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It would not be more unreasonable to transplant a favorite flower out of black earth into gold dust than it is for a person to let money-getting harden his heart into contempt, or into impatience, of the little attentions, the merriments and the caresses of domestic life.

William Mountford

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William Mountford
Age: 68 †
Born: 1816
Born: May 31
Died: 1885
Died: April 20
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