I know He can save to the uttermost, all that come unto Him.  “Heaven is made for redeemed sinners and hell for the proud and disobedient.”  When I see the proud glance, the boastful manner, the display of, “I am better than thou,” I feel pity and commiseration for the poor dying creature and see “behind the face a grinning skull”.  I like the companionship of the servant in the kitchen more than the mistress in the parlor.  I covet the humblest walk.  I wish for the power, often, to make the rich take back seats, and give the front to the poor, the crippled, the lame and the blind.  I will not have a piece of fine furniture.  I have no carpets on my floors.  I have two small rooms in Topeka in the building I desire to give to the W. C. T. U. for prohibition work.  The little cupboard I use is made of a dry-goods box, with shelves in it, a curtain in front.  My dishes, all told, kitchen and dining-room, are not worth five dollars.  This is what the poor have, and better than some have.  It is good enough.  It is better than my blessed Lord had.  I desire nothing better.  I would feel like a reprobate to fill my room with expensive furniture, using money I could feed the hungry with, clothe the naked, doing things that would please my Lord.  What a change!  I used to delight in cut-glass, china, plush, velvet and lace.  Now I can say “vanity of vanity, all is vanity!” There may be almost selfishness in this eager desire I have to give away the means that are at my disposal.  What I use or leave behind will never be placed to my credit in the bank of heaven.  What we give away for the love of God and our neighbor is all we take with us.  I will be so delighted with a home that I can call mine, forever.  I like nice wearing apparel but I will not be deceived by spending my time and means for that which will hinder me from having them where moth and rust doth not corrupt and where thieves do not break through and steal.  So I wish to make to myself friends of the mammon of unrighteousness and not enemies, for the hoarded dollars are bitter foes that will be witnesses against these rich men at That Day.  I am praying that God may send me means to carry out a plan to save Kansas from traitors.  The state has made herself a name, that will endure forever, because she began a warfare against a government at a time when few were wise enough to see that this revolution meant defiance to the rum-soaked republican rule.  Every moral reform is a protest against this government we live under.  What does the W. C. T. U. mean?  The mothers banding themselves together to prevent the Government from slaughtering them.