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Sure there's different roads from this to Dungarvan* - some thinks one road pleasanter, and some think another wouldn't it be mighty foolish to quarrel for this? - and sure isn't it twice worse to thry to interfere with people for choosing the road they like best to heaven?

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Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Age: 59 †
Born: 1789
Born: September 1
Died: 1849
Died: June 4
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