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that audience, for they responded so keenly and

with such heartfelt pleasure throughout the entire
lecture. And not only were they immensely

pleased and amused and interested--and to
achieve that at a crossroads church was in

itself a triumph to be proud of--but I knew that
every listener was given an impulse toward doing

something for himself and for others, and that
with at least some of them the impulse would

materialize in acts. Over and over one realizes
what a power such a man wields.

And what an unselfishness! For, far on in
years as he is, and suffering pain, he does not

chop down his lecture to a definite length; he
does not talk for just an hour or go on grudgingly

for an hour and a half. He sees that the people
are fascinated and inspired, and he forgets pain,

ignores time, forgets that the night is late and that
he has a long journey to go to get home, and

keeps on generously" target="_blank" title="ad.慷慨地">generously for two hours! And every
one wishes it were four.

Always he talks with ease and sympathy.
There are geniality, composure, humor, simple

and homely jests--yet never does the audience
forget that he is every moment in tremendous

earnest. They bubble with responsive laughter
or are silent in riveted attention. A stir can be

seen to sweep over an audience, of earnestness" target="_blank" title="n.认真,急切;坚定">earnestness or
surprise or amusement or resolve. When he is

grave and sober or fervid the people feel that he
is himself a fervidly earnest man, and when he is

telling something humorous there is on his part
almost a repressed chuckle, a genialappreciation

of the fun of it, not in the least as if he were laughing
at his own humor, but as if he and his hearers

were laughing together at something of which they
were all humorously cognizant.

Myriad successes in life have come through the
direct inspiration of this single lecture. One hears

of so many that there must be vastly more that
are never told. A few of the most recent were

told me by Dr. Conwell himself, one being of
a farmer boy who walked a long distance to hear

him. On his way home, so the boy, now a man,
has written him, he thought over and over of

what he could do to advance himself, and before
he reached home he learned that a teacher was

wanted at a certain country school. He knew
he did not know enough to teach, but was sure he

could learn, so he bravely asked for the place.
And something in his earnestness" target="_blank" title="n.认真,急切;坚定">earnestness made him win

a temporary appointment. Thereupon he worked
and studied so hard and so devotedly, while he

daily taught, that within a few months he was
regularly employed there. ``And now,'' says

Conwell, abruptly, with his characteristic skim-
ming over of the intermediate details between the

important beginning of a thing and the satisfactory
end, ``and now that young man is one of

our college presidents.''
And very recently a lady came to Dr. Conwell,

the wife of an exceptionallyprominent man
who was earning a large salary, and she told him

that her husband was so unselfishly generous
with money that often they were almost in straits.

And she said they had bought a little farm as a
country place, paying only a few hundred dollars

for it, and that she had said to herself,
laughingly, after hearing the lecture, ``There are no

acres of diamonds on this place!'' But she also
went on to tell that she had found a spring of

exceptionally fine water there, although in buying
they had scarcely known of the spring at all;

and she had been so inspired by Conwell that she
had had the water analyzed and, finding that it

was remarkably pure, had begun to have it bottled
and sold under a trade name as special spring

water. And she is making money. And she also
sells pure ice from the pool, cut in winter-time

and all because of ``Acres of Diamonds''!
Several millions of dollars, in all, have been

received by Russell Conwell as the proceeds from
this single lecture. Such a fact is almost staggering--

and it is more staggering to realize what
good is done in the world by this man, who does

not earn for himself, but uses his money in
immediate helpfulness. And one can neither think

nor write with moderation when it is further
realized that far more good than can be done

directly with money he does by uplifting and
inspiring with this lecture. Always his heart is

with the weary and the heavy-laden. Always
he stands for self-betterment.

Last year, 1914, he and his work were given
unique recognition. For it was known by his

friends that this particular lecture was approaching
its five-thousandth delivery, and they planned

a celebration of such an event in the history of the
most popular lecture in the world. Dr. Conwell

agreed to deliver it in the Academy of Music, in
Philadelphia, and the building was packed and

the streets outside were thronged. The proceeds
from all sources for that five-thousandth lecture

were over nine thousand dollars.
The hold which Russell Conwell has gained on

the affections and respect of his home city was
seen not only in the thousands who strove to

hear him, but in the prominent men who served
on the local committee in charge of the celebration.

There was a national committee, too, and
the nation-wide love that he has won, the nation-

wide appreciation of what he has done and is
still doing, was shown by the fact that among the

names of the notables on this committee were
those of nine governors of states. The Governor

of Pennsylvania was himself present to do Russell
Conwell honor, and he gave to him a key

emblematic of the Freedom of the State.
The ``Freedom of the State''--yes; this man,

well over seventy, has won it. The Freedom of
the State, the Freedom of the Nation--for this

man of helpfulness, this marvelous exponent of
the gospel of success, has worked marvelously for

the freedom, the betterment, the liberation, the
advancement, of the individual.

FIFTY YEARS ON THE LECTURE
PLATFORM

BY
RUSSELL H. CONWELL

AN Autobiography! What an absurd request!
If all the conditions were favorable, the story

of my public Life could not be made interesting.
It does not seem possible that any will care to

read so plain and uneventful a tale. I see nothing
in it for boasting, nor much that could be helpful.

Then I never saved a scrap of paper intentionally
concerning my work to which I could refer, not

a book, not a sermon, not a lecture, not a newspaper
notice or account, not a magazine article,

not one of the kind biographies written from time
to time by noble friends have I ever kept even as

a souvenir, although some of them may be in my
library. I have ever felt that the writers concerning

my life were too generous and that my own
work was too hastily done. Hence I have nothing

upon which to base an autobiographical account,
except the recollections which come to an

overburdened mind.
My general view of half a century on the

lecture platform brings to me precious and beautiful
memories, and fills my soul with devout gratitude

for the blessings and kindnesses which have
been given to me so far beyond my deserts.

So much more success has come to my hands
than I ever expected; so much more of good

have I found than even youth's wildest dream
included; so much more effective have been my

weakest endeavors than I ever planned or hoped--
that a biography written truthfully would be

mostly an account of what men and women have
done for me.

I have lived to see accomplished far more than
my highest ambition included, and have seen the

enterprises I have undertaken rush by me, pushed
on by a thousand strong hands until they have

left me far behind them. The realities are like
dreams to me. Blessings on the loving hearts and

noble minds who have been so willing to sacrifice
for others' good and to think only of what

they could do, and never of what they should get!
Many of them have ascended into the Shining

Land, and here I am in mine age gazing up alone,
_Only waiting till the shadows

Are a little longer grown_.
Fifty years! I was a young man, not yet of

age, when I delivered my first platform lecture.
The Civil War of 1861-65 drew on with all its

passions, patriotism, horrors, and fears, and I was
studying law at Yale University. I had from

childhood felt that I was ``called to the ministry.''
The earliest event of memory is the prayer of

my father at family prayers in the little old cottage
in the Hampshire highlands of the Berkshire

Hills, calling on God with a sobbing voice
to lead me into some special service for the

Saviour. It filled me with awe, dread, and fear, and
I recoiled from the thought, until I determined

to fight against it with all my power. So I sought
for other professions and for decent excuses for

being anything but a preacher.
Yet while I was nervous and timid before the

class in declamation and dreaded to face any
kind of an audience, I felt in my soul a strange

impulsion toward public speaking which for years
made me miserable. The war and the public

meetings for recruiting soldiers furnished an outlet
for my suppressed sense of duty, and my first

lecture was on the ``Lessons of History'' as
applied to the campaigns against the Confederacy.

That matchlesstemperanceorator and loving
friend, John B. Gough, introduced me to the little



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