Concord, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal:
A boy brought me what I take to be a very red Rana sylvatica, caught on the leaves the 6th . . .
P.M.—To Flint’s Pond.
It is a still, cloudy, thoughtful day . . .
We sit by the shore of Goose Pond . . .
New York, N.Y. L.L. and C.H. Smith write to Thoreau (The Writings of Henry D. Thoreau (ucsb.edu); MS, Concord Museum, Concord, Mass.).
New York, N.Y. Thoreau is listed as a contributor to James Redpath’s Echoes of Harper’s Ferry in an advertisement in the New-York Daily Tribune (New-York Daily Tribune, vol. 20, no. 5,941 (9 May 1860):[1]).
Concord, Mass. Thoreau’s funeral service is held at 3:00 p.m. He is buried in the New Burying Ground (but later moved to Sleepy Hollow Cemetery). Ralph Waldo Emerson delivers the eulogy, which is later printed (in a modified version) in the August Atlantic Monthly (Atlantic Monthly, vol. 10, no. 58 (August 1862):239-249).
William Ellery Channing’s “To Henry” is sung at Thoreau’s funeral:
How faint the sunbeams light the shore?—
His heart more fixed than earth or main,
Henry! that faithful heart is o’er.
Oh, weep not thou thus vast a soul,
Oh, do not mourn this lordly man,
As long as Walden’s waters roll,
And Concord river fills a span.
For thoughtful minds in Henry’s page
Large welcome find, and bless his verse,
Drawn from the poet’s heritage,
From wells of right and nature’s source.
Fountains of hope and faith! inspire
Most stricken hearts to lift this cross;
His perfect trust shall keep the fire,
His glorious peace disarm all loss!
A. Bronson Alcott writes in his journal:
“There have been heroes for whom this world seemed expressly prepared, as if creation had at last succeeded; whose daily life was the stuff of which our dreams are made, and whose present enhanced the beauty and ampleness of nature herself where they walked.”
“A more copious air invests the fields and clothes with purple light, and they know their own sun and stars. They have the heavens for their abettors, as those who have never stood from under them; they look at the stars with an answering ray. Our present senses are but the rudiments of what they are destined to become. Every generation makes the discovery that its divine vigor has been dissipated and each sense and faculty misapplied and debauched. The ears are made to hear celestial sounds; the eyes to behold beauty not invisible. Did not he that made that which is within make that which is without also? May we not see God? It is but a thin soil where we stand. I have felt my roots in a richer ere this. I have seen a bunch of violets in a glass vase, tied loosely with a wisp of straw, which reminded me of myself.”
Hawthorne [Nathaniel Hawthorne] and family, Blake [H.G.O. Blake] and Brown [Theophilus Brown] from Worcester, J.T. Fields [James T. Fields] and wife and Alger [William Rounseville Alger] from Boston, and many of his townspeople and children of the schools attend the funeral. He is laid in the burying-ground back of the meeting house, near the North Primary School House.
Afterwards interred in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, next to my lot and opposite Hawthorne’s.
New Bedford, Mass. Daniel Ricketson writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
6 A.M. — On water….P.M.— To Gilson’s Mill, Littleton….Went to Gilson’s tumble-down mill and house. He appeared, licking his chaps after dinner, in a mealy coat, and suddenly asked in the midst of a sentence, with a shrug of his shoulders, ‘Is n’t there something painted on my back?’ There were marks in red chalk they used to chalk the bags with, and he said he thought he had felt his son at the mill chalking his back” (Journal, 9:360-361).
Thoreau surveyed the mill for Robert D. Gilson (Moss, 7).
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
James P. Brown’s retired pond, now shallow and more than half dried up, seems far away and rarely visited, known to few, though not far off . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Landed and walked over Conant’s Indian rye-field, and I picked up two good arrowheads . . . Went into the woods by Holden Swamp and sat down to hear the wind roar amid the tree-tops . . .
Hitherto it had only rained a little from time to time, but now it began suddenly in earnest. We hastily rowed across to the firm ground of Fair Haven Hillside, drew up our boat and turned it over in a twinkling on to a clump of alders covered with cat-briars . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
A clear and beautiful day after frost.
Looking over the meadow westward from Merrick’s Pasture Shore, I see the alders beyond Dodd’s, now quite bare and gray (maple-like) in the morning sun (the frost melted off, though I found a little ice on my boat-seat),—that true November sight,—ready to wear frost leaves and to transmit (so open) the tinkle of tree sparrows. How wild and refreshing to see these old black willows of the river-brink, unchanged from the first, which man has never cut for fuel or for timber! Only the muskrat, tortoises, blackbirds, bitterns, and swallows use them . . .
Thoreau writes in his journal:
Jacob Farmer says that he remembers well a particular bound (which is the subject of dispute between the above two men) from this circumstance: He, a boy, was sent, as the representative of his mother, to witness the placing of the bounds to her lot, and he remembers that, when they had fixed the stake and stones, old Mr. Nathan Barrett asked him if he had a knife about him, upon which he pulled out his knife and gave it to him. Mr. Barrett cut a birch switch and trimmed it in the presence of young Farmer, and then called out, “Boy, here’s your knife;” but as the boy saw that he was going to strike him when he reached his hand for the knife, he dodged into a bush which alone received the blow. And Mr. Barrett said that if it had not been for that, he would have got a blow which would have made him remember that bound as long as he lived, and explained to him that this was his design in striking him . . .
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