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around. Who does not despise the man that 

 invariably reminds you of his wealth rather than 

 himself? Who can measure the contempt 

 which that woman inspires who invariably se- 

 cures attention to her dress, while graces of 

 character are tardily, if ever, discovered. Such 

 big, showy, useless plants are called weeds in 

 the garden. 



But there are wealthy people who are the 

 most skilful of alchemists, and refine their 

 money into books, pictures, and intelligent 

 travel, and thence, by a mystic process, into 

 the golden warp and woof of their minds. 

 Modest diamonds may sparkle on their persons, 

 but richer gems drop from their mouths. More 

 truly, they are like the fruits in my garden, 

 that from the gross abundance and materiality 

 at their roots se'ect with delicate precision 

 and exquisite choice that which makes the 

 melting raspberry and luscious grape. Such 



