At Nashville, Tenn., there recently died an eccentric old lady,
known in the neighborhood as a miser of the most pronounced
type, tho possessing multiplied thousands. After her death the
premises were searched for the money, known to be hidden in
various places about the house. She had no confidence in banks,
and therefore employed this method of concealing her treasures.
For seventeen years she never left her home, lest some one get
her money. Was ever a life more completely misspent? The joy
she might have had by helping others, she missed because of her
miserly disposition. She preferred to be poor--really poor--in
the midst of her gold. She starved her soul that she might
worship at the shrine of Mammon.--_The Gospel Messenger._
(1950)