Thoreau writes in his journal:
I hear part of phoebe’s strain, as I go over the railroad bridge. It is the voice of dying summer. The pads now left on the river are chiefly those of the white lily . . . Nasturtium hispidum still in bloom, and will be for some time . . .
The Poa hirsuta is left on the upper edge of the meadows (as at J. Hosmer’s), as too thin and poor a grass, beneath the attention of the farmers. How fortunate that it grows in such places and not in the midst of the rank grasses which are cut! With its beautiful fine purple color, its beautiful purple blush, it reminds me and supplies the place of the rhexia now about done. Close by, or held in your hand, its fine color is not obvious,—it is but dull,—but [at] a distance, with a suitable light, it is exceedingly beautiful. It is at the same time in bloom. This is one of the most interesting phenomena of August . . .
Portland, Maine. The Portland Transcript prints an excerpt from the “Brute Neighbors” chapter of Walden.
Boston, Mass. Walden is reviewed in the Christian Register.
Philadelphia, Penn. Walden is reviewed in the Saturday Evening Post.