Thoreau writes in his journal:
My Aunt Maria asked me to read the life of Dr. [Thomas] Chalmers, which however I did not promise to do. Yesterday, Sunday, she was heard through the partition shouting to my Aunt Jane, who is deaf, “Think of it! He stood half an hour to-day to hear the frogs croak, and he wouldn’t read the life of Chalmers.”
6 A.M.—To Cliffs . . .
P.M.—To Assabet . . .
I saw in Dodd’s yard and flying thence to the alders by the river what I think must be the tree sparrow.
Boston, Mass. Amos Bronson Alcott writes to Thomas Wentworth Higginson on 30 March:
. . . on Monday Thoreau read me parts of ‘The Walden Life’ which you will be pleased to learn is now printing for us, and its publick” (The Letters of A. Bronson Alcott, 165).
