Concord, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal:
Bought a book at Little & Brown’s, paying a nine-pence more on a volume than it was offered me for elsewhere . . . (Journal, 13:29-30).
Cambridge, Mass. Thoreau checks out Histoire des animaux d’Aristotle, avec la traduction françois par M. Camus and Θεοφραστου Ερεσιου τα σωζομενα, volume 2 from Harvard College Library (Companion to Thoreau’s Correspondence, 292).
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes to Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have time to write a few words about the Dial. I have just received the three first signatures, which do not yet complete Lane’s piece. He will place five hundred copies for sale at Munroe’s bookstore. Wheeler has sent you two fill sheet—more about the German Universities—and proper names, which will have to be printed on alphabetical order for convenience: what this one has done. that one is doing. and the otter intends to do. Hammer-Purgstall (Von Hammer) may be one, for aught I know. However, there are two or three things in it, as well as names. One of the books of Herodotus is discovered to be out of place. He says something about saving sent to Lowell by the last steamer. a budget of literary news. which he will have communicated to you ere this. Mr Alcott has a letter from the Heraud, and a book written by him,—the Life of Savonarola.—which he wishes to have republished here. Mr. Lane will write a notice of it. (The latter says that what is in the New York post office may be directed to Mr. Alcott.) Miss [Elizabeth] Peabody has sent a “Notice to the readers of the Dial,” which is not good.
Mr. Chapin lectured this evening, and so rhetorically that I forgot my duty and heard very little. I find myself better than I have been, and am meditating some other method of paying debts than by lectures and writing,—which will only do to talk about. If anything of that “other” sort should come to your ears in New York, will you remember it for me?
Excuse this scrawl, which I have written over the embers in the dining-room. I hope that you live on good terms with yourself and the gods,
Yours in haste,
Henry
Thoreau lectures on “The Rights and Duties of the Individual in Relation to the State” at the Unitarian Church for the Concord Lyceum (“The Rights and Duties of the Individual in Relation to the State“; Studies in the American Renaissance, 1995, 154-155).
Thoreau writes to George Augustus Thatcher:
I am going as far as Portland to lecture before their Lyceum on the 3d Wednesday in March.-By the way they pay me $25.00. Now I am not sure but I may have leisure then to go on to Bangor and so up river. I have a great desire to go up to Chesuncook before the ice breaks up-but I should not care if I had to return down the banks and so saw the logs running; and I write you chiefly to ask how late it will probably do to go up the river-or when on the whole would be the best time for me to start? Will the 3d week in March answer? . . .
Boston, Mass. Ticknor & Co. writes to Thoreau:
Henry D. Thoreau Esq
In reply to your fav. of 10th inst. we beg to say that we will publish for your acc “A Week on the Concord River.”
The following general Estimate based upon vol. ⅓ larger than [Ralph Waldo] Emerson’s Essays first series (as suggested by you) we present for your consideration—
Say—1000 Cops. 448 pages like Emerson’s Essays 1st series printed on good paper @ $4.00 pr ream will cost in sheets $381.21. The binding in our style fine cloth.
12¢ pr Copy—of for the Edn 120.00
$501.24
In the above Estimate we have included for alterations and extractions say $15.00—It may be more or less—This will depend on yourself. The book can be condensed & of course cost less. Our Estimate is in accordance with sample copy. As you would not perhaps, care to bind more than ½ the Edn at once,—you would need to send $450.—to print 1000 cops. & bind ½ of the same.
Your very truly,
W. D. Ticknor & Co.
Nothing came of this proposal to publish The Week.
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
A thick fog without rain. Sounds sweet and musical through this air, as crows, cocks, and striking on the rails at a distance. In the woods by the Cut, in this soft air, under the pines draped with mist, my voice and whistling are peculiarly distinct and echoed back to me, as if the fog here a ceiling which made this hollow an apartment. Sounds are not dissipated and lost in the immensity of the heavens above you, but your voice, being confined by the fog, is distinct, and you hear yourself speak.
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