ACRES OF DIAMONDS BY RUSSELL H. CONWELL …

1 ACRESOF DIAMONDSBYRUSSELL H. CONWELLFOUNDER OF temple UNIVERSITYPHILADELPHIA_HIS LIFE AND ACHIEVEMENTSBYROBERT SHACKLETON_With an Autobiographical NoteACRES OF DIAMONDSCONTENTSACRES OF DIAMONDSHIS LIFE AND ACHIEVEMENTSI. THE STORY OF THE SWORDII. THE BEGINNING AT OLD LEXINGTONIII. STORY OF THE FIFTY-SEVEN CENTSIV. HIS POWER AS ORATOR AND PREACHERV. GIFT FOR INSPIRING OTHERSVI. MILLIONS OF HEARERSVII. HOW A university WAS FOUNDEDVIII. HIS SPLENDID EFFICIENCYIX. THE STORY OF `` ACRES OF DIAMONDS ''FIFTY YEARS ON THE LECTURE PLATFORMAN APPRECIATIONTHOUGH RUSSELL H. CONWELL 's ACRES of Diamondshave been spread all over the United States,time and care have made them more valuable,and now that they have been reset in black andwhite by their discoverer, they are to be laid in thehands of a multitude for their the same case with these gems there is afascinating story of the Master Jeweler's life-workwhich splendidly illustrates the ultimate unit ofpower by showing what one man can do in oneday and what one life is worth to the his neighbor and intimate friend inPhiladelphia for thirty years, I am free to say thatRussell H.

2 CONWELL 's tall, manly figure standsout in the state of Pennsylvania as its first citizenand ``The Big Brother'' of its seven millions the beginning of his career he has been acredible witness in the Court of Public Works tothe truth of the strong language of the NewTestament Parable where it says, ``If ye havefaith as a grain of mustard-seed, ye shall say untothis mountain, `Remove hence to yonder place,'AND IT SHALL REMOVE AND NOTHING SHALL BEIMPOSSIBLE UNTO a student, schoolmaster, lawyer, preacher,organizer, thinker and writer, lecturer, educator,diplomat, and leader of men, he has made hismark on his city and state and the times in whichhe has lived. A man dies, but his good work ideas, ideals, and enthusiasms have inspiredtens of thousands of lives.

3 A book full of theenergetics of a master workman is just what everyyoung man cares {signature} ACRES OF lecture has been delivered under thesecircumstances: I visit a town or city, and try to arrive thereearlyenough to see the postmaster, the barber, the keeper of thehotel,the principal of the schools, and the ministers of some of thechurches, and then go into some of the factories and stores, andtalk with the people, and get into sympathy with the localconditions of that town or city and see what has been theirhistory,what opportunities they had, and what they had failed to do--and every town fails to do something--and then go to the lectureand talk to those people about the subjects which applied totheir locality. `` ACRES of DIAMONDS ''--the idea--hascontinuouslybeen precisely the same.

4 The idea is that in this countryof ours every man has the opportunity to make more of himselfthan he does in his own environment, with his own skill, withhis own energy, and with his own friends. RUSSELL H. OF DIAMONDS [1]This is the most recent and complete form of the happened to be delivered in Philadelphia, Dr. CONWELL 'shome city. When he says ``right here in Philadelphia,'' he meansthe home city, town, or village of every reader of this book,justas he would use the name of it if delivering the lecture there,instead of doing it through the pages which going down the Tigris and Euphratesrivers many years ago with a party ofEnglish travelers I found myself under the directionof an old Arab guide whom we hired up atBagdad, and I have often thought how that guideresembled our barbers in certain mentalcharacteristics.

5 He thought that it was not only hisduty to guide us down those rivers, and do what hewas paid for doing, but also to entertain us withstories curious and weird, ancient and modern,strange and familiar. Many of them I have forgotten,and I am glad I have, but there is one Ishall never old guide was leading my camel by itshalter along the banks of those ancient rivers, andhe told me story after story until I grew wearyof his story-telling and ceased to listen. I havenever been irritated with that guide when helost his temper as I ceased listening. But Iremember that he took off his Turkish cap andswung it in a circle to get my attention. I couldsee it through the corner of my eye, but I determinednot to look straight at him for fear he wouldtell another story.

6 But although I am not awoman, I did finally look, and as soon as I did hewent right into another he, ``I will tell you a story now which Ireserve for my particular friends.'' When heemphasized the words ``particular friends,'' Ilistened, and I have ever been glad I did. I reallyfeel devoutly thankful, that there are 1,674 youngmen who have been carried through college bythis lecture who are also glad that I did old guide told me that there once lived notfar from the River Indus an ancient Persian bythe name of Ali Hafed. He said that Ali Hafedowned a very large farm, that he had orchards,grain-fields, and gardens; that he had money atinterest, and was a wealthy and contented was contented because he was wealthy, andwealthy because he was contented.

7 One daythere visited that old Persian farmer one of theseancient Buddhist priests, one of the wise men ofthe East. He sat down by the fire and told theold farmer how this world of ours was said that this world was once a mere bank offog, and that the Almighty thrust His finger intothis bank of fog, and began slowly to move Hisfinger around, increasing the speed until at lastHe whirled this bank of fog into a solid ball offire. Then it went rolling through the universe,burning its way through other banks of fog, andcondensed the moisture without, until it fell infloods of rain upon its hot surface, and cooledthe outward crust. Then the internal fires burstingoutward through the crust threw up the mountainsand hills, the valleys, the plains and prairiesof this wonderful world of ours.

8 If this internalmolten mass came bursting out and cooled veryquickly it became granite; less quickly copper,less quickly silver, less quickly gold, and, aftergold, DIAMONDS were the old priest, ``A diamond is a congealeddrop of sunlight.'' Now that is literally scientificallytrue, that a diamond is an actual depositof carbon from the sun. The old priest told AliHafed that if he had one diamond the size ofhis thumb he could purchase the county, and ifhe had a mine of DIAMONDS he could place hischildren upon thrones through the influence oftheir great Hafed heard all about DIAMONDS , how muchthey were worth, and went to his bed that nighta poor man. He had not lost anything, but hewas poor because he was discontented, anddiscontented because he feared he was poor.

9 Hesaid, ``I want a mine of DIAMONDS ,'' and he layawake all in the morning he sought out the know by experience that a priest is very crosswhen awakened early in the morning, and whenhe shook that old priest out of his dreams, AliHafed said to him:``Will you tell me where I can find DIAMONDS ?''`` DIAMONDS ! What do you want with DIAMONDS ?''``Why, I wish to be immensely rich.''``Well, then, go along and find them. That isall you have to do; go and find them, and thenyou have them.'' ``But I don't know where togo.'' ``Well, if you will find a river that runsthrough white sands, between high mountains,in those white sands you will always finddiamonds.'' ``I don't believe there is any suchriver.'' ``Oh yes, there are plenty of them.

10 Allyou have to do is to go and find them, and thenyou have them.'' Said Ali Hafed, ``I will go.''So he sold his farm, collected his money, lefthis family in charge of a neighbor, and away hewent in search of DIAMONDS . He began his search,very properly to my mind, at the Mountains ofthe Moon. Afterward he came around into Palestine,then wandered on into Europe, and at lastwhen his money was all spent and he was inrags, wretchedness, and poverty, he stood on theshore of that bay at Barcelona, in Spain, whena great tidal wave came rolling in between thepillars of Hercules, and the poor, afflicted,suffering, dying man could not resist the awfultemptation to cast himself into that incoming tide, andhe sank beneath its foaming crest, never to risein this life that old guide had told me that awfullysad story he stopped the camel I was riding onand went back to fix the baggage that was comingoff another camel, and I had an opportunity tomuse over his story while he was gone.