the occult associations which
in every age and country have exercised a peculiar
fascination over the multitude, wielding a mystical
power over nations, from the throned prince to the
meanest vassal.—" The Romance of Mairwara" is a
tale of Indian progress, the scene of which is laid
partly in the Rajpoot country, near the mountain
ridge known by the name of the Arabala or Ara-
vuli hills. The tale is founded on two recently
published works, and will be found wonderfully
solid and instructive for a "romance."—" The Ox-

ford University Commission Report" has called
forth a keen article, in which the writer asserts that
the document I) as "deservedly provoked the strongest
opposition," although it is admitted that many of the
suggestions it contains are " such as we would gladly
see adopted." The remarks are moderate in tone, and
will be listened to, we hope, with that respect which
they so justly merit from both parties.—" Palissy
the Potter" is a resume of Henry Morley's new book,
which is a resuscitation of the almost-forgotten life-
story of Bernard Palissy of Saintes, the famous
potter—than whom no man ever displayed more
worthily the true nobility of labour.—The closing
article is on the " Income-tax Reform," in which
the writer points to the magnitude and difficulty of
the self-imposed task which the parliament and the
people have to fulfil—the task of constructing an
equitable system of direct taxation.

Cocks's 3fusical Miscellany

London : R. Cocks

This month's number contains a long article on
the beneficial influences of

CHEAP CONCERTS

The cafes chantants of Paris are said to have exerted a
ints, Music, &c. very beneficial influence upon the habits of the working-
. Mitchell's, Red- men of that capital. There were those who, in the early
d "to the Editor part of the week, or perhaps on Saturday night, would
will be forwarded lose all their week's earnings at the wine-shop; by the in-
strumentality of a dirty pack of cards. Many of these
now take their wives under their arm to a cheap concert,
and, with the sober refreshment of a bottle of beer, pass a
tolerably rational evening, finding themselves in no way
less fitted for attending to their business on the following
day. The ordinary wines of the country (which, if un-
adulterated, would constitute a drink by no means in-
jurious) are used by the common people of Paris at their
meals ; hut, on occasions similar to those we have been
referring to, the ordinary beverage is bottled beer, effer-
vescent and fresh in the mouth, but not at all of a nature
to intoxicate. This may chance to be varied by the cha-
racteristic Eau sucre'e (that is, two or three lumps of
sugar in a glass of water), which at any rate can do no
harm. Thus the musical mania really affords a salutary
check to brutal vice and destructive habits. The cafes
chantants may not be unexceptionable ; but we shall all
agree that they are better than the wine-shop with the
greasy cards

SERIALS FOR FEBRUARY.—The Christian Fa-
mily Advocate (Whyte and Co., Edinburgh) con-
tains nine articles, which, unlike many of the con-
tributions to our periodical literature, are instruc-
tive as well as readable. An appeal is made in
behalf of a religious magazine recently started in
Spain, by an earnest and devoted Spaniard, who
seems well fitted to awaken his countrymen from
their dead condition.—Hogg's Instructor (James
Hogg, Edinburgh), besides a well-engraved por-
trait of Thomas Babington Macaulay, contains a
lengthy biogranhical and critical sketch of the
distinguished Whig essayist. The most note-
worthy papers are one by De Quincey on " Judas
Iscariot," and a gossipy account of a visit to Eng-
land by the Rev. George Gilfillan.—The Protestant
Magazine (Wertheim and Macintosh, London),
published under the auspices of the Protestant
Association, is a periodical conducted with tact
and talent. The papers it contains are characte-
rised by great depth of learning and thought, and
yet they are put in a form so attractive that they
cannot fail to interest the simplest and most ill-
informed minds. The current events of the day in
the world of Romanism are acutely commented on,
and all things are called by their right names.—
The Home Companion (John Bennett, London) is I
evidently a most attractive periodical for the young;
and it will occupy a leisure half-hour by the family
hearth, in the interval of more onerous duties, as
well as anything of the kind we know. We would,
however, counsel the rising youth who thirst
after knowledge, to seek to acquire a taste which
will not be satisfied solely with this species of lite-
rary fare.—The Scottish Educational and Literary
Journal (James Hogg, Edinburgh) is more varied,
and not less learned and instructive, than it was at
its advent into the literary world. Hence suc-
cess is more certain. In the literary letter from
London, the Lancashire reader will find some in-
teresting gossip anent our local authors.—The Bul-
wark (James Nichol, Edinburgh) is a publication
which must inspire the Romanist with alarm. The
reading people of England have never been sup-
plied with a monthly publication destined to achieve
greater results than the Bulwark. Its contributors
are learned and pious men, abreast of the days in
which they live, and fully informed as to all the
bearings of Popery. In the present part we have
ancient as well as modern instances of the tyranny
of Rome. One woodcut represents the humiliating
spectacle of King John making over England to
the haughty legate of the Pope; another illustra-
tion is an Irish landscape, showing that " Popery
muffles the intellect, sears the conscience, canon-
izes rags, fills a land with days of idleness and sin,
and seems pre-eminently to call down the curse of
God upon a people." In an article on the pro-
gress of Popery in America, it is suggested that a
friendly alliance should be established between the
Protestants of that country and Britain, for the
promotion of common measures of resistance and
aggression. A letter from Italy, written by a dis-
tinguished English Protestant, gives a cheering
account of the wonders which the simple reading
of the Bible is achieving in that beautiful but
unhappy land. "In poor Tuscany," he adds, " I
could tell you more of the wonders the Bible is
effecting than it would be prudent to do. I have
good authority for stating the number who have
seen into the errors of Popery, from reading the
Scriptures, at 24,000."

CHARLES DICKENS AND MRS. BEECHER

STOWE

(FROM THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.)

Notwithstanding the popularity of Charles Dickens'
works, it is a grave charge against them that they make
no mention of the Deity. This subject has been well
taken up in the following article, the writer of which
points to the much greater popularity of " Uncle Tom's
Cabin," the interest in which is chiefly owing to the

hero's religious convictions :
" It is a hard thing," says the great Archbishop Ussher,
" to bring God into his own world," a truth not to be
denied. John Foster, many years ago, wrote a match-
less essay " On the aversion of men of taste to Evangeli.
cal Religion." We will not call it by this name.
We will have no Shibboleths, nor slay a man
at the fords of Jordan because he cannot accen-
tuate between the Hebrew letters Samech and Schin ;
but we do aver that literary men, unlike Dr. Aiton, keep
back too much from speaking of the great ONE who fur.
nishes all the stores of their intellect, and in whom are
hid all the treasures of their wisdom, and their know-
ledge. The heathen were not slow to speak of their gods,
who were no gods. Their moral writers drew largely on
their Pantheon, and their more dissolute countrymen
followed their example. The elegant Horace, the'Ro-
chester of the Augustan court, could indite odes to Mer,,
cury and Apollo, and other deities, and the coarse and
stern Juvenal could illuminate the desolate places, which
he smote and withered with his savage satire, by flan
splendour of such sublime passages as the prayer to Jupi-'
ter, which commences " Mayne Paler Divum scevos
punire tyrannos." And why not so with us, who bear a
holier name, and track our soul's light from the loftiest
beam of day ? Why neglect the fountain while we
drink, and bathe, and revel in the gushing streams ?
Why stoop for all our colouring to the chalks, and clays,
and ochres of dull earth, while God opens to our gaze his
laboratory of bright tints, and offers all the gold and ver-
million of Heaven to our acceptance ? I would illus-
trate my meaning from two popular authors of the day,
who seem to deduce their " machinery" (as it would be
called in the literature of the last century) from different
sources. I allude to Mr. Dickens and Mrs. Stowe.
We regard the former as a most exquisite etcher. He
is the La Place of novelists, with his infinitesimal accura-
tisms of character and detail ; and there are patches here
and there of green and brilliant light in his darkest pages,
of intense beauty and profound feeling—witness the sun-
rise after the fatal duel in Nickleby; Florence Dombey's
return to her father ; and the death of little Nell, which
no one with a heart-throb in his bosom could read without
abundance of tears.

And thus he seems to stand in his studio, amidst the
varied carvings of his own mind. Here are distortions
fashioned from base fuller's earth, and abortions of de-
graded deformity, like Quilp and Dennis, and Chester ;
and here are statuettes of modest ivory, or pale, delicate
Parian marble, all lovely and smooth, and exquisitely
chiselled, and exceedingly pure, and almost too faultless
for this our poor, frail humanity. And so, when a fai-
lure does come—as come it must—and the sinking of the
knees, and the sorrow-shower flashing from the eyes, and
the shaking and the faltering of the poor frame—and no
man knows its poverty better than Mr. Dickens—where
does this accomplished writer rise and resort to (not al-
ways, but ofttimes) for help, for counsel, or for comfort ?
Why, to an artificial machinery, which is not equal to
that of " the Rape of the Lock, ' borrowed from stories
which the " nurse has taught," and the schoolboy only
half believed, even to a superintending providence of fai-
ries and shapes, and mediaeval angels, and " The Pre-
sence," and " The Cricket on the Hearth !"

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For example, in the last-mentioned tale, which f
of attractiveness, here is the loving and noble-
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husband, racked with strong and strifeful passions, anger,
jealousy, intense affection, indignation and generosity, all
battling together ; and the tempter whispering blood, and
the means at hand, and the offender beneath his roof-tree.
' The lone wretched one sits by the fire all night. warring
with his emotions, and beaten into dust by the stormy
conflict. And who comes to his wounded, wearied, buf-
fetted soul, to uplift it from the whelming wave ? Why,
the
fairies from an old clock-case, they are his counsel-
lorsAh ! why is not the man on his knees at yonder
chair ? Is there no God in the wide, bright heaven, or in
the dark earth ? Is
nightwaves of the
uplift,
there. no Saviour. to walk. these rav-
inghh heaven toacted soul, commissioned from
sons of misery )• I, to comfort, and to soothe the
n there no hand
all tears ? is there' engaged to wipe away
is that word itself a Hoc; promise in the Word of Life—or
Now turn to the pro. nainent elaaraster in Mrs. Stowe's
book. Here is a work whose Popularity attests its power,
and which has obtained au interest for its, and an in-

fluence for its principles, no other volume has ever pro-
cured in so short a time. Here is one who, like his great
Master, had no form or comeliness to make him desirable
—a negro, one of that race whose facial angle is most
akin to the Simire, and most remote from the Greek an-
tique. Ungifted by wealth, unennobled by birth, the
scorn of the proud, the neglected of the passer-by ; un-
educated, save by the teaching of Heaven ; and unre-
fined, save in God's own alembic of faith and suffering:
an African and a slave.
Yet, adorned with a sublimity which never leaves him
through the whole book, he treads down; with an elastic
step—meekly brave—the thorns of his lot. The ruffian
smites him with his horny fist, but his heart staggers not,
for an unseen hand is there, to pour in wine and oil, and
give support. The cruel whip bites deep into his flesh,
but his Saviour's love lies deeper in his soul. The chain,
the black morass, the bloodhound, and the torture, are
around Lim ; but the flame of an unflinching trust is
burning deep in his bosom, and all heaven is above and
beyond him. With the ethereal child, lovely and refined,
he wins his way, and she delights to lean her head on his
Strong, honest heart. With the clever, sarcastic, ac-
complished man of the world he wins his way, breaking
down the barriers of his educated infidelity with the very
weight of his earnest simplicity of faith, and Christian
lowliness. With the abused, wronged, high-minded, yet
semi-savage woman he wins his way, disarming her of her
murderous intents by the eloquence of his patience and
the heavenliness of his spirit, and waking up from her
heart those softening waters which long refused to flow.
With his brutalised and semi-animal executioners he
wins his way, preaching to them with the pathos of his
unmurmuring fortitude, and with the might of his unseen
supports, and exciting them to. repentance and spiritual
life, at the moment they were depriving him of his exist-
ence. And why has he, in the absence of all outward at-
tractiveness, such a moral weight ? Why does power
• track his teaching, and `..he irresistibility of persuasiveness
flow from his lips ? 'What has given him such a calm in-
dependence of injury, pain, and insult ? What has in-
vested him with such a sublime, yet such a sorrowful
dignity ? Why does he smile at death, and in his spirit's
generosity give back the blessing for the buffet, and the
prayer for the curse ? What has thrown such an air of
nobility around the man, and touched his dark eye with
so much light and glory ?
It is because, like Abraham of old, " Gon BROUGHT
HIM FORTH ABROAD, AND SAID UNTO HIM, LOOK NOW
TOWARD HEAVEN."

LITERARY

GOSSIP.

Two NEW LITERARY INSTITUTIONS have been
recently founded in the metropolis.

CURRER BELL, the author of "Jane Eyre," has pub-
lished a new novel entitled " Villette."

FROM BEYOND THE ATLANTIC, Whittier, the quaker
poet of New England, promises fresh strains—" The
Chapel of the Hermits."

MR. DESBOROUGH, of Stamford, has gained a prize
of £5, offered by the Entomological Society, for the last
essay on " The Duration of Life in the Honey Bee."
MARRIANE FINCH has prepared for publication a work
entitled " An Englishwoman's Experiences in America,"
which we believe will be published shortly by an eminent
London bibliopole.
CHARLES DICKENS is to go to Birmingham next
Christmas, and read his " Christmas Carol " for the be-
nefit of the great Mechanics' Institution about to be
established in that town.

THE LEIPSIC BOOKSELLERS have founded a school for
the education (in the case of indigent persons it will be
gratuitous) of young men designed for assistants in the
different branches of literary commerce.
THE VICAR OF NORTON, DERBYSHIRE, is raising a
subscription for the purpose of erecting a monument in
that place to Francis Chantrey, who was born in the
parish, and who is buried in the village burial ground.
IN THE CITY OF BATH the disunited literary institu-
tions have been quickly retrograding, and it is now pro-
posed to connect their conflicting interests and have one
grand institution, prosperous and efficient, instead of a
sickly and struggling array.

THE SHAKSPERIAN READINGS Of MiSS Fanny Kemble,
at Leeds, have created an unwonted degree of enthusiasm
in that town, where the abhorrence of players and playing
was once so strong that even David Garrick was stoned
almost to death by the populace.
" HERODOTUS SMITH " has written, in the Critic, a
long letter to Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton, urging certain
practical objections against many of the principles and
details of the Guild of Literature. Mr. Smith. we believe,
represents a pretty large section of the young literary
world.

THACKERAY is still the theme of New York news-
papers. They are eloquent about his legs, and when the
last mail left, a controversy was raging among them in
this matter; one party maintaining that " he stands very
firm on his legs,' while the opposition asserted that his
legs were decidedly "shaky."
IN THE CASE OF THE BARONESS VON BECK the
Athemum states that it has submitted to its attention
certain documents which prove that, in this lamentable
affair, Mr. Toulmin Smith, the " earnest and even
passionate believer in the imposture," was "an eager
candidate for the exposure of the unhappy Hungarian."

MR. WILLIAM RATHBONE GREG, the brother of an
eminent Lancashire manufacturer, and commonly known
among the literati of Edinburgh as " The Cabinet-
maker," contributes articles, it is affirmed, to the Edin.
burgh, the North British, the Westminster, and the
Quarterly. One month he wrote the political article for
each of them, and cleared £6OO by the feat

THE LITERATI or LANCASHIRE,—The following are
some of the literati belonging to, or resident in, Lanca-
shire :—Mr. Charles Swain, author of ".The Mind," and
the friend of Southey ; Miss Jewsbury, the novelist ; Mr.
Thomas de Quincy, author of " The Confessions of an
Opium Eater" ; Mr. Samuel Bamford ; Mr. Archibald
Prentice; Mrs. Gaskell, authoress of " Mary Barton"
and " Ruth" ; Mr. W. R. Greg, the Reviewer; and Mr.
Somerville, the " Whistler at the Plough" ; Dr. Vaughan,
editor of the British Quarterly; and Henry S. Sutton,
the poet.

LOUIS NAPOLEON AND " THE IRON MASK."-A. de
la Gueronniere has publisned a clever but unprincipled
book, entitled " Napoleon the Third," designed as a
reply to the impassioned pamphlet of Victor Hugo. Here
is a curious passage from the defence of the Emperor, and
the no-meanings of his silent face :—" What problem is
this that presents itself to my pencil ? I search for a
light upon that face, and I see nothing but shade. On
looking more closely at it, my mind is gradually led to
recall that face, so dark, so sinister, so passionless and
cold, which, in its day, was called " The Iron Mask."
I have read somewhere in the annals of those times, that
the jailors of that mysterious personage had remarked,
that a strange phenomenon bad exhibited itself in that
terrible tragedy. The principle of life was so powerfully
condensed beneath that inflexible covering— so intense a
necessity to come to light was manifested, that at certain
moments it was revealed even through the polished steel,
11 and animated it, as it might have done the human face.
At those times the mask assumed the expression of nature.
The veins seemed to palpitate, the lips to move, the eyes
to brighten up, the temples to beat. The mask had
transformed itself into man. In like manner, this face,
in appearance so motionless and insensible, is but the
mask of the man within, ardent and powerful. Those
eyes are dull, but as profound as the thought in which
they dive, and which rises at times in their orbits, as the
flame rises from the hearth whence it derives its fire.
That brow is gloomy as fate, but as expansive as creative
genius. Those lips are colourless, but full of expression ;
delicately turned ; severed—scarcely sufficiently parting,
and open just to allow the curt and precise expression of a
will emanating from deep reflection, and inexorably
resolved. That voice is indolent and drawling, but self-
reliant ; and the indifference which shows itself is but the
excess of that confidence. Courage concealed by timidity,
—resolution disguised by gentleness,—inflexibility sof.
tened by mildness,—policy hidden by good nature,—life
under marble,—fire under ashes : in a word, a something
of-Augustus and Titus, but with the face of Werther,—
that type of German sentimentality. Such does Louis Na-
poleon Bonaparte appear." M. de la Gu6ronniere has
penetrated the impenetrable !