unhappiness, and anxiously asked him where he could find a mine of
diamonds. "What do you want of diamonds?" asked the astonished priest.
"I want to be rich and place my children on thrones." "All you have to
do is to go and search until you find them," said the priest. "But
where shall I go?" asked the poor farmer. "Go anywhere, north, south,
east, or west." "How shall I know when I have found the place?" "When
you find a river running over white sands between high mountain ranges,
in those white sands you will find diamonds," answered the priest.

The discontented man sold the farm for what he could get, left his
family with a neighbor, took the money he had at interest, and went to
search for the coveted treasure. Over the mountains of Arabia, through
Palestine and Egypt, he wandered for years, but found no diamonds.
When his money was all gone and starvation stared him in the face,
ashamed of his folly and of his rags, poor Ali Hafed threw himself into
the tide and was drowned. The man who bought his farm was a contented
man, who made the most of his surroundings, and did not believe in
going away from home to hunt for diamonds or success. While his camel
was drinking in the garden one day, he noticed a flash of light from
the white sands of the brook. He picked up a pebble, and pleased with
its brilliant hues took it into the house, put it on the shelf near the
fireplace, and forgot all about it.

The old priest of Buddha who had filled Ali Hafed with the fatal
discontent called one day upon the new owner of the farm. He had no
sooner entered the room than his eye caught that flash of light from
the stone. "Here's a diamond! here's a diamond!" he shouted in great
excitement. "Has Ali Hafed returned?" "No," said the farmer, "nor is
that a diamond. That is but a stone." They went into the garden and
stirred up the white sand with their fingers, and behold, other
diamonds more beautiful than the first gleamed out of it. So the
famous diamond beds of Golconda were discovered. Had Ali Hafed been
content to remain at home, and dug in his own garden, instead of going
abroad in search for wealth, he would have been one of the richest men
in the world, for the entire farm abounded in the richest of gems.

You have your own special place and work. Find it, fill it. Scarcely
a boy or girl will read these lines but has much better opportunity to
win success than Garfield, Wilson, Franklin, Lincoln, Harrie