Midas has had the excitement of accumulating what he has grubbed, and that has been his life and his love and his god.

He cannot take that god with him when he dies.

I wonder if the worthy gods are those we can take with us.
Midas must teach all to be as Midas; the young must be raised in his religion-- The manuscript ended there, and Sheridan was not anxious for more.
He crumpled the sheets into a ball, depositing it (with vigor) in a waste-basket beside him; then, rising, he consulted a Cyclopedia of Names, which a book-agent had somehow sold to him years before; a volume now first put to use for the location of "Midas." Having read the legend, Sheridan walked up and down the spacious office, exhaling the breath of contempt.

"Dam' fool!" he mumbled.

But this was no new thought, nor was the contrariness of Bibbs's notes a surpise to him; and presently he dismissed the matter from his mind.
He felt very lonely, and this was, daily, his hardest hour.