Concord, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal:
Viburnum Lentago berries now perhaps in prime, though there are but few blue ones.
Thinking this afternoon of the prospect of my writing lectures and going abroad to read them the next winter, I realized how incomparably great the advantages of obscurity and poverty which I have enjoyed so long (and may still perhaps enjoy). I thought with what more than princely, with what poetical, leisure I had spent my years hitherto, without care or engagement, fancy-free. I have given myself up to nature, I have lived so many springs and summers and autumns and Winters as if I had nothing else to do but live them, and imbibe whatever nutriment they had for me; I have spent a couple of years, for instance, with the flowers chiefly, having none other so binding engagement as to observe when they opened; I could have afforded to spend a whole fall observing the changing tints of the foliage. Ah, how I have thriven on solitude and poverty! . . .
Thoreau also writes to Marston Watson in reply to his letter of 17 September:
I am glad to hear from you & the Plymouth men again. The world still holds together between Concord and Plymouth, it seems. I should like to be with you while Mr [A. Bronson] Alcott is there, but I cannot come next Sunday. I will come Sunday after next, that is Oct 1st, if that will do,—and look out for you at the depot.
I do not like to promise now more than one discourse. Is there a good precedent for 2?
Yrs Concordially
Henry D. Thoreau.
Watson replies on 24 September.
Plymouth, Mass. A. Bronson Alcott writes in his journal: