Thoreau writes in his journal:
Evening by river to Ed. Hosmer’s . . . Returning after ten, by moonlight, see the bullfrogs lying at full length on the pads where they trump.
Mary Moody Emerson writes to Thoreau:
“Its very nakedness has power
To aid the hour,”
Says old Sir Walter. However, the “old Bobbin Woman was steady to her Bible,” where each page unfolded words of comfort and assurance. Yet the memory of intelligence and extensive mentality will never fail to give a vivid pleasure to reflection,—if shaded by the faith of future uncertainties,—’t is well to admit the decrees of unerring rectitude. If you write to M.E. it will brighten the solitude so desired. Had I been detaining by nothing but weather! but I must pack up my daylight.
Mary Emerson
