A man was taken into one of our insane asylums a few years ago from one of the Western cities. He had resolved to be rich. How he turned every stone to accumulate wealth! All his energy and every faculty were pushed toward that one end. “Wealth, wealth, wealth! money, money, money!” was his cry. At last it drove him mad, and they took him to the mad-house, where he threw himself into a rocking-chair, and cried:
“Millions of money, and in a mad-house!”
That was all there was of his life. Pretty short, wasn’t it? Sixty years gone, millions of money, and in a mad-house; and he died there. That was the summing up of his life.