The display of wealth to me is an evidence of a depraved nature.  The use of wealth, is in relieving the wants of mankind.  The time is coming when the millionaires will be the despised of the people, for they are learning fast that people who amass fortunes, and hoard them, are in that condition because they have ground the face of the poor.  They are not honest or good.  A man or woman now that can hoard money or goods and pass and repass the suffering every day, has a cold, selfish heart, and instead of its being in the future a letter of credit to say:  “Mr. So and So is a millionaire,” it will be a disgrace as it should be, to live for wealth and self alone.  Still ’tis well to get all the money in a good way, that you can and then use it in a good cause.  Job was a rich man but he was a friend of the “fatherless and widow.”  “He dealt his bread to the hungry.  He was feet to the lame and eyes to the blind.”  Such rich men as Job are blessings, but those men who boast of their hoarded treasures, spend their money in the gratification of their lusts, to them God says:  “Woe or curses unto you rich men!  Weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you!  Your garments are motheaten, your gold is cankered and the rust shall eat your flesh as if it were fire.”  Yes, there is a class of rich men that would now howl, and weep with all their money, if they knew their fate.

I have never had so light a heart or felt so well satisfied as since I smashed those murder mills.  For years I had an aching, weeping heart.  I would often put ashes on my head.  I felt like wearing sackcloth.  I can see the hand of God in my life.  From a small child I loved the world, used to be fond of pets.  It seemed that my pets always came to grief.  Then I was very anxious to be thought smart.  Would try to write and wanted a thorough education.  I became almost an invalid.  Could not attend school.  Was hindered on account of the circumstances brought about by the Civil war.  The man I loved and married brought to me bitter grief.  The child I loved so well became afflicted and never seemed to want my love.  The man I married, hoping to serve God, I found to be opposed to all I did, as a Christian.  I used to wonder why this was.  I saw others with their loving children and husbands and I would wish their condition was mine.  I now see why God saw in me a great lover, and in order to have me use that love for Him, and others, He did not let me have those that would have narrowed my life down to my own selfish wishes.  Oh! the grief He has sent me!  Oh! the fiery trials!  Oh! the shattered hopes!  How I love Him for this!  “Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth.”  There are pages in my life that have had much to do in bringing me in sympathy with the fallen tempted natures.  These I cannot write, but let no erring, sinful man or woman think that Carry Nation would not understand this, for Carry Nation is a sinner saved by grace and