Ralph Waldo Emerson pays Thoreau $9.35 for fence work and painting (Ralph Waldo Emerson’s account books. Houghton Library, Harvard University, Cambridge, Mass.).
Thoreau writes to Louis Agassiz:
Being disappointed in not finding you in Boston a week or two since, I requested Dr. [Augustus A.] Gould to make some inquiries of you for me; but now, as I shall not be able to see that gentleman for some time, I have decided to apply to you directly.
Suffice it to say, that one of the directors of the Bangor (Me.) Lyceum has asked me to ascertain simply—and I think this a good Yankee way of doing the business—whether you will read two or three lectures before that institution early in the next lecture season, and if so, what remuneration you will expect. Of course they would be glad to hear more lectures, but they are afraid that they may not have money enough to pay for them.
You may recognize in your correspondent the individual who forwarded to you through Mr [James Elliot] Cabot many firkins of fishes and turtles a few years since and who also had the pleasure of an introduction to you at Marlboro’ Chapel.
Will you please to answer this note as soon as convenient?
Yrs. respectfully,
Henry D. Thoreau
Agassiz replies 5 July.
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
7.30 P.M.—To stone bridge over Assabet. Moon nearly full; rose a little before sunset . . .
The moon appears full. At first a mere white cloud. As soon as the sun sets, begins to grow brassy or obscure golden in the gross atmosphere. It is starlight about half an hour after sunset to-night; i.e. the first stars appear. The moon is now brighter, but not so yellowish. Ten or fifteen minutes after, the fireflies are observed . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Jersey tea. Young oak shoots have grown from one and a half to three or four feet, but now in some cases appear to be checked . . . (Journal, 6:379).
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Borrowed Roberts’s boat, shaped like a pumpkin-seed, for we wished to paddle on Great Quitticus. We landed and lunched on Haskell’s Island, which contains some twenty-five or thirty acres . . .
Rode on to the old Pond Meeting-house, whence there is a fine view of Assawampsett . . .
Two men spoke of loon’s eggs on a rocky isle in Little Quitticus . . .
As we were returning, a Mr. Sampson was catching perch at the outlet from Long Pond, where it emptied into Assawampsett with a swift current . . .
Daniel Ricketson writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
A.M.—To Ball’s Hill.
Yesterday afternoon it was remarkably cool, with wind, it being easterly, and I anticipated a sea-turn. There was a little, a blue mistiness, ere long . . . (Journal, 9: 462-464).
Thoreau writes to Daniel Ricketson:
I am on the point of starting for the White Mountains in a wagon with my neighbor Edward Hoar, and I write to you now rather to apologize for not writing, than to answer worthily your three notes. I thank you heartily for them. You will not care for a little delay in acknowledging them, since you date shows that you can afford to wait. Indeed, my head has been so full of company, &c., that I could not reply to you fitly before, nor can I now.
As for preaching to men these days in the Walden strain,—is it of any consequence to preach to an audience of men who can fail? or who can be revived? There are few beside. Is it any success to interest these parties? If a man has speculated and failed, he will probably do these things again, in spite of you or me.
I confess that it is rare that I rise to sentiment in my relations to men,—ordinarily to a mere patient, or may be wholesome good-will. I can imagine something more, but the truth compels me to regard the ideal and the actual as two things.
Channing has come, and as suddenly gone, and left a short poem, “Near Home,” published (?) or printed by Munroe, which I have hardly had time to glance at. As you may guess, I learn nothing of you from him.
You already foresee my answer to your invitation to make you a summer visit—I am bound for the Mountains. But I trust that you have vanquished, ere this, those dusky demons that seem to lurk around the Head of the River. You know that this warfare is nothing but a kind of nightmare—and it is our thoughts alone which give those unworthies any body or existence.
I made an excursion with Blake, of Worcester, to Monadnoc, a few weeks since. We took our blankets and food, spent two nights on the mountain, and did not go into a house. Alcott has been very busy for a long time repairing an old shell of a house, and I have seen very little of him. I have looked more at the houses which birds build. Watson made us all very generous presents from his nursery in the spring especially did he remember Alcott. Excuse me for not writing any more at present, and remember me to your family.
Yours,
H. D. Thoreau
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