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Per	Fees	Est. Rewards	Rev. BTC	Rev. $	Cost	Profit
Hour	0.126553	1.279593	0.000000	$0.00	$0.01	-$0.01
Day	3.037276	30.710234	0.000000	$0.06	$0.22	-$0.16
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Week	21.260931	214.971640	0.000003	$0.41	$1.51	-$1.11
Month	91.118277	921.307027	0.000014	$1.74	$6.48	-$4.74

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Last Hour	0.172928	1.748496	0.000000	$0.00	$0.01	-$0.01
Last Day	3.037276	30.710234	0.000000	$0.06	$0.22	-$0.16
Last 3 Days	10.455406	105.715773	0.000002	$0.20	$0.65	-$0.45
Last Week	25.913777	262.017079	0.000004	$0.50	$1.51	-$1.02

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Nonkyc	1.5090 sat	0.00 BTC	1.5716 sat	1.5658 sat	1.8012 sat

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HeroMiners	EU, US, Asia	0.90%	2.54 Gh/s	52.7%	39
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zpool KawPow	EU, US	1.00%	744.91 Mh/s	Multi-coin pool	13
Mining-Dutch	EU	2.00%	70.99 Mh/s	1.5%	2
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Although of Syrian extraction, his attitude towards Oriental superstition was one of uncompromising hostility; and in writing against Christianity, his criticism of the Old Testament seems to have closely resembled that of modern rationalism. But with Porphyry’s disciple, Iamblichus, every restraint is thrown aside, the wildest Oriental fancies are accepted as articles of belief, and the most senseless devotional practices are inculcated as means towards the attainment of a truly spiritual life. 110 This and other events at length convinced the stupid and ungrateful Emperor that the war was[56] hopeless. Russia had as good as deserted him; Prussia, so lately won over, was again wavering; Sweden and Holland had joined the allies; and Spain, so far from helping him, could not drive the enemy from a corner of its own territory. He therefore listened to terms of peace which were offered by the allies through the pacific medium of Fleury, and the preliminaries were signed at Paris by the Austrian Ambassador on the 31st of May with England, France, and Holland. The Emperor agreed to suspend for seven years the charter of the Ostend Company; to confirm all treaties previous to 1725; and to refer any other objects of dispute to a general congress. Several articles were introduced regarding Spain. The English consented to withdraw the fleet of Admiral Hosier from blockading Porto Bello, so that the galleons could return home; the siege of Gibraltar was to be discontinued, and the Prince Frederick to be restored. These articles were signed by the Spanish Ambassador at Paris, but Philip himself never ratified them, and England and Spain continued in a dubious state of neither peace nor war. With "The Battle of the Books" appeared "The Tale of a Tub;" and though these were anonymous, it was soon well known that they were from the hand of Jonathan Swift, a friend of Harley and Bolingbroke, who now assumed a position in the public eye destined to be rendered yet more remarkable. Swift was of English parentage, but born in Dublin in 1667. He was educated at Kilkenny and the University of Dublin. In early life he became private secretary to Sir William Temple, and at this time he wrote his "Tale of a Tub," which cut off all his hopes of a bishopric. He edited a selection from the papers of Temple, and then accompanied Lord Berkeley to Ireland as chaplain. Disappointed of the preferment which he had hoped for, he went over from the Whigs to the Tories in 1710, and thenceforward was an unscrupulous adherent of Harley and Bolingbroke, defending all their measures in the "Examiner," and pouring out his vengeance on all opponents with unflinching truculence. 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