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11 January 1859.

Concord, Mass.Thoreau writes in his journal:

  At 6 A.M. -22º and how much more I know not, ours having gone into the bulb; but that is said to be the lowest… Going to Boston to-day, I find that the cracking of the ground last night is the subject of conversation in the cars, and that it was quite general . . .
(Journal, 11:396)

Cambridge, Mass. Thoreau checks out New England’s Plantation. Or, A short and true description of the commodities and discommodities of that country by Francis Higginson and Des sauvages, ou, Voyage de Samuel Champlain, de Brovage, faict en la France nouvelle, l’an mil six cens trois by Samuel de Champlain from Harvard College Library (Companion to Thoreau’s Correspondence, 292).

11 January 1860. Concord, Mass.

A. Bronson Alcott writes in his journal:

  Emerson, Alcott, Thoreau, Channing, Wasson, Sanborn, and Hawthorn, which comes to 7 persons. Opened once a week for conversations, without form, and from 7 till 10 in the evening, at private houses (The Journals of Bronson Alcott, 325).
11 January 1861. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  I presume that every one of my audience knows what a huckleberry is,—has seen a. huckleberry, gathered a huckleberry, and, finally, has tasted a huckleberry,—and, that being the case, I think that I need offer no apology if I make huckleberries my theme this evening.

  What more encouraging sight at the end of a long ramble than the endless successive patches of green bushes,—perhaps in some rocky pasture,—fairly blackenedwith the profusion of fresh and glossy berries? . . .

(Journal, 14:309-310)
11 July 1834. Cambridge, Mass.

Thoreau attends a meeting of the Institute of 1770 (The Transcendentalists and Minerva, 1:82).

11 July 1837. Cambridge, Mass.

Thoreau checks out The works of the Right Honourable Edmund Burke from the library of the Institute of 1770 (The Transcendentalists and Minerva, 1:86).

Thoreau also inscribes Charles Theodore Russell’s class book with his poem, “I love a careless streamlet” (Emerson Society Quarterly 7 (2nd quarter 1957):2):

  “Long life and success to you.”

     Ubique.

I love a careless streamlet,
That takes a mad-clap leap,
And like a sparkling beamlet
Goes dashing down the steep.
  —–
Like torrents of the mountain
We’ve coursed along the lea,
From many a crystal fountain
Toward the far-distant sea.

And now we’ve gained life’s valley,
And through the lowlands roam,
No longer may’st thou dally,
No longer spout and foam.

May pleasant meads await thee,
Where thou may’st freely roll
Towards that bright heavenly sea,
Thy resting place and goal.

And when thou reach’st life’s down-hill,
So gentle be thy stream,
As would not turn a grist-mill
Without the aid of steam.

(Collected Poems, 87)
11 July 1838. Concord, Mass.

James Russell Lowell writes to George Bailey Loring:

  I saw Thoreau last night, and it is exquisitely amusing to see how he imitates [Ralph Waldo] Emerson’s tone and manner. With my eyes shut I shouldn’t know them apart (Victorian Knight Errant, 18-19).

David Greene Haskins writes of Thoreau:

  I happened to meet Thoreau in Emerson’s study at Concord. I think it was the first time we had come together after leaving college. I was quite startled by the transformation that had taken place in him. His short figure and general caste of countenance were, of course, unchanged; but, in his manners, in the tones and inflections of his voice, in his modes of expression, even in the hesitations and pauses of his speech, he had become the counterpart of Mr. Emerson. Mr. Thoreau’s college voice bore no resemblance to Mr. Emerson’s, and was so familiar to my ear that I could readily have identified him by it in the dark. I was so much struck with the change, and with the resemblance in the respects referred to between Mr. Emerson and Mr. Thoreau, that I remember to have taken the opportunity as we sat near together, talking, of listening to their conversation with closed eyes, and to have been unable to determine with certainty which was speaking. It was a notable instance of unconscious imitation.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson: His Maternal Ancestors, 121-122)
Ralph Waldo Emerson writes in his journal in 1864:

  Mrs Brown [Lucy Jackson Brown] who boarded with the Thoreaus, was one day talking with Mrs T. of the remarks made by many persons on the resemblances between Mr Emerson & Henry in manners, looks, voice, & thought. Henry spoke like Mr E. & walked like him &c. “O yes,” said his mother, “Mr Emerson had been a good deal with David Henry, and it was very natural should catch his ways.”
(The Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 15:490)
11 July 1839. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  At length we leave the river and take to the road which leads to the hill top, if by any means we may spy out what manner of earth we inhabit (Journal, 1:83-84).
11 July 1840. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

  The true art is not merely a sublime consolation and holiday labor which the gods have given to sickly mortals, to be wrought at in parlors, and not in stithies amid soot and smoke, but such a masterpiece as you may imagine a dweller on the table-lands of Central Asia might produce, with threescore and ten years for canvas, and the faculties of a man for tools,—a human life, where in you might hope to discover more than the freshness of Guido’s Aurora, or the mild light of Titian’s landscapes; not a bald imitation or rival of Nature, but the restored original of which she is the reflection. For such a work as this, whole galleries of Greece and Italy are a mere mixing of colors and preparatory quarrying of marble.

  Not how is the idea expressed in stone or on canvas, is the question, but how far it has obtained form and expression in the life of the artist.

(Journal, 1:167-168)
11 July 1841. Nantasket Beach, Mass.

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to his wife Lidian:

  With kindest remembrances to Mary Russell & to Henry Thoreau I have nothing to add but what you should know, that, I am affectionately yours—Waldo E. (The Letters of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 2:420).
11 July 1843. Concord, Mass.

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Margaret Fuller:

  H. D. Thoreau, who will never like anything, writes, “Miss F’s [“The Great Lawsuit”] is a noble piece, rich extempore writing, talking with pen in hand” (The Letters of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 3:183).

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