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Space will not allow us, or we would have initiated | mine hostess' dinner. This shewed to where her charity was our readers into all the mysteries of concocting “ Hy- directed, and gave me other thoughts of the action. pocras, cordial water, and damnable hum,” besides the May 5.—Brund. The two pretty daughters considered Countess of Rutland's receipt for making a rare Banbury the reckoning was well enough. cake, and my Lord Conway's for amber puddings.

P. Y. Dainty cheer we warrant for the cavalier gourmands of the day, and tempting enough to have converted the

Heraldiccs wishes to be informed where Bradshaw veriest Puritan, who, as Hudibras sings, would

the Regicide was born ; also the exact date of his birth, Quarrel with mince pies and disparage

and whether he was married, and had issue.
Their best and dearest friend plum porridge,
Fat pig and goose itself oppose,

Catesbr.-I am collecting materials for a biography
And blaspheme custard thro' the nose.

of William Catesby, minister of the crookbacked Richard

III., and Speaker of the House of Commons, whom The Number NINE.-Can any of your readers adduce Shakespeare has • damned to everlasting fame.' Can cause why the number nine should be held in such any of your readers assist me? He is evidently alluded cabalistic repute? In our own creed of popular supersti- to in the well known distich tion, it appears to take the place held by the mystic “ The Rat, the Cat, and Lovell our dog, seven in biblical and classical literature. It is still pretty Rule all England under the hog," generally believed among the uneducated community, and for which political squib the luckless author was that every nine years some great change takes place hanged, beheaded and quartered on Tower Hill. in a man's life, and the square (81) constitutes, as

J. C. M. all your readers are aware, the grand climacteric,

Conisborough, Yorkshire. which once passed, there is no knowing where a person may stop. In the Holy Wells, which still

TO CORRESPONDENTS. retain that designation in many of our villages, it was customary to dip the afflicted nine times for nine G. Willis begs to express his acknowledgments for the mornings successively, and the number is still the great numerous interesting communications which have been forfeature in all rural remedies and charms, The eleventh warded to him, and will feel obliged by the receipt of any chapter of Master Heydon's curious "Holy Guide," original articles on subjects, either of a literary or an antiLond. 1662, treats of the various properties of this won- ing them, will be executed at his expense.

quarian nature. Woodcuts, illustrative of subjects requirderful figure, " how that by nine Julius Cæsar called up

All coinmunications intended for insertion in the “ Curspirits, and did what he pleased : how Galleron, by rent Notes," must be accompanied by the Writer's real nine, went invisible, and had the society of a familiar

name and address, which are merely required as a guarantee genius," and divers other notable instances no less won- of his good faith, and not for publication, except at his derful than veracious. The familiar phrase,

“ a nine desire. day's wonder," and the nine lives popularly allowed to the race feline, are every-day instances of its use. Hoping that some of your learned correspondents will

Literary and ärientific Obituarij. be kind enough to open their “varied stores” upon this. Baudry, M. Paris, Publisher of reprints of English Liteinteresting subject.

rature. Lately. V. T. BORTHWICK, Peter. Late manager of the Morning Post.

18th December, 1852. At Brompton. INQUIRY.— Can you give me any information respecting Caulfield, Lieutenant-General, M.P. Letters on India the author of a very curious pamphlet, entitled, “ Oc

and Affghan War. Lately. casional Reflections in a Journey from London to Nor- Dalton, John S. Conductor of the Bankers' Magazine. wich and Cambridge," Lond. 1711. It is written so

Aged 36. much in Sterne's style, that I should say he must have Forrest, Robert Sculptor, of Edinburgh. 30th Dec.

1852. Aged 63. been acquainted with it. Take the following short GREENHOUG!, Horatio. Sculptor. At Boston, U.S. 18th specimen.

December, 1852. April 17. Chelmsford. Pleas, a cheating landlady, HAYNES, D. F. Author of Romance of the Forest. and a large church.

November 11, 1852. “ 18. Colchester.-Here I took my leave of Oysters for Hodgson, Francis, Rev. B. D. Provost of Eton College. the season, and of the house for ever.

Poetry and Translation of Juvenal. 29th December. “ 29. Burroughs.-Stepping into the kitchen I saw the Aged 72. mistress of the house nursing some young chickens. I was Scott, Walter Scott Lockhart. Aged 27. Only surviving pleased at the sight, and commended her good nature. But male descendant of the au hor of Waverley. the old cock wbo stood upon the threshold crowed and STEPHENS, James Francis, F.L.S.

Author of many bade me look in the kettle that was hanging over the fire ; esteemed Entomological Works. Kennington. Dec. where I saw his consort hen, the mother of them cooking for 22, 1852. Aged 61.

FOR THE MONTH.

No. XXVI.]

“I will make a prief of it in my Note-Book."-SHAKSPERE.

(FEBRUARY, 1853.

him to drink and then sent him home to wheedle money WILL. FULLER THE IMPOSTOR.

out of the “old woman" to pay the score. On one occaWill. Fuller was the Prince of English rogues — the sion this worthy was drunk two nights and two days. Beau Brummel of swindlers. He could concoct a plot The reckoning came to seven or eight pounds. Will was with Titus Oates, or pen a pamphlet with any Grub sent with the usual message that his master was in Street scribbler, talk like a lord, dress like a man of prison. His mistress was suspicious, but sent the money quality, and withal defraud a creditor or case a gentle- under the escort of an old maid “who loved burnt claret man of his superfluous cash, with that genteel air and dearly.” Will took advantage of the enemy's weak modest assurance which is characteristic of great genius. point, plied her with the insidious liquid, bore off the He was the gentleman Barrington of his day.- He dis- money, and liberated his master. After numerous pranks, dained to rob; 'twas vulgar-he swindled. He had a arrived the interesting crisis in his fate—the tide which soul above the light-fingered gentry who dive into other taken at the flood was to lead on to fortune.' He left men's pockets, or the dashing vulgar highwayman who his master. His enemies say he ran away, he himself pistol in hand demands your purse or your life; he was says he had leave to go away. We will not stop to disa man of tact and fashion, had a laced suit and a fault- cuss trifles, but pass on until he was retained as page to less equipage, talked of Court and his influence with Lady Melfort, where, like all Court pages from the time Government, and so dazzled and fascinated his victim, of Gil Blas, he was dressed in fine clothes and occupied as a snake charms a poor fluttering bird ;- he looked so his time in delivering compliments,' listening at keyglittering and distinguished; his tale was so plausible– holes, and bearing .my Lady's' train. However, he was he fed him awhile on false hopes and flattering ex- faithful. To his honour be it recorded, he was sent with pectations of the services he could render or the an open letter and did not read it. Matters thus proplace' he could obtain ; then in an unguarded moment ceeded swimmingly until news arrived of the Prince of borrowed all his money and - bolted. His adventures Orange's preparations, and the Royal Family meditated rival those of Guzman d'Alfarache or the German flight. Princess. His autobiography is perhaps one of the We have not space for the Queen's escape “in a most curious books on record ;-full of adventures, hair- coach to Northfleet and so on board a yacht with the breadth escapes, intrigues with Government, scenes at Count de Lazon." At Calais pier the Custom House Court, travels, plots, and we blush to confess it, we are officer came on board, and with a French air compliafraid-of lies. It was written when he was in mented the ladies and gentlemen and offered to kiss the durance vile,' and although he professes to be very child,' (the infant Prince). When told it was the Queen, penitent and record all his numerous ' peccadilloes,' he he turned pale as death and falling on his knees begged writes with an air of injured innocence, as if he was a pardon for his presumption. The poor Queen said, most ill-used individual; the unfortunate victim of weeping, “She was no more a queen, but came there for others' misdeeds and of some unmerited persecution. refuge and protection."

He relates that his father was a grazier, and son of A curious story is related of the flight of King Dr. Thomas Fuller. Little did that learned divine ever James, and his being taken out of a fisher boat near dream he should have a grandchild destined to be one of Feversham in Kent, in company of Sir Edward Hales. • the Worthies' of the pillory, and prefer the Profane “ The King did much complain of his usage at Feverto the Holy State! Our hero was born at Milton in sham where one Hunt, a fisherman, thrust his hand into his Kent, 1670. He was a forward youth. “ Very famous Majesty's breeches, and took out of his pocket more than for dancing, and courted at all balls and weddings where 100 guineas, a small gold crucifix which was Edward the people of fashion were." At length he was persuaded by Confessor's, and in this a small piece of wood supposed to his guardian to visit London, and was apprenticed to one be a piece of the cross on which our Blessed Saviour was Hartley, a skinner, in Shoe Lane. However his genius crucified; the loss of this troubled the King extremely, for soareabove the shop. He did not like “ being in com- | by some means it was so lost as not to be had again, tho' pany with a parcel of silly unpolished fellows, cutting King frequently would laughing tell how they served

him,

much money was offered to any who could produce it. The beaver and coney skins.” At this time too he found his at first taking him out of the bout: for it seems the rabble way to Somerset House, and went secretly to hear mass knew Sir Edward Hales, and the King was the most inat the chapel, treasured up little pictures and a crucifix differently dressed among them, having a pair of short in his bed-room, and prayed for hours together. He boots on, but the rest had none. The fellows were so civil was soon corrupted. His inaster, a drunken fellow, too to Sir Edward Hales, and the others, as to carry them on fond of taverns and “ The Horn” in Fleet Street, forced their backs through the mud, for the boat lay some dis

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tance from the dry ground, but as for the King they took of Father Corker, a monk employed on the same errand as him for an old priest, and Sir Edward desiring them to himself. “The Rev. Gentleman was accoutred more like a bring that gentleman also, they cried D- him for an old dragoon than a ghostly father, having on him a red coat D– he has boots on, let him come himself ; and so the with a swinging belt about a foot broad about his waist, a King with much ado waded through the mud. His Ma terrible large long sword, a campaigne wig and a laced hat, jesty had in his pocket a pair of very large diamond and he looked most furiously.” buttons for his shirt sleeves, which one of the fellows taking from him cried out, “See this old fop carries glass buttons hazardous mission, when one night coming out of a

A dozen times did our hero cross the Channel on his about him, and flung them on the ground, but the King who knew their value, took them up again, remembering tavern, he was recognised by his old guardian Harflet, that so it was to cast pearl before swine." When the King and his nephew, Major Kitchel, “ both mighty zealous was at Rochester, he remarked with a smile : " Among his for King William.” They hurried him off to Lord own guards there was hardly one to be seen at mass, but he Shrewsbury who ineffectually tried to pump him ; Dr. was then under the Prince of Orange's Dutch Guards, and Tillotson was more fortunate. He 'converted' him and about one half of them were seen with their books and persuaded him to turn informer. The Queen's kindbeads very devout at mass.'

ness, the French King's pistoles—all were forgot ; like Will. Fuller proceeds to relate how he was employed in Judas he betrayed his master. For this purpose he was the Queen's service, despatched with letters to and from furnished with money and a pass to France, and visited England, and risked his valuable neck in the Jacobite his old friends who received him as kindly as ever. His cause. On one occasion he embarked near the Tower, but heart sank at his own treachery, and he was forced to “Being observed by some busy fellows the ship was stopt “make himself half drunk whenever he appeared on and all the passengers brought back and landed at St. business." The varlet knew he richly deserved a halter, Catherine's under a guard to be conveyed to the Tower; and to smooth his conscience at last hit upon this notable and the hellish mob of the place being in an uproar cried expedient : “I resolved to keep a strict fast three days toout, Jesuits, Papists, Devils, Bloodsuckers, Murderers, gether, to spend all the time I could in devotion ; after this and what not, and so pelted us with dirt, turnip tops, and was done to put two names, James and William, in a book, all manner of filth, that before we came to the Tower, both to blindfold myself and then lay the book down, afterwards men and women were in such a pickle that we could hardly walk three times round the room, then take the book up and be known or seen what we were made of, only as we had shake it, and that name which fell nearest to me, the king I life we might otherwise be taken for a dumb St. Taffy on would serve; and doing this, William fell as close to me the first day of March.'

as might be." He summoned up courage at this propiWe must pass over all these exciting adventures and tious omen ; and placed the Queen's letters in Lord stirring incidents. One doubt only crosses our minds, Shrewsbury's hand, who copied and then forwarded Are they quite truc? He tells us how he paid fifty them to their owners. His roguery, however, did not guineas for a sailing vessel, and disguising himself in a meet with the success he anticipated, as he feelingly second-hand suit of sea clothes, besmeared his hands exclaims,—“ Had I been wise I might have made my ard face with pitch, tar, and dirt, and took post to St. own fortune, but I found the game and others got it." Germains, where he hail the honour to kiss their

He now prosecuted the honourable vocation of an inMajesty's hands, and nu8 thanked for his care and former in good earnest, but was still well received at St. faithful service.” He proceeds to relate how he waited Gerinains by the Queen, who “ did not in the least on the Queen, who “ Commanded me to go with my imagine that King William had seen the papers he Lord Walgrave to the French King, to whom his Lord. brought her.” He stayed some weeks diverting himself ship did me the honour to present me, telling his most

“ with Mr. Abel the famous singer, and several other Christian Majesty that I was the young messenger who had bright sparks about Court.” One day Father Sabran, so often been betwixt France and England upon the his old confessor, sent for him in great haste. Queen's errands. My Lord Walgrave gave the French

we were alone, alas, my child,' says he, 'what have you King the contents of the papers I brought over, who was well pleased therewith and gave me 500 pistoles out of words I presently imagined I was discovered, and standing

done? I have a letter here from England (upon which his cabinet rolled up in papers, being 100 in each roll. I had the favour to kiss his hand and his promise of future very mute in no small concern to hear him proceed) by

which,' says he, I understand you are grown a great farours. This gave me great encouragement, and I mattered not what hazardso I ran to serve the King and drinker.'

Oh! thinks I, if this be all, I matter not ; then he Queen, and truly bad I been wiser, I think I should hardly for I was not easily recovered from the fright he put me in.”

gave me ghostly advice which I received with a pensive look, have ventured so boldly as many times I did." At Bristol he was carried before a Justice of the Peace, henceforth he makes no shame of his treachery, and

This seems to have been his last qualm of conscience, who caused him to be searched, but “My papers were too secure for him to find out, some being in keys, others relates with the utmost ‘sang froid how he contracted made up in the moulds of my buttons and so covered over

1 sincere friendship" with a Mr. Crone, who was with silk or silver which I wore on my clothes ; and some afterwards tried and condemned chiefly on his evidence, letters I had sewed up in my boots within the linings."

though I was mighty sorry for my friend as it T.je good natured Judge was easily led off the right scent, friend." Patriotism we suppose had sterner duties to and invited him to dinner. A laughable description ensues perform.

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Upon his return to England he gave up his letters as a paper pinned in his hat expressing his crime, to stand before, and tanght King William how to write with three times in the pillory, be sent to Bridewell, alud invisible ink: at which invaluable receipt that phleg- there be whipt and kept to hard labour until thc secor.d matic Dutchman expressed considerable wonderment. day of next torni, and to be fined 10,000 marks."

He now became extravagant, gave rich liveries, kept ** Never," exclaims Fuller, “was man amongst several servants, followed the fashion, and ran into debt. Turks or barbarians known to be worse used." At Every ball

ht he attended the play, and set up a coach. Temple Bar he was stifled with dirt, filth and rotten The upshot was, he was arrested, carried to a sponging eggs, his eye was nearly knocked out, and he was bruised house, took lodgings in Ax Yard within the Rules of from head to heel. He was confined in the common the Bench,' and was secure from Bums.' Here he be- side of the Queen's Bench, and “ lodged under ground came acquainted with the famous Titus Oates; and in a close nauseous hole such as a gentleman would the two worthies grew very intimate. He turned Whig hardly put a dog in.". “We have no air," he mournand a dealer in plots; and " if that trade had not been fully exclaims," nor is there anything but misery to overdone” might have reaped a profitable harvest. He be seen, which makes me with holy Job cry out, • Pity was introduced to a Mr. Tutchin, a worthy scribbler, me, pity me, O ye my

friends.'' much addicted to wearing dirty linen and borrowing In a pamphlet which appeared in 1704 entitled “The half-crowns. The rest of the confraternity with Sincere and Hearty Confession of Mr. W. Fuller," this whom he at this period associated, were of a similar rival of Defoe in invention acknowledges the tale about stamp: Fuller has drawn them all in broad colours, Mrs. Grey, &c. was utterly false, and merely done to “Mr. Tutchin never had any religion that his acquain- get money. He humbly confesses " he so got lies by tance could discern, since his sentence to be whipt in every rote they became habitual to him," professes to be very market town in Dorsetshire. Sir J. Savile was an Atheist. penitent, and ends by begging to be allowed the sacraPrime went to Church for fashion sake. Murray bad seldom ment. He remained in prison till 1716, and beguiled either money or religion. Robin would rather sit and tell the time by cheating his fellow prisoners, and publishing news every Sunday at the Temple Coffee House than hear the best sermon in England."

an improved version of his life. When Harley Earl of Under such tuition he rapidly improved in Whig

Oxford was committed to the Tower, Fuller had his revenge.

That nobleman had examined him, when principles and publishing sixpenny pamphlets

. His Speaker of the House, and Fuller now addressed him a most notable performances in this line were

" A Brief Discovery of the true mother of the Prince of letter, professing to pity his misfortune but in reality Wales, by W. Fuller, Gent. sometime page of honour to

exulting at his disgrace, and hinting that he had rethe late Queen in France."

ceived French gold. In another letter he exposed his "A Further Confirmation, &c. to which is added the old friend Tutchin—then a dignified editor of “The Author's Vindication of himself."

Observator." • Twenty-six Depositions of Persons of Quality with After fifteen years confinement, he obtained leave to Letters of the late Queen, proving the whole management live within the Rules. The pillory and hemp-block had of the supposititious birth, &c."

not effected his reformation, and this prodigy still conA full Demonstration that the pretended Prince of tinued his old course of villany with undiminished sucWales was the son of Mrs. Grey."

cess until 1717; when we find William Fuller was “In 1696, his assurance," says Noble, “ arrived at indicted for a misdemeanor in cheating Richard Jones such a height that he sent a letter to the Speaker, pre- of £18. 58. The prosecutor deposed that the prisoner tending that no person had been more actively engaged pretended he was Lieutenant-General of the Tower, and with Sir John Fenwick than himself, but his character Warden of the Mint, and promised he would help him was so notoriously bad, the House would not suffer it to a storekeeper's place, &c. It was the old tale. The to be read.” He had the impudence, however, to pub- Court asked the prosecutor how he could suffer himself lish a narrative of the affair, entitled, “ An Appeal to to be imposed on; he replied, “he thought himself both Houses of Parliament." At last “his misdeeds bewitched." A second indictment followed. Fuller was overflow;" he published - Original Letters of the late found guilty and sentenced to two years imprisonment, King to his greatest friends in England, with the Depo- and a fine of fifty pounds. This is the last scene I find sitions of Thos. Jones and Thos. Witherington, Esqs.” recorded of his eventful history. His Life appeared in It was a lie from beginning to end, but it was playing 1701, and greatly iinproved in 1703. He was also the with edged tools when he trifled with Parliament. He author of two other pamphlets, which I have not seen, was peremptorily ordered to produce Mr. Jones-a Mrs. “ The Trip to Hampshire and Flanders,” and “The Harris who never appears— he is one day at Rich- Cory's Looking Glass.” mond,' or 'gone into the country,' •in town on Sunday last,' then at a friend's house ten miles off,' will be in

INQUIRY.-Where was Sir Walter Ralegh buried ? town next week.'— Poor Fuller shuffled and prevari

HERALDICUS. cated, and wrote evasive letters to the Speaker ; but all to no purpose. He was convicted as an impostor and Gilbert WAITE OF SELBORNE.—Is there any porsentenced to go to all the Courts in Westminster with trait of this well-known naturalist in existence?

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UNPUBLISHED POEMS.–Some years since a friend A MAYOR TOSSED IN A BLANKET.-" The Muses' allowed me to take a copy of “ Lines addressed to Lord Farewell to Popery and Slavery," 1690, contains “ A Byron, by a Lady, in answer to the Bride of Abydos," New Song of the Mayor being tossed in a Blanket in commencing :

the North," to the tune of “ Packington's Pound.” “ Know'st thou the land of the mountain and flood, From the farthermost part of the North we have news Where the pines of the forest for ages have stood ;

Of a man of some note that received an abuse, Where the eagle comes forth on the wings of the storm, For a Dog to be toss'd in a Blanket, 'tis known;

And her young ones are nurst on the high Cairngorm ?" But, alas, what is that to the Mayor of a Town ? I believe that I never completed the copy, so that al

For a great Magistrate

To be used at that rate, though I have more lines, I should be glad to obtain, in

All the world must allow “ Current Notes," the entire poem.

Is a very hard fate. At the same time, allow me to ask, whether any one

Ah! is it not strange? Amongst wonders we rank it, can give me a copy of some lines by Lady Dufferin,

That a Mayor of a Town should be toss'd in a Blanket? (then The Honourable Mrs. Blackwood), or can refer me

Had a drunken Tom Tinker the penance received, to a published copy of them? The lines are called,

Or a Vintner for stumming his Wine, who'd have griev'd? “ Had you ever a Cousin, Tom ?" The first verse is as

Had they bolted a Baker for making light bread, follows, so far as I can remember:

Or a Taylor for snipping a yard for a shred.
Had you ever a cousin, Tom ?

Had it been but a Tapster
And that cousin happened to sing,

For nicking and frothing,
Sisters we have by the dozen, Tom,

We'd been contented
But a cousin 's a different thing :

To take it for nothing.
And if you ever kissed her, Tom,

But as the case stands, who, alas ! don't resent it?
But let that be a secret between us,

And wish, now 'tis done, that it might be prevented ?
Your lips will be all of a blister, Tom,
For 'tis not of the sisterly genus.

Another Ballad, to the same tune, is called, “ Fum

bumbis, or the North Country Mayor," and commences : As an exchange - I wish it were better-I send an Enigma which I sketched a few years ago for the

I sing of no heretic Turk or of Tartar, amusement of a little knot of friends, who used each to

But a suffering Mayor who may pass for a martyr;

For a story so tragic was never yet told contribute something when we met at breakfast, in

By Fox, or by Stow, those authors of old. some “blythe days” at Oxford.

How a vile Lansprezado
ENIGMA.

Did a Mayor bastinado ; I am a singular character, so indefinite in my na- And play'd him a trick worse than a strapado. ture, that to define me requires a change of form. I Oh, Mayor! Mayor ! thou had'st better never trandelight in anomalies and contrasts more than in consis

sub'd,

Than thus to be toss'd in a Blanket and drub'd. tency and truth. I ever take refuge in falsehood, yet my name is one of the first taught to lisping childhood. Perhaps some of your North Country correspondents Though I am neither mind nor conscience, and know not can explain the affair, and inform me of the name of love, my throne is the centre of the heart of every crea- the luckless wight thus forced to undergo poor Sancho ture living. I am totally independent of opinions, and Panza's fate.

A BOOKWORM. can stand without support. In Asia, Africa, and America I have made a considerable figure; and all states

“ Pills to Purge MELANCHOLY" is a song men are generally indebted to me for name, fame, and commencing reputation. The Jews estimate my value one thousand

St. George, he was for fair England,

St. Denis was for France ; fold higher than the Gentiles, yet I have no share in

Sing “Honi soit qui mal y pense !" either of them. Partaking of the nature of platina, I abhor gold, silver, tin and copper, yet without me amal

I would have sent you the entire song, but like most gamation is impossible. I disavow modesty, and am not of Tom D'Urfey's pieces, it is somewhat too gross for deficient in brass. I belong not to brutes, but am as

publication ; however, it contains the quotation inquired essential to man as his soul ; and yet without me, the after in the last number of the “ Current Notes." Church has appeared content to receive every member “ Brave Warwick's Guy, at dinner time, challenged a into her fold.

FELTHAM.

And straight came out the unwieldy lout, brimful of wrath and cabbage."

G. Greek. INQUIRY.--A Subscriber wishes to know who is the author of the Ode beginning thus :

Opp NUMBERS.- In • The Merry Wives of Windsor,'

Falstaff says to Dame Quickly — "I hope good luck
Descend, ye nine, descend and sing,
The breathing instrument inspire ;

lies in odd numbers ; – they say there is divinity in odd Awake to life each silent string,

numbers either in nativity, chance, or death." What is And strike the sounding lyre !

the origin of this popular belief? Rusticus.

IN THE

Giant savage,

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