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A JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING,

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NOTES. now and then been reached by special endeavor, but what is the every-day, ordinary character of the work done. The arnouncements of new books by the several We confine ourselves, for illustration, to the making of publishers give promise of a more worthy season than books, and lay down the maxim that a publisher or press

was enjoyed last year. The lists are not long, but they should be judged by the run of books published or manu

are more carefully selected. In pure literature we note factured, and not by occasional tours de force. In other

a volume of essays, Poetry and Criticism,” by Ralph words, that wherein a book-maker may be said to excel

Waldo Emerson; a volume of Hawthorne's uncollected others is in keeping his books uniformly at a fair mark, papers; a new volume by James Russell Lowell, uniform, instead of concentrating his skill and attention on one or we are told, with “My Study Windows,” but having, we another at different times, and letting the common run

trust, a less ad captandum title — Mr. Lowell's reputation take care of themselves.

is established, he needs no adventitious aid of that sort; What is this but saying that excellence of workman

“ Songs of Many Seasons," a new volume of poems by ship consists in untiring watchfulness that no failure shall Dr. Holmes ; “ Hazel Blossoms," a collection of recent come in those parts that are under the control of the poems by J. G. Whittier. of pbilosophical, historical, manufacturer, and that his taste and sense of fitness shall and scientific works, the most noticeable are Prof. C. K. always be exercised ? It is attention to details, the finish Adams's “ Democracy and Monarchy in France ; ” “ Outof every part, the .nice adjustment of all the parts, that lines of Cosmic Philosophy,' by Prof. John Fiske; “ Chemrender a book acceptable to the eye and the hand; it is ical and Geological Essays,” by Prof. T. Sterry Hunt; a the organized, intelligent, and harmonious working to- new volume upon the Education of Girls, by Dr. Edward gether of all concerned in the manufacture, properly H. Clarke, including his paper on Brain Building, read directed by a competent head, that makes every book a before the Detroit meeting of the Teachers' Convention ; standard of excellence in book-making. Until this result

“ The Genesis of the New England Churches," by Dr. is reached, no book-making concern can be fully praised. Leynard Bacon; “ The History of Germany from the Ear

Of books for chil. Take for special illustration the matter of proof-reading, liest Time,” by Charlton T. Lewis. and consider how big a “spot in our feast of charity” is dren, the best promise is in “ Anthony Brade,” by Rev. a book with bad spacing, occasional blunders, - especially Robert Lowell, whose “New Priest in Conception Bay” in foreign phrases or proper names, — the use of wrong. has made readers impatient for more literary work from font letters, the repetition of a word. If a few inaccura- him. cies or inelegancies appear, it is impossible to escape the - The American Association for the Advancement of feeling that there must be many more that we have not Science, which has just held a meeting at Hartford, has noticed.

Consider what sleepless vigilance the proof- taken sensible action in modifying its constitution so as to reader is forced to exercise, and how much must be left to class its members as Fellows, who alone can hold office, his average excellence. A proof-reader who should be and Members, who are entitled to vote. So large a body lypx-eyed in one work, and half asleep when reading an- is liable to become unwieldy, and to become an association other, would keep the superintendent in constant fear for for the retarding of science, by losing time and patience tbe even excellence of the books made, as regards proof- over all manner of crude and sciolistic papers and speeches. reading. The same considerations hold good in every The government being in the hands of the Fellows, who other part of the manufacture. The ink must be patiently are elected from the body of Members, it belongs to them

papers read.

to determine what questions shall be considered and what | cinnali Commercial who bas recently visited the island.

The action is rather precautionary than Ilardly a vestige remains of this early elegance. The otherwise, we presume, but it will go far toward making grounds and shrubbery suffered severely when the Burr the association a power in science; not so close a cor- troubles culminated, and the Wood County militia vandalporation as the American Academy and similar bodies, ized the island. The house, with the furniture and library, but wider in its membership, and with more enthusiasm. the out-buildings, gardens, fences, arbors, and summer

Attention has been called by The World to the houses, all fared hard at the hands of the infuriated and Bowdoin College collection of paintings, which contains, drunken soldiers, and Mrs. Blennerhassett herself, with it is said, some authentic pictures by old masters, includ- her children, was set adrift in a boat, and sought refuge ing “ St. Simeon with the Child Jesus," by Rubens, “ The among the Putnams on the Ohio shore. The island afterGovernor of Gibraltar,” by Vandyke, “ The Equipment ward reverted to the creditors of Blennerhassett, on acof Cupid,” by Titian, “The Continence of Scipio,” hy count of his indorsements for Burr, and the mansion some N. Poussin. The collection was made by James Bowdoin, years after was destroyed by fire. Nothing now remains who was United States Minister to the Court at Madrid, but the old well, a portion of the cellar wall, and the in 1805, and afterward removed to Paris. He died in stone caps of the gateway. Many of the trees planted by 1811, and by his will the entire collection of ninety-one Blennerhassett are still standing; there is a clump of an pictures was left to Bowdoin College, which had been old orchard, and the remains of a hawthorn hedge near named for his father, formerly governor of Massachusetts. the inlet of the island, where the boats used to be landed. The paintings remained stored in Boston for nearly half Some giant sycamores are on the island, which we suppose a century, were then put into the bands of restorers,

were old in Blennerhassett's time, one of which we measwith unhappy results, in some instances, and when the

ured and found to be thirty-five feet around at some three works were subsequently displayed upon the walls of the feet above the roots. Relics of Blennerhassett are also insufficiently lighted wing of the chapel, where they still scarce in this region ; and the only thing we saw that forhang, the college first became aware of the fact that the merly belonged to him was a mahogany settee, now in the Bowdoin collection contained undoubted originals of sev

Putnam mansion. The island is now the property of a eral masters, although, unfortunately, the catalogue whicha Mr. Neal, of Parkersburg." accompanied them was unsatisfactory in many particulars. - General Myers has recently perfected arrangements It would be worth while for Bowdoin College to have a

with different European meteorologists, for an internathorough examination made, by competent experts, of this tional system of reports. Since the 1st of January, in collection. Every fresh source of original study of art in

all the principal European nations, observations have been America is to be cherished. We have no covetous feel

taken each morning at the same moment of time that has ings regarding the works of art in foreign countries.

been selected for the regular signal stations in this counThey have a national meaning not retained when they try, and the sc are forwarded by mail, serni-monthly, to the are wrested from their places, but it is by no means un- Signal Office in Washington, for discussion in connection likely that with the prodigious pressure yet to come from with the regular reports of this country. Nearly 200 forAmerica, allvantage will be taken by impecunious families, eign stations are now engaged in this work, and sufficient and even corporations and governments, to dispose of some data will soon be collected for the deduction of general of their precious heirlooms to this country, and tha

the

laws in relation to the movements of the atmosphere that next generation will see a steady current of great pictures will mark a new era in meteorology. These reports, consetting toward America.

solidated with those made by the Signal Office, will be isThe new postal arrangements between France and sued daily in printed form for the use of all meteorologists. the United States, which went into operation on the first of - Operations have begun for the erection of the PeaAugust, provide that the single rate of international post- body Museum in New Haven, which, when completed, will age for ordinary letters will be nine cents in the United contain some of the largest and richest zoological, geologStates for each fifteen grammes (half-ounce) or fraction ical, and mineralogical collections in the world. The inthereof, and fifty centimes in France for each weight of stitution is founded under a bequest of $150,000 from the ten grammes, or fraction thereof, prepayment optional, but late George Peabody, and is designed to bear the same with a fixed fee of five cents or twenty-five grammes addi- relation to Yale College as the present Museum of Comtional on unpaid or deficient letters. Registered letters parative Zoology does to Harvard. The building will cost an additional fee of ten cents or fifty centimes. On consist of a central edifice and two wings. For the other matter the prepayment is compulsory, as follows : present, only one of the latter is be erected, with a Newspapers, three cents each if not exceeding four ounces frontage of 115 feet on one street and 100 feet on another, in weight; samples of merchandise, books, pamphlets, It will cost $160,000, be built of brick with stone trimperiodicals, and other printed matter except newspapers, mings, fire-proof, and contain, including basement, four if not exceeding one ounce in weight, two cents ; if over available stories. The fourth story is assigned to archone but not exceeding two ounces, four cents ; if over two æology and ethnology, the third to zoology, the second but not exceeding four ounces in weight, six cents; and to geology, the first to lecture rooms and mineralogical for packets exceeding four ounces in weight an additional collections, and the basement to working apartments and rate of six cents for every additional four ounces or frac- a large class of heavy specimens, showing fossils, foottion of four ounces. New York and Boston are the offices prints, etc. of exchange on this side. The ignorance of people that the rates have been changed has led to a great accumu

The Bookseller reports that Mr. Quaritch, a well

known dealer in scientific and rare books, has purchased of lation of insufficiently prepaid newspapers at the Boston

the family of the late Professor Agassiz the remaining stock office.

of that learned scholar's publications: a somewhat indefi- The readers of Wirt's description of Blennerhassett’s nite statement, but referring, we presume, only to Pro home, the romantic spot ruined by Burr's conspiracy, will fessor Agassiz's various memoirs and papers issued out of be interested in an account giren by a writer in the Cin- | the regular course of the trade.

EVERY SATURDAY.

A JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING.

VOL. II.)

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1874.

[No. 11.

BY MARY CLEMMER AMES.

CHAPTER XXII.

LOSS : FLIGHT.

66 A

She was

was

youth. He was not more her child than her daughter; HIS TWO WIVES.1

but it seemed to her always that his mother must make up to him in tenderness for what the daughter had, and he had not, - his father's sympathy and pride.

When Cyril King looked upon the dead body of his “ Oh, the stillness of the room

boy, a keen pang of remorse shot through the natural Where the children used to play!

sorrow that he felt for his loss. A thousand pleading Oh, the silence of the house,

looks and shy entreating words, but dimly noted and Since the children went away!

wholly unheeded, when they spoke to him from the This is the mother-life 'To bear, to love, to lose,'

eyes and lips of the living boy, now that the boy was Till all the sweet, sad tale is told

dead, rose up to haunt him.

He had never been proud In a pair of little shoes,

of his son. All a boy in his predilections and habits, In a single broken toy,

he nevertheless had his mother's organization. In a flower pressed, to keep All fragrant still the faded life

temperament well enough for a girl,” his father would Of one who fell asleep.”

say, “but Vida is my boy. She ought to have been

the boy.” A reproduction of his mother in face and Thus Agnes wrote, out of the hush of her home and spirit, as that mother grew to be more and more the loss of her heart, in a little manuscript book hidden a reproach to his father the boy became scarcely less in the inner drawer of her desk, which she thought no 80. Unconsciously, she was always trying to make human eyes had ever seen save her own.

up to him for the love and sympathy withheld by his mistaken. Linda had seen it, and knew every line father. Thus in a double sense she yielded up her life that it contained.

of life with him in death. Every mother who has buried a child knows what Yet the Lotusport mind concluded that “Mrs. King that “stillness”

- that silence that follows after did not take the death of her boy very hard. I call a sweet voice hushed, a beloved step grown forever such resignation unnatural," said Mrs. Prang, to whom still.

it was meat and drink to attend a funeral and “go to The rabbits still lived in their green house on the the grave,” especially the latter. It yielded her the lawn, but little Vida fed them alone, pausing often, double delight of taking a ride at somebody else's while she did it, to call upon the name of her brother expense, and of taking an estimate of the exact degree in impassioned tones of childish sorrow. Since her of grief felt and exhibited by each“ mourner.first step she had been his inseparable companion, and "I call such resignation unnatural - in a mother!” now she seemed lost and most unhappy without her she said ; “ not a scrap of mournin' on, not even at the life-long playfellow.

grave; not a sob, - not one! Poor Mr. King was just There was a new shrine at Lotusmere. Into a little broken all to pieces. He has a heart. She just stood room at the head of the staircase Agnes had gathered as white and as cold as if she was cut out of marble. everything that belonged to her boy. Here was his I do and I will call such composure unnatural and “ trainer's" hat with its bright cockade, his silent unfeelin'. Of all the funerals I ever attended — and I drum, bis box of tools, his books, his first boots. His do believe I've attended thousands never did I witmother with her own hands had folded and laid in the ness a parent bury a child with such willin'ness as drawer of his little bureau every garment left of all Mrs. King. Don't tell me there ain't somethin' lackin' that he had ever worn, from the dainty white frock in that woman.” made by her own hands before he was born, to the last Could Mrs. Prang have listened at the keyhole of new “sailor's suit,” with its broad collar and bright the little room, her heart would have been gladdened buttons, that he lived to wear but once. It was with by more than one sob, deep and low, breaking from no morbid emotion that she shut herself in this room by that “resigned ” mother's heart. Could she bave pried the hour, communing with her child and with her own into the inner pocket of that mother's work-basket she soul. A part of herself had passed into the impalpa- would have taken from it a bit of newspaper, worn ble; no less it seemed a part of her conscious exist- with reading and blurred with tears, which bore these ence; she could never be sundered from it. Her lines, that had welled out from another mother's child could never be the less her child, less living, heart:less beloved. All others might outlive him, forget him, but not his mother. The mother-heart could never

“I wonder so that mothers ever fret

At little children clinging to their gown; cease to miss the first-born fruit of its love and of its

Or that the footprints, when the day is wet,

Are ever black enough to make them frown. 1 Intered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by 6. O. HOUGH

If I could find a little muddy boot, TOX & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

Or cap, or jacket, on my chamber floor;

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If I could kiss a rosy, restless foot,

not return to the capital for the short session of ConAnd hear its patter in my home once more ;

gress.

The condition of her child made it impossi. If I could mend a broken cart to-day,

ble, had Cyril desired it. He did not desire it. The To-morrow make a kite to reach the sky, There is no woman in God's world could say

first winter bad imparted an important fact to his She was more blissfully content than I.

knowledge : that the Hon. Cyril King at a fashionable But ah! his dainty pillow pext my own

hotel would be a more important person in society Is never rumpled by his shining head;

than the same gentleman immured amid the smells of My singing birdling from his nest has flown, The little boy I used to kiss is dead.”

an obscure side-street boarding house. The lodging

and boarding of an entire family with servants at such “And yet, and yet, my darling, I would not bring a hotel was not in accordance with his finances, or you

back if I could — not to suffer as you must have with Washington prices. But it was in perfect consosuffered in the body, in this world.”

nance with his income that he himself should live at Mother-love uttered these words, and yet no less such an house while his family stayed at Lotusmere. mother-love, in its inward wound, bled with loss and

Thus another gay season rushed on to the penitential longing, never to be healed till reunited to the life it

door of Lent, and no man in public life was seen oftener had lost.

at all the resorts of fashion than the Hon. Cyril King. Agnes did not accept Mrs. Peppercorn's invitation, Mrs. King, who had failed to make a wide-spread nor follow her advice. Whereupon that honorable lady impression upon the attention of society, was not in time came to regard Mrs. King as a very weak- greatly missed. For the personal friends who rememspirited person, utterly deficient in “ backbone " and

bered and inquired for her, Cyril had ever ready the in a desire to cultivate one, and so far useless as a reply that he made to Mrs. Peppercorn when, in a victim whose battles the combative lady was eager to crowded drawing-room where he stood for the moment fight. She never, however, withdrew the light of her wedged to the wall with Circe Sutherland on his arm, countenance from her so far as to neglect to denounce the uncompromising woman bore down upon him with “that Mrs. Sutherland” and the Hon. Cyril King, the question, “How "is your wife, Mr. King ? I am in both private and public places. To Cyril's aston

sorry to see you here without her.” ishment he discovered one day that he had an ac- “I share your sorrow, madam,” he replied, with tive enemy, and his absent wife an active champion serene nonchalance, “but by the advice of our family in high places, in the powerful person of Hon. Mrs. physician Mrs. King remains at home this season with Peppercorn. This unlooked-for and late-learned knowl. our invalid boy. Washington air was a great injury to edge was not without its outward effect. It gave the him last winter.” significance of consciousness to acts before often the Almost anywhere that the gay world met, the popresult of mere carelessness in the actors. It made

ular young member was seen. It was seen also that their association less public and more personal in its he escorted the beautiful Mrs. Sutherland less fre

Thus Mrs. Peppercorn, with the best of in- quently than he did the winter before, when Mrs. King tentions, did more harm than good by interfering, as so was in Washington. He danced with her occasionally, often happens in this world. Her letter did not fail he escorted her to opera sometimes, — but he was seen of inflicting its inevitable pain upon Agnes. It gave oftener with other ladies, as was she also with other the form and substance of reality to what before had gentlemen. been doubt and fear in her mind, and a voiceless sor- “ There! you see it was only the idlest gossip, couprow in her heart. But had the most that it suggested ling the names of those two together as they were last been true, it could not have impelled Agnes to appear spring," said Mrs. Midget to her friend Mrs. Pepperas the accuser of her husband in the house of a stranger. Her inmost soul recoiled from uncovering “ I see no such thing,” answered that astute judge her heart's wound to the eyes of the world. Besides, of manners and morals. “I formed my opinion on she waited, praying, hoping still that the glamour would what I saw with my own eyes; and I've not changed pass.

He might falter, stray even in outward seeming it one iota. They're more to each other than they for a season, but she only could ever be his wife ; it were last winter, that's why they think more of apwas bitter, the draught she was drinking now, but it pearances and try to shy off remarks by going more would pass ; he would come back to his allegiance, to with other people. Mark my words, Mrs. Midget, his wife, to his home.

there is trouble ahead in that quarter.” She wrote to Mrs. Peppercorn, thanking her for her Mrs. Peppercorn did not stint her words in

any

time interest and intended kindness ; but not acknowledg. or place. They found their way to Cyril King through ing by a word that such kindness was needed. It more than one source. Agnes had a friend at court was very hard for Mr. King to be alone, so over- who, for aught he knew, reported his doings and worked, etc. How could he survive in Washington seemings to her every day. Thus his letters grew at all, at such a season, without drives and fresh air ? silent on the time and strength consuming committee, Mrs. Sutherland was very kind, and had invited his and veered off on another tack. wife and children to drive as well as Mr. King, etc. ou remember," he wrote, “ little Dilly Driver,

"Idiot!” was Mrs. Peppercorn's only ejaculation as the artist-lobbyist, don't you? But I know you will she concluded the letter, and in the next breath tore it be astonished to hear that she has secured the last

“ Idiot! but I have done my duty. She twenty thousand dollar appropriation, anrl is to paint will rue the day she refused to make that man walk in the next historical picture for the Capitol. You know the way he should go.”

she badn't the ghost of a chance when you went away. In the first pain of reading Mrs. Peppercorn's epistle, Apparently, she had not a ghost of one a week ago. Agnes resolved to show it to Cyril on his return. But The Thunderer is dead against her in the Senate. the more rapid decline of her boy made all else second- Nugent, we thought, had killed her in the House. He ary in her thought and heart. In the autumn she did has been six months at work on the final speech that

nature.

corn.

to atoms.

was to annihilate her utterly. On the very day that death in one instant's flash, he saw himself as he was. he was to have made it, her bill passed, and she won All should be different. He would aunul the later sinthe congressional commission against a dozen men ful days. He would go back to the sinless years, and competitors. You never saw a man so mad as Nugent begin again to live. Alas! man giveth himself to sin (he is the chairman of the appropriation committee); his through the weakness of his will and the strength of six months' speech, all his work and worry gone for his desire. This need not have been true earlier. naught, and the little fox with the commission in her But it was not for such as he to clear his beclouded pocket, in spite of him and half of Congress. It's conscience of folly and passion, the accumulation of the more maddening because if he hadn't been sick it

years, at a single sweep. His better nature was buried could not have happened. You see, while he was shut too deep beneath the world's débris for that. Little up at home the little cormorant was busy from morning Cyril was buried in early May, and by early June his till night in the Jobbies, calling out members, button- father, to all appearances, was as perpetually absorbed holing senators, smiling at them, crying at I hem, shak- in the practice of his profession as he had been before ing her ringlets at them, pleading with brown eyes full he entered Congress. His life was lived in the city. of tears, I'm a wee bit of a woman, a poor perse- Sometimes, in his devotion to a single “ important suit,” cuted little girl, from whom a dozen great big men a week would pass without his appearing at Lotusmere want to take away the chance of making a picture for at all. But when this happened he did not forget to government pay, because they want the fame and brighten the interval with cheery notes and baskets of money themselves. Give me your vote?' What could fruit sent to his wife. the fellows do but give it - ), among the rest ? Vaughn One morning in early August Agnes received a note managed the bill. Half a dozen of the men who would from him, saying, not listen to her, who declared that she couldn't “ Put on your prettiest, Aggie; throw open the make a picture fit for the Capitol, and that it was a house and fill it with flowers as only you can, for I wrong to the country to let her try, were either away shall bring up a few friends this evening to tea, and or at home sick, when up jumped Vaughn with the bill after, we will have an impromptu musicale. Two of

and carried it. They were taking the vote, when in the ladies you know, Mrs. Sutherland and her Aunt came Nugent, just up from a sick-bed, with his speech Jessie. They will return in the eleven o'clock train. in his hand, determined to deliver it at th last Shall come at six. In great haste,

CYRIL.” moment, and if he was to be carried back to his bed

She had not seen him for days. Speaking to her after making it. Before he reached his seat he called from his distant outer world, his words made a strange out, “I object!' It was of no use. The bill had vibration in her still, inner life. They smote upon passed. Dilly Driver had the commission, - the her heart and struck from it a throb of the old anguish twenty thousand dollars. And the Capitol is to have which wrung it as a wife before death came.

“ How another daub to descend to posterity. Think of dare she come here !” said the passionate heart. Nugent tugging away for six months on that speech, “She has not forgotten what I said to her. She knows ju-t for nothing! Everybody is wondering how Dilly that all I ask, all I beg of her, is to leave me and mine Driver, who has neither training, experience, reputa- alone. She knows that I have buried my boy - that tion, nor genius as an artist, and is a woman, got the I see no company - yet she comes.” commission. I've told you how.

She read the note over again. “I will try to be “I hope Cyr. is growing stronger, and that you and reasonable,” she said; “of course it is because he Vida and Linda are well.

invites her that she comes; surely she would not “ Always affectionately,

CYRIL." come, she would not dare to come, not to his home, He filled the winter with breezy letters to Agnes, to his wife, if she were not trying to do as I asked her. full of impersonal gossip and news, but at the end of Perhaps because she is trying she comes where I am. the session she knew nothing of what his own personal I will try not to judge her harshly. I will do my duty. life had been. Her reply to Mrs. Peppercorn had not I will do as my husband asks me. I will make his encouraged that lady to proffer any more gratuitous home bright for his friends." information. Even in his letters Cyril spoke to her There could have been no home picture fairer in its out of another world ; so remote it seemed to the one outward seeming than that which greeted Cyril King in which she lived and had her being. Every day, and his guests as they passed through the gate of beside the couch of her boy, her own life grew more Lotusmere that evening. The low sun sent long lancesilent and inward. Now she sat in the awful hushlike rays quivering across trees and shrubs and flowers which follows death. It was June again. Once more to the wide verandah, in whose open door stood Agnes the oriole sang on the lawn; the kingfisher peered from dressed in white, with her bright-haired little daughter his old perch on the rock ; the doves basked in the sun ; hy her side, wearing the same spotless attire. The the fisherman sang in his boat ; the great ships sailed level sun-rays made a glinting nimbus about these by ; the Sound spread forth to ear and eye all the white-robed figures, set amid emerald vines and clustereager activity of its multiform life. But beside a little ing blossoms. Vida danced with joy at the sight of grave, new made, just beyond the reach of its embracing her father, and ran dancing down the avenue to meet waves, the mother's heart beat dumb to the voiceful

him. Agnes came forward with a smile of greeting energy without, as in inward musing she followed after upon her face. that part of herself which had already passed into the “ Dear Mrs. King! I haven't seen you since we unseen and the eternal. Cyril King, holding the arm drove together in Washington, a year ago last spring,” of his wife within his, as he with her

looked down upon exclaimed Circe Sutherland, advancing before the others the dead face of their first-born in his coffin, felt his and going up to Agnes with a proffered kiss. “So heart stir with love and fidelity to her, the mother of long! and such sad things have happened to you," she that child, under all the rubbish of the world that lay said in the softest voice. “ You couldn't come to me, upon its surface. In that heart-throb propelled by 80 I have come to you,” in tones of tenderest sympathy.

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