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.