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DIAMOND.<br />
When the coal in the grate warms us, the gem on our hand re-<br />
sponds to its glow. One is the gift of the dim past to our necessities ;<br />
the other represents the height of modern luxury. Yet both are<br />
chemically the same.<br />
These ancient buried forests which protect us from the cold<br />
are largely composed of carbon. Every breath we expel is full of<br />
carbon. It is an elemental substance without which we would die.<br />
Yet in its crystallized form, it is as rare as the diamond. In fact, it<br />
is the diamond. The diamond is pure carbon.<br />
All great things are : simple air, water, fire sunset and moon-<br />
;<br />
rise the ; night and the dawn our five senses birth and death.<br />
; ;<br />
Diamond is the poem of the inorganic world : still, it is nothing<br />
but carbon; not another thing enters into its composition; while<br />
tourmaline, a bushel of which would not buy the Kohinoor, is infinitely<br />
complex.<br />
Though the composition of the diamond is absolutely simple, yet<br />
it defies explanation, it is the despair of science. No chemist can<br />
make one, no mineralogist can tell how it is made. Here even the<br />
learned must resort to generalities. Though heat and pressure and<br />
time have much to do with its crystalline form, what does that mean ?<br />
What is the magic that enables a dull substance once in a thousand<br />
years to blossom like the rose ?<br />
The stolid Boer boys played long with bright pebbles before the<br />
genius came and directed capital to buy the farm. Then the whole<br />
world bought. To us, here at home, it is a miracle. Yet as the<br />
diamond itself is the simplest of things, so great deeds are rooted in<br />
single instincts of the heart. The youth craves adventure, the adult<br />
a living, the financier a fortune, the slave his freedom, the explorer<br />
the realization of his dream, and all combined turn the world inside<br />
out : the Pole is found, earth's treasures are disclosed and men and<br />
women grow in wealth, elegance and power.<br />
A man longs for the open, starts out with more zeal than money,<br />
trudges over a barren land, nearly dies of fatigue, hunger and thirst,<br />
falls fainting before a humble cabin, picks up a souvenir, and the re-<br />
sult is the De Beers Consolidated, fortune upon fortune, and at last<br />
the scintillating parterre at the Opera !<br />
The pioneer may not share in this. Yet he has had his compensation.<br />
He has broken the chains of custom. He has made fertile<br />
the waste places of the earth. To the explorer comes a joy but<br />
dimly perceived by him who merely profits thereby. He must be<br />
shaken by an emotion akin to Creation the remembrance of which<br />
will follow him to the end of his days.<br />
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