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With Biblic«raphy. i8mo, $1.00. THE SUCCESSION OF FOREST TREES AND WILD APPLES. With Biographical Sketch by Emerson. i6mo, paper, 15 cents. HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY, Boston and New York. THOREAU^S THOUGHTS SELECTIONS FROM THE WRITINGS OF HENRY DAVID THOREAU H. G. O. KDITIID BY BLAKE We shall one day see that t e most private is the most public energy, that quality atones for c aantity, and grandeur of character acts in the dark, and succors th jm who never saw it. Emerson BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY 1890 ^^ Copyright, 1890, Bv H. G. O. i3LAKE. All rights ^reserved. r' h \\ ( 1 The Riverside Press, Cambr idge, Mass. , U.S.A. Electrotyped and Printed by H. < 3. Houghton & Company. INTRODUCTORY. In selecting the following passages from Thoreau's printed works, for the use of those who are already interested in him, and to win, if possible, new admirers of what has given me so pure and unfailing a satisfaction for now more than forty years, I desired to make a pocket volume, contain- ing beautiful and helpful thoughts, which one might not only read in retirement, but use as a traveling companion, or vade me- cum, while waiting at a hotel, railway sta- tion, or elsewhere, — something even more convenient and ready at hand than the newspaper. I would furnish an antidote to the dissipating, depressing influence of too much newspaper reading, something which instead of filling the mind with gos- IV IN TROD UCTOR Y. sip, political strife and misstatement, ath- letics, pugilism, accounts of shocking acci- dents, and every kind of criminality, may refresh us with a new sense of the beauty of the world, and make us feel how truly life is worth living. *' O world as God has made it, all is beauty ; And knowing this is love, and love is duty." The truth expressed in these lines of Browning, which seems to me the highest wisdom, and so the essence of religion, was no transient dream with Thoreau, but a deep conviction which took possession of him early in life, never to be relinquished, and which he resolved as far as possible to realize, in spite of the false usages and allurements of the ' world as ' man ' has made it.' Though, faithful to his idea, he felt obliged to stand somewhat apart from the society about him, yet his strong and active interest in the anti-slavery move- ment, and his instant appreciation and public defense of Captain John Brown, show clearly how sensitive he was to the INTRODUCTORY, V tie of humanity. It is the close alliance or unity of Thoreau's genius and personal character which gives such power to his words for the purpose I have in view, namely, to awaken or revive our interest in the worthiest things, to lift us above the world of care and sadness into that fairer world which is always waiting to receive us. I would express here my obligations to Dr. Samuel A. Jones, of Ann Arbor, Mi- chigan, for the free use of his ^' Biblio- graphy,'* which has been with him indeed a labor of love, and which, I am sure, will add much to the value and attractiveness of this volume. THE EDITOR. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. The best kind Reading, in a high sense, is not of reading, ^j^^j. ^^ich lulls US as a luxury and suffers the nobler faculties to sleep the while, but what we have to stand on tiptoe to read and devote our most alert and wakeful hours to. walden, p. 113. Society in ^ hzYQ uever felt lonesome, or solitude. jj^ ^YiQ least oppressed by a sense of solitude, but once, and that was a few weeks after I came to the woods, when, for an hour, I doubted if the near neighbor- hood of man was not essential to a serene and healthy Hfe. To be alone was some- thing unpleasant. But I was at the same time conscious of a slight insanity in my mood, and seemed to foresee my recovery. In the midst of a gentle rain, while these thoughts prevailed, I was suddenly sensi- ble of such sweet and beneficent society in Nature, in the very pattering of the 2 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. drops, and in every sound and sight around my house, an infinite and unaccountable friendliness all at once like an atmosphere sustaining me, as made the fancied advan- tages of human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended me. I was so distinctly made aware of the pres- ence of something kindred to me, even in scenes which we are accustomed to call wild and dreary, and also that the nearest of blood to me and humanest was not a person nor a villager, that I thought no place could ever be strange to me again. Walden, p. 143. The best What sort of space is that which hood. separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary } I have found that no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another. What do we want most to dwell near to } Not to many men surely, the depot, the post-of- fice, the bar-room, the meeting-house, the school-house, the grocery. Beacon Hill, or the Five Points, where men most congre- gate, but to the perennial source of our SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 3 life, whence in all our experience we have found that to issue, as the willow stands near the water and sends out its roots in that direction. This will vary with differ- ent natures, but this is the place where a wise man will dig his cellar. walden.p 144. Our nearest ^uy prospcct of awakcuing or neighbor. comiug to life to a dead man makes indifferent all times and places. The place where that may occur is always the same, and indescribably pleasant to all our senses. For the most part we al- low only outlying and transient circum- stances to make our occasions. They are, in fact, the cause of our distraction. Near- est to all things is that power which fash- ions their being. Next to us the grandest laws are continually being executed. Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are. Walden, p. 145. Our double However intense my experi- nature. eucc, I am couscious of the pres- ence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but specta- 4 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. tor, sharing no experience, but taking note of it ; and that is no more I than it is you. When the play, it may be the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagi- nation only, so far as he was concerned. This doubleness may easily make us poor neighbors and friends sometimes. Walden, p. 146. The most ^ ncvcr found the companion compan^o?- that was SO companionablc as ^^'^* solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. Walden, p. 147. Too much Society is commonly too cheap. shallow , intercourse. Wc mcct at vcry short inter- vals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We live thick and are in each other's way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another. Cer- tainly less frequency would suffice for all important and hearty communications. The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him. walden, p. 147. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 5 The value of I ^ave a great deal. of company solitude. jj^ j^y house ; especially in the morning, when nobody calls. I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. What company has that lonely lake, I pray ? And yet it has not the blue devils, but the blue angels in it, in the azure tint of its waters. God is alone, — but the devil, he is far from being alone ; he sees a great deal of company ; he is legion. Walden, p. 148. Sympathy of The indcscribable innocence t'eTui^n^ and beneficence of Nature, — of /^^®' sun and wind and rain, of sum- mer and winter, — such health, such cheer, they afford forever ! and such sympathy have they ever with our race, that all Na- ture would be affected, and the sun's brightness fade, and the winds would sigh humanely, and the clouds rain tears, and the woods shed their leaves and put on mourning in midsummer, if any man should ever for a just cause grieve. Shall I not have intelligence with the earth } Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould my- gg]f ? Walden, p, 149. 6 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, Hebe pre- I am HO worshiper of Hygeia, Hygeia. who was the daughter of that old herb - doctor -^sculapius, but rather of Hebe, cupbearer to Jupiter, who was the daughter of Juno and wild lettuce, and w^ho had the power of restoring gods and men to the vigor of youth. She was probably the only thoroughly sound -conditioned, healthy, and robust young lady that ever walked the globe, and wherever she came, it was spring. walden, p. 150. Animal food It is hard to provide and cook offends the , . , . imagination. SO Simple and clean a diet as will not offend the imagination ; but this, I think, is to be fed when we feed the body ; they should both sit down at the same ta- ble. It may be vain to ask why the imagi- nation will not be reconciled to flesh and fat. I am satisfied that it is not. What- ever my own practice may be, I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other when they came in contact with the more civilized. waldhn, p. 232. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. The slight- The faintest assured objection t?oVs''or^' which one healthy man feels will ?obe^^'''''^ at length prevail over the argu- regarded. nients and customs of mankind. No man ever followed his genius till it misled him. Though the result were bodily weakness, yet perhaps no one can say that the consequences were to be regretted, for these were a life in conformity to higher principles. If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet- scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal, — that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Per- haps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescrib- able as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Walden, p. 233. 8 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, Inspiration Who has Hot sometimes derived palate. an inexpressiblc satisfaction from his food in which appetite had no share ? I have been thrilled to think that I owed a mental perception to the commonly gross sense of taste, that I have been inspired through the palate, that some berries which I had eaten on a hill-side had fed my ge- jjJug^ Walden, p. 234. The quality Hc who distinguishcs the true of the appe- r 1 • r i 1 tite makes savor of his f ood Can never be a the sensual- . , , , ist. glutton ; he who does not can- not be otherwise. A puritan may go to Jiis brown -bread crust with as gross an appetite as ever an alderman to his turtle. Not that food which entereth into the mouth defileth a man, but the appetite with which it is eaten ; it is neither the quantity nor the quality, but the devotion to sensual savors. walden, p. 235. The moral O^i* wholc life is startlingly Safureand moral. Thcrc is never an in- ^'^^* stant's truce between virtue and vice. Goodness is the only investment that never fails. In the music of the harp that trembles round the world it is SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, g the insisting on this which thrills us. Though the youth at last grows indifferent, the laws of the universe are not indiffer- ent, but are forever on the side of the most sensitive. Listen to every zephyr for some reproof, for it is surely there, and he is unfortunate who does not hear it. We cannot touch a string or move a stop but the charming moral transfixes us. Many an irksome noise, go a long way off, is heard as music, a proud sweet satire on the meanness of our lives. walden, p. 235. ' Delicacy of " That iu which men differ from the distinc- , ,, ht • tion between brutc bcasts, says Mencius, *'is men and . • i i i i beasts. a thmg very inconsiderable ; the common herd lose it very soon ; superior men preserve it carefully." walden, p. 236. Purity in- Chastity is the flowering of soul. man ; and what are called Genius, Heroism, Holiness, and the like, are but various fruits which succeed it. Man flows at once to God when the channel of purity is open. By turns our purity inspires and our impurity casts us down. He is blessed who is assured that the animal is dying out in him day by day, and the divine being established. walden, p. 236. lO SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Purity and ^^ scHsuality is OHC, though it eaciTa sin- takcs matiy forms ; all purity is gie thing. ^^^^ j^ jg ^j^^ same whether a man eat, or drink, or sleep sensually. They are but one appetite, and we only need to see a person do any one of these things to know how great a sensualist he is. The impure can neither stand nor sit with purity. When the reptile is attacked at one mouth of his burrow, he shows himself at another. walden, p. 237. Work a help ^^ Y^^ would avoid uncleanness, against sin. ^^^ ^ ^j^^ gj^g^ work earnestly, though it be at cleaning a stable. Nature is hard to be overcome, but she must be overcome. walden, p. 237. Every one Evcry man is the builder of a a sculptor, ^emplc, callcd his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness be- gins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them. Walden, p. 238. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, II Thepurifica- ^ voice Said to him [John Far- louigiv^esit mer], — Why do you stay here a new life. ^^^ jj^^ ^j^jg mean moiUng Ufe, when a glorious existence is possible for you ? Those same stars twinkle over other fields than these. But how to come out of this condition and actually migrate thither? All he could think of was to practice some new austerity, to let his mind descend into his body and redeem it, and treat himself with ever increasing respect. walden, p. 239. Strike at the Thcrc are a thousand hacking root of social - .- - ills by puri- at the branches of evil to one who fying your . own life. IS striking at the root, and it may be that he who bestows the largest amount of time and money on the needy is doing the most by his mode of life to produce that misery which he strives in vain to re- lieve. It is the pious slave-breeder devot- ing the proceeds of every tenth slave to buy a Sunday's liberty for the rest. Some show their kindness to the poor by em- ploying them in their kitchens. Would they not be kinder if they employed them- selves there } walden, p. 83. 12 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, Overflowing I do Hot valuc chiefly a man's chlrity^ uprightness and benevolence, rmuhitlfde which are, as it were, his stem ° ^^°^' and leaves. Those plants of whose greenness withered we make herb tea for the sick serve but a humble use, and are most employed by quacks. I want the flower and fruit of a man ; that some fra- grance be wafted over from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse. His goodness must not be a partial and transi- tory act, but a constant superfluity, which costs him nothing and of which he is un- conscious. This is a charity that hides a multitude of sins. walden, p. 83. What sad- I believe that what so saddens reformer. thc rcformcr is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him, the morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous companions without apology, walden,?. 84. Our own All health and success does me sanity most 2:ood, howcvcr far off and with- helpfulto ^ . „ ,. others. drawu it may appear ; all disease SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 1 3 and failure helps to make me sad and does me evil, however much sympathy it may have with me or I with it. If, then, we would restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores. Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor, but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world. walden, p. 85. The true ^ vci2Si is rich in proportion to wealth. ^j^g number of things which he can afford to let alone. walden, p. 89. The best With respect to landscapes, — aTarm ^^ " ^ ^"^ monarch of all I survey^ affords. My right there is none to dispute.'* I have frequently seen a poet withdraw, having enjoyed the most valuable part of a farm, while the crusty farmer supposed that he had got a few wild apples only. Why, the owner does not know it for many years when a poet has put his farm in rhyme, the most admirable kind of invisible fence, — has fairly impounded it, milked it, skimmed it, and got all the cream, and left the farmer only the skimmed milk. walden, p. 90. 14 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Slavery ^^ ^^^S ^^ possiblc, Hve frec to affairs. ^^^ j uncommitted. It makes but little difference whether you are committed to a farm or the county jail. walden.p.qi. Make the ^ ^^ ^^t propose to wntc an Tgoodin^^' ode to dejection, but to brag as ^^^^' lustily as chanticleer in the morn- ing standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up. walden, p. 92. The creation The winds which passed over a poem to i n • i open ears, my dweJlmg wcrc such as sweep over the ridges of mountains, bearing the broken strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial music. The morning wind for- ever blows, the poem of creation is unin- terrupted ; but few are the ears that hear it. Olympus is but the outside of the earth everywhere. walden, p. 92. The invita- Evcry moming was a cheerful tion of morn- ... , i • r r ing. invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself. walden, p. 96. A new life They Say that characters were each day. engravcn on the bathing tub of SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 1 5 \ king Tching-Thang to this effect : *' Re- new thyself completely each day ; do it again, and again, and forever again." Walden, p. 96. We should Little is to be expected of that each morn- day, if it Can be called a day, to mgbynew i i i inward life, which wc arc not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudg- ings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly acquired force and as- pirations from within to a higher life than we fell asleep from. walden, p. 96. T,, After a partial cessation of his The organs ^ ^l^/ntL sensuous life, the soul of man, or genius re- ' ' bTifeaUhfui its organs rather, are reinvigo- sieep. rated each day, and his Genius tries again what noble life it can make. Walden, pc 97. Morning is To him whosc clastic and vig- Tre^t^uir"^^ orous thought keeps pace with awake. ^]^^ ^^^^ ^^ ^^y j^ ^ pCrpCtual morning. It matters not what the clocks say, or the attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. walden, p. 97. 1 6 SELECTIONS FROM THOJREAU. No one To bc awake is to be alive. I thoroughly , awake. havc nevcr yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face .? walden, p. 98. Expectation ^^ must Icam to rcawakcn and of the dawn, j^^^p Qursclves awakc, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expec- tation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. walden, p. 98. Give beauty It is Something to be able to to the day . . , . from the pamt a particular picture, or to beauty , within. carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful ; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmos- phere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, — that is the highest of arts. Walden, p. 98. Real life. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear ; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. walden, p. 98. x^xrenoxro Our llfc is frlttcrcd away by be lost in the detail. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity ! Let your affairs be Life not to be lost in tl complexity of affairs. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 1/ as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand ; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb nail. walden, p. 99. **piain living Thc uatiou itself is just such an thinking.'^ unwieldy and overgrown establish- ment, cluttered with furniture and tripped up by its own traps, ruined by luxury and heedless expense, by want of calculation and a worthy aim, as the million house- holds in the land ; and the only cure for it as for them is in a rigid economy, a stern and more than Spartan simplicity of life and elevation of purpose. walden, p. 99- Life wasted Why should wc livc with such in afEairs.. j^^^.^.^ ^^^ ^^^^^ ^£ jjf ^ p ^^ ^^^ determined to be starved before we are hungry. Men say that a stitch in time saves nine, and so they take a thousand stitches to-day to save nine to-morrow. Walden, p. 100. The news as What ucws ! how much more wITh'eSrliai important to know what that is ^^"^^* which was never old ! ** Kieou-he- yu (great dignitary of the state of Wei) 1 8 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. sent a man to Khoung-tseu to know his news. Khoung-Tseu caused the messenger to be seated near him, and questioned him in these terms : * What is your master doing?' The messenger answered with respect, * My master desires to diminish the number of his faults, but he cannot come to the end of them/ The messenger being gone, the philosopher remarked : * What a worthy messenger ! What a wor- thy messenger ! ' " walden, p. 103. What alone ^^ ^c respcctcd ouly what is in- has reality, evitablc and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets. When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, — that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality. This is always exhilarating and sublime. Walden, p. 103. The great God himsclf culmiuatcs in the eTer^he'^e prcscnt momcnt, and will never ^"^""^- be more divine in all the ages. And we are enabled to apprehend at all what is sublime and noble, only by the SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 1 9 perpetual instilling and drenching of the reality that surrounds us. walden, p. 105. Live deiib- Let us speud one day as deliber- erateiy. ately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mos- quito's wing that falls on the rails. Let us rise early, and fast, or break fast, gently and without perturbation ; let company come and let company go ; let the bells ring and the children cry, — determined to make a day of it. walden, p. 105. Seek to Let us Settle ourselves, and through^ work and wedge our feet down- reaiity. Ward through the mud and slush of opinion and prejudice and tradition and delusion and appearance, that alluvion which covers the globe, through Paris and London, through New York and Boston and Concord, through church and state, through poetry and philosophy and reli- gion, till we come to a hard bottom and rocks in place, which we can call reality. Walden, p. 105. Use of the The intellect is a cleaver; it intellect. disccms and rifts its way into the 20 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, secret of things. I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is neces- sary. My head is hands and feet. I feel all my best faculties concentrated in it. Walden, p. io6. The shallow Timc is but the stream I go stream of /^ i • • t i • i • i time. a-nshmg in. I drmk at it ; but while I drink, I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper, — fish in the sky, whose bot- tom is pebbly with stars. walden, p. io6. Mortality In accumulating property for and im- mortality. oursclvcs or our posterity, m founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal ; but in dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident. walden, p. los. How to read Thc hcroic books, even if the heroic • i • i i r books. printed in the character oi our mother tongue, will always be in a language dead to degenerate times ; and we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, conjecturing a larger sense than SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 21 common use permits, out of what wisdom and valor and generosity we have. Waluen, p. 109. What are Men sometimcs speak as if the sics" ? study of the classics would at length make way for more modern and practical studies ; but the adventurous stu- dent will always study classics, in whatever language they may be written, and however ancient they may be. For what are the classics but the noblest recorded thoughts of men ? They are the only oracles which are not decayed, and there are such an- swers to the most modern inquiry in them as Delphi and Dodona never gave. Walden, p. no. How true To read well, — that is, to read should be true books in a true spirit, — is a ^^^^' noble exercise, and one that will task the reader more than any exercise which the customs of the day esteem. It requires a training such as the athletes underwent, the steady intention almost of the whole life to this object. Books must be read as deliberately and reservedly as they were written. walden, p. no. 22 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Living in We should be blessed if we the present, jjyg^j \^ ^q. present always, and took advantage of every accident that be- fell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it ; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty. We loiter in win- ter while it is already spring, walden, p. 336. The in- In a pleasant spring morning Spring. all men's sins are forgiven. Such a day is a truce to vice. While such a sun holds out to burn, the vilest sinner may return. Through our own recovered inno- cence we discern the innocence of our neighbors. walden, p. 336. wiidness. We need the tonic of wild- ness, — to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow -hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe. At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and inexplor- able, — that land and sea be infinitely wild. Walden, p. 339. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 23 The glory of Bc a Columbus to whole new the realm , _ _ ^ , - . within. continents and worlds witnm you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought. Every man is the lord of a realm beside which the earthly empire of the Czar is but a petty state, a hummock left by the ice. walden, p. 343. Know If you would learn to speak thyself. ^ij |-Qngues and conform to the customs of all nations, if you would travel farther than all travellers, be naturalized in all climes, and cause the Sphinx to dash her head against a stone, even obey the precept of the old philosopher, and Explore th^'-Self. Walden, p. 344- Theuniverse I leamcd this, at least, by my our hrghest"" experiment : that if one advances ideas. confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unimagined in common hours. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less com- plex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. Walden, p. 346. 24 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Realize ^^ 7^^ ^ave built castles in the your dream, ^j^.^ y^^j. ^^^J^ ^^^^ ^^^ ^^ j^^^ . that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them, walden, p. 346. Extrava- I desire to speak somewhere expression. wWiout bounds, — like a man in a waking moment, to men in waking mo- ments ; for I am convinced that I cannot exaggerate enough even to lay the founda- tion of a true expression. Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he should speak extravagantly any more for- ever ? Walden, p. 347. , , , . The words which express our Indefinite ^ words may faith and piety are not definite : be most •*• -^ ^ ' significant, y^t they arc significant and fra- grant, like frankincense, to superior na- tures. Walden, p. 347. Step to the If a man does not keep pace music you . - - . . , hear. With his companious, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or an oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer ? Walden, p. 348. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 25 Aim ever at ^^ ^^e conditioti of things which the highest. ^^ ^^j.^ made for is not yet, what were any reality which we can substitute ? We will not be shipwrecked on a vain real- ity. Shall we with pains erect a heaven of blue glass over ourselves, though when it is done we shall be sure to gaze still at the true ethereal heaven far above, as if the former were not ? walden, p. 349. Live for that ^^ ^^ imperfcct work time is whkhl°'' an ingredient, but into a perfect work time does not enter. Walden, p. 349. eternal. Why we are No f acc which wc cau givc to a inTTalsi^ matter will stead us so well at position. j^g^ ^g ^j^^ ^^^^j^^ ^j^jg ^j^j^^ wears well. For the most part, we are not where we are, but in a false position. Through an infirmity of our natures, we suppose a case, and put ourselves into it, and hence are in two cases at the same time, and it is doubly difficult to get out. Walden, p. 350. The Sim- In sane moments we regard phcity of 1 1 r 1 1 • truth. only the facts, the case that is. 26 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Say what you have to say, not what you ought. Any truth is better than make- believe. Walden, p. 3SO. Make the Love your life, poor as it is, — best of your . , , . . , , own life. meet it and live it ; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. walden, p. 350. Poverty You may perhaps have some need not _ i •!!• i • i take from us plcasaut, thrillms^, Horious hours, the purest ^ . ' t a^U / enjoyments, cvcu lu a poor-housc. 1 hc Set- ting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brighly as from the rich man's abode ; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. walden, p. 350. Dishonesty Most think they are above being worse than i i i i • dependence, supportcd by thc towu ; but it oftener happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means, which should be more disreputable. Walden, p. 351. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 2/ Humility Do HOt scck SO anxiously to be so"imo're^' devcloped, to subject yourself to than culture. ^^^^ influeuces to be played on ; it is all dissipation. Humility, like dark- ness, reveals the heavenly lights. The shadows of poverty and meanness gather around us, " and, lo ! creation widens to our view/' walden, p. 351. Wealth does Wc arc oftcu reminded that, if not help in our pursuit thcrc wcrc bestowed on us the of the highest. wealth of Croesus, our aims must still be the same, and our means essen- tially the same. walden, p. 351. Advantage ^^ Y^u are rcstrictcd in your of poverty, j-^^ge by povcrty, if you cannot buy books and newspapers, for instance, you are but confined to the most signifi- cant and vital experiences ; you are com- pelled to deal with the material which yields the most sugar and the most starch. Walden, p. 351. Money not Supcrfluous wcalth cau buy su- necessary ^ . . , for the soul, perfluitics ouly. Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul. Walden, p. 352. 28 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, A person irresistible on his own I love to weigh, to settle, to gravitate toward that which most P^^^- strongly and rightfully attracts me ; — not hang by the beam of the scale and try to weigh less, — not suppose a case, but take the case that is ; to travel the only path I can, and that on which no power can resist me. walden, p. 352. Fidelity in Drivc a nail home and clinch it work. gQ faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction, — a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse. So will help you God, and so only. Every nail driven should be as another rivet in the machine of the universe, you carrying on the work. walden, p. 353. Hospitality I sat at a table where were rich in manners, r i i • • i i i not in the lood and wmc in abundance, and ** entertain- . ment." I wcnt away hungry from the m- hospitable board. The hospitality was as cold as the ices. . . . The style, the house and grounds and "entertainment,'' pass for nothing with me. I called on the king, but he made me wait in his hall, and conducted like a man incapacitated for hospitality. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 29 There was a man in my neighborhood who lived in a hollow tree. His manners were truly regal I should have done better had I called on him. walden, p. 353. Workessen- How long shall we sit in our tial to char- . . . . , 1 , acter. porticoes practicmg idle and mus- ty virtues, which any work would make im- pertinent } As if one were to begin the day with long-suffering, and hire a man to hoe his potatoes ; and in the afternoon go forth to practice Christian meekness and charity with goodness aforethought ! Walden, p. 354. "More day Only that day dawns to which to dawn/' ^^ ^j.^ awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star. Walden, p. 357. The vie- Say not that Caesar was victorious, character. With toil and strif c who stormed the House of Fame ; In other sense this youth was glorious. Himself a kingdom wheresoever he came. Week, p. 276. The heart is forever inexperienced. Week, p. 278. 30 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Friendship There is on the earth no insti- a thing out- . i • i r • i i • side of hu- tution which friendship has es- man institu- -, , . , i • . , , tions. tabhshed ; it is not taught by any rehgion ; no scripture contains its maxims. Week, p. 280. Friendship No word is oftener on the lips the dream r • i 1 • n i • of all. of men than ** friendship, and in- deed no thought is more familiar to their aspirations. All men are dreaming of it, and its drama, which is always a tragedy, is enacted daily. It is the secret of the uni- verse. Week, p. 281. The actual ^^ ^^ cqually impossiblc to for- sugge^ol! ^ get our friends, and to make of the ideal, them auswcr to our ideal. When they say farewell, then indeed we begin to keep them company. How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual friends, that we may go and meet their ideal cousins ! week, p. 281. A friend Even the utmost good will and nourishes - . - _ . . the soul. harmony and practical kindness are not sufficient for friendship, for friends do not live in harmony, merely, as some say, but in melody. We do not wish for SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 3 1 friends to feed and clothe our bodies, — neighbors are kind enough for that, — but to do the Hke office to our spirits. For this, few are rich enough, however. well disposed they may be. week, p. 282. A friend, Think of the importance of educator. friendship in the education of men. It will make a man honest ; it will make him a hero ; it will make him a saint. It is the state of the just dealing with the just, the magnanimous with the magnani- mous, the sincere with the sincere, man with man. week, p. 283. The friend All the abuscs which are the the only radi- . .11 1 • 1 cai reformer, objcct of reform With thc philan- thropist, the statesman, and the house- keeper, are unconsciously amended in the intercourse of friends. week, p. 283. It takes two to speak the truth, — one to speak, and another to hear, week, p. 283. Men ask too I^ ^^^ daily intcrcoursc with nobiy'deait^ i^^^, our uoblcr facultics are dor- '^'^^* mant and suffered to rust. None will pay us the compliment to expect no- 32 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. bleness from us. We ask our neighbor to suffer himself to be dealt with truly, sin- cerely, nobly; but he answers no by his deafness. He does not even hear this prayer. week, p. 284. Society con- The State does not demand tooVlrrow justice of its members, but thinks justice. ^^^ 'I- succeeds very well with the least degree of it, hardly more than rogues practice ; and so do the family and the neighborhood. What is commonly called friendship is only a little more honor among rogues. week, p. 284. Hearty truth Betwccn whom there is hearty love" ^ truth there is love ; and in pro- portion to our truthfulness and confidence in one another, our lives are divine and miraculous, and answer to our ideal. Week, p. 284. The purest There are passages of affection gh^mpseof 1^^ <^^^ intercourse with mortal heaven. x^^xi and womcu, such as no pro- phecy had taught us to expect, which trans- cend our earthly life and anticipate heaven for us. Week, p. 284. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 33 Estrange- Between two by nature alike ^^^^' and fitted to sympathize, there is no veil, and there can be no obstacle. Who are the estranged ? Two friends ex- plaining. Winter, p. i. Friends are The books for young people not selected, g^^ ^ ^^^^^ ^^^j ^^^^ ^^^ ^^^^^^ Hon of friends ; it is because they really have nothing to say about friends. They mean associates and confidants merely. . . . Friendship takes place between those who have an affinity for one another, and is a perfectly natural and inevitable result. No professions nor advances will avail. Week, p. 285. Friends not Impatient and uncertain lovers pLlTeach think that they must say or do °^^^^* something kind whenever they meet ; they must never be cold. But they who are friends do not do what they think they must, but what they must. Even their friendship is, in one sense, a sublime phenomenon to them. week,p. 285. Friends help The friend asks no return but loftst'^'''' that his friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace 34 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams. week, p. 286. Between No such affront can be offered good'^wiins tc) a friend as a conscious good- nofcon!^' will, a fricndlincss which is not a scious. necessity of the friend's nature. Week, p. 286. Friendship is no respecter of sex ; and perhaps it is more rare between the sexes than between two of the same sex. Week, p. 287. A hero's love is as delicate as a maiden's. Week, p. 287. My friend is that one whom I can as- sociate with my choicest thought. Week, p. 288. The toiera- Bcware Icst thy friend learn at anobstade^ last to tolcratc one frailty of ship. thine, and so an obstacle be raised to the progress of thy love. week, p. 288. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 35 The purest Friendship is never established ihemost^un- ^^ an understood relation. Do conscious. y^^ demand that I be less your friend that you may know it ? Week, p. 288. Genuine Wait not till I invite thee, but invitation, obscrve that I am glad to see thee when thou comest. week, p 289. Where my friend lives, there are all riches and every attraction, and no slight obstacle can keep me from him. Week, p. 289. The language of friendship is not words, but meanings. It is an intelligence above language. Wkek, p. 289. Friendship It iS One proof of a man's fit- requires ^ r • n 1 • wisdom ness for friendship that he is as well as ^ - . , . tenderness, ablc to do without that which is cheap and passionate. A true friendship is as wise as it is tender. Week, p. 290. Friendship Whcu the fricnd comes out of conscious his heathenism and superstition, kindliness. ^^^ \,r^'^\^^ his idols, being con- verted by the precepts of a newer testa- 36 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. ment ; when he forgets his mythology, and treats his friend like a Christian, or as he can afford, — then friendship ceases to be friendship, and becomes charity ; that prin- ciple which established the almshouse is now beginning with its charity at home, and establishing an almshouse and pauper relations there. week, p. 292. Friendship ^ ^^^c friendship is of a nar- intTrest^of rowiug and exclusive tendency, humanity. ^^^ ^ noblc OHC is not cxclusivc ; its very superfluity and dispersed love is the humanity which sweetens society, and sympathizes with foreign nations ; for, though its foundations are private, it is in effect a public affair and a public advan- tage, and the friend, more than the father of a family, deserves well of the state. Week, p. 293. Are any The ouly danger in friendship enough for is that it will end. It is a deli- a lasting . _, friendship? cate plant, though a native. The least unworthiness, even if it be unknown to one's self, vitiates it. Let the friend know that those faults which he observes in his friend his own faults attract. . . . SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 37 Perhaps there are none charitable, none disinterested, none wise, noble, and heroic enough, for a true and lasting friendship. Week, p. 294. Friends do I sometimcs hear my friends not ask to be i • /^ i 1 x i appreciated, complam iinely that 1 do not ap- preciate their fineness. I shall not tell them whether I do or not. As if they ex- pected a vote of thanks for every fine thing which they uttered or did! Who knows but it was finely appreciated? It may be that your silence was the finer thing of the two. week, p. 294, Between ^^ humau intcrcoursc the tra- iilence^s g^dy bcgins, not when there is understood, niisundcrstanding about words, but when silence is not understood. Then there can never be an explanation. Week, p. 294. The reserve ^C oftCU forbcar tO COUf CSS OUr of affection, fedings, not from pride, but for fear that we could not continue to love the one who required us to give such proof of our affection. week, p. 295. 38 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. A friend ^^^ ^ companioii, I require one one'stighest who wlll make an equal demand aspirations. ^^ ^^ ^j^j^ ^^ ^^^ genius. Such a one will always be rightly tolerant. It is suicide and corrupts good manners to welcome any less than this. I value and trust those who love and praise my aspira- tion rather than my performance. If you would not stop to look at me, but look whither I am looking and farther, then my education could not dispense with your company. week, p. 296. I cannot leave my sky For thy caprice ; True love would soar as high As heaven is. The eagle would not brook Her mate thus won, Who trained his eye to look Beneath the sun. week, p. 297. Friendship Confucius Said, '' To contract whatl" ties of friendship with any one, est in each. -^ ^^ contract friendship with his virtue. There ought not to be any other motive in friendship." week, p. 298. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 39 The faults of It is impossiblc to say all that must'bTiost w^ think, even to our truest in love. friend. We may bid him fare- well forever sooner than complain, for our complaint is too well grounded to be ut- tered. Week, p. 299. Friends Thc constitutional differences Si"nt^^ which always exist, and are ob- sSionS" stacles to a perfect friendship, di erences. ^^^ forcvcr a forbiddcn theme to the lips of friends. They advise by their whole behavior. Nothing can reconcile them but love. week, p. 299. The necessity itself for explanation, - what explanation will atone for that t Week, p. 299. The real Truc lovc docs not quarrcl for differences t -i 1 • i between slight rcasons, — such mistakes as friends cannot be mutual acquaintanccs can explain explained * ^ away. away ; but, alas, however slight the apparent cause, only for adequate and fatal and everlasting reasons, which can never be set aside. Its quarrel, if there is any, is ever recurring, notwithstanding the beams of affection which invariably come to gild its tears. week, p. 300. 40 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. We must accept or refuse one another as we are. I could tame a hyena more easily than my friend. Week, p. 300. No real life Ignorance and bungling, with without love. 1^^^^ ^j.^ better than wisdom and skill without. There may be courtesy, there may be even temper and wit and talent and sparkling conversation, there may be good-will even, and yet the hu- manest and divinest faculties pine for ex- ercise. Our life without love is like coke and ashes. week, p. 300. The inward Nature doth have her dawn each dawn. ^^y^ But mine are far between ; Content, I cry, for sooth to say, Mine brightest are, I ween. For when my sun doth deign to rise. Though it be her noontide. Her fairest field in shadow lies. Nor can my light abide, week, p. 301. Friendship As I love naturc, as I love sing- oFnat'ure''''^ ing birds, and gleaming stubble, harmonize. ^^^ flowiug rfvcrs, and momiug SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 4 1 and evening, and summer and winter, I love thee, my friend. week, p. 302. The friend Even the death of friends will leaves the . . - , . , . sweetest msDire US as much as their lives. consolation , at his death. They Will Icave consolation to the mourners, as the rich leave money to de- fray the expenses of their funerals, and their memories will be incrusted over with sublime and pleasing thoughts, as monu- ments of other men are overgrown with moss. Week, p. 302. Two solitary stars, — Unmeasured systems far Between us roll, But by our conscious light we are Determined to one pole. week, p. 304. Civility Lying on lower levels is but a between • • 1 rr t • 1 • friends. trivial ottense compared with ci- vility and compliments on the level of friendship. Winter, p. 428, Exalting We are all ordinarily m a state effect of _ , . ^ , . ,.r music. 01 desperation. Such is our life, it ofttimes drives us to suicide. To how 42 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. many, perhaps to most, life is barely toler- able ; and if it were not for the fear of death or of dying, what a multitude would imme- diately commit suicide ! But let us hear a strain of music, and we are at once adver- tised of a life which no man had told us of, which no preacher preaches. Winter, p. i8r. No warder at the gate Can let the friendly in, But, like the sun, o'er all He will the castle win, And shine along the wall. Week, p. 305. Implacable is Love : Foes may be bought or teased From their hostile intent, But he goes unappeased Who is on kindness bent. Week, p. 305. Simplify When the mathematician would of life. solve a difficult problem, he first frees the equation of all encumbrances, and reduces it to its simplest terms. So sim- plify the problem of life, distinguish the SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 43 necessary and the real. Probe the earth to see where your main roots run. Letters, p. 43. Our faintest This, our respcctable daily life, ttXS-^ in which the man of common est reality. ^^^^^^ ^j^^ Englishman of the world, stands so squarely, and on which our institutions are founded, is in fact the veriest illusion, and will vanish like the baseless fabric of a vision ; but that faint glimmer of reality which sometimes illu- minates the darkness of daylight for all men, reveals something more solid and en- during than adamant, which is in fact the corner-stone of the world. Letters, p. 44. The reaiiza- Men canuot couceivc of a state dreams. of thlugs SO fair that it cannot be realized. letters, p. 44. We never have a fantasy so subtile and ethereal, but that talent merely y with more resolution and faithful persistency, after a thousand failures, might fix and engraye it in distinct and enduring words, and we should see that our dreams are the solidest facts that we know. letters, p. 45. 44 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, What can be expressed in words can be expressed in life. letters, p. 45- We can Mv actual life IS a fact, in view respect our aspirations, 01 which 1 have no occasion to not our actual lives. Congratulate myself ; but for my faith and aspiration I have respect. Letters, p. 45. I love reform better than its modes. There is no history of how bad became better. letters, p. 45. As for positions, combinations, and de- tails, — what are they } In clear weather, when we look into the heavens, what do we see but the sky and the sun } Letters, p. 45. Individual If you would convincc a man sour'ce'or that hc doCS WrOUg, do right. reform. g^^ ^^ ^^^ ^^^^ ^^ convincc him. Men will beheve what they see. Let them see. Letters, p. 46. ''Do what Pursue, keep up with, circle youiove.'» j-Qund and round your life, as a dog does his master's chaise. Do what you SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 45 love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still. Letters, p. 46. "If ye be Aim above morality. Be not spirit, ye simply good ; be good for some- are not un- Aiirii •! ii dertheiaw." thing. All fables, mdeed, have their morals ; but the innocent enjoy the story. Letters, p. 46. Direct ap- Let nothing come between you peal to the highest. and the light. Respect men as brothers only. When you travel to the Celestial City, carry no letter of introduc- tion. When you knock, ask to see God, — none of the servants. letters, p. 46. In what concerns you much, do not think you have companions ; know that you are alone in the world. Letters, p. 46. The true ^ ^avc tastcd but little bread bread. jj^ j^y jj£^ j^. j^^^ bccn mcrc grub and provender for the most part. Of bread that nourished the brain and the heart, scarcely any. There is absolutely none, even on the tables of the rich. Letters, p. 47. 46 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. The delight Some men go a-hunting, some eirning^a a-fishing, some a-gaming, some ^''''"^' to war ; but none have so pleas- ant a time as they who in earnest seek to earn their bread. It is true actually as it is true really ; it is true materially as it is true spiritually, that they who seek hon- estly and sincerely, with all their hearts and lives and strength, to earn their bread, do earn it, and it is sure to be very sweet to them. Letters, p. 48. A very little bread, — a very few crumbs are enough, if it be of the right quality, for it is infinitely nutritious. Let each man, then, earn at least a crumb of bread for his body before he dies, and know the taste of it, — that it is identical with the bread of life, and that they both go down at one swallow. Letters, p. 48. Not only the rainbow and sunset are beautiful, but to be fed and clothed, shel- tered and warmed aright, are equally beau- tiful and inspiring. There is not necessa- rily any gross and ugly fact which may not be eradicated from the life of man. Letters, p. 49. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 47 The earnest How can anv man be weak who man irre- _ , --.__, , sistibie. dares to be at all r Even the ten- derest plants force their way up through the hardest earth, and the crevices of rocks ; but a man no material power can resist. What a wedge, what a beetle, what a cata- pult is an earnest man ! What can resist him ? Letters, p. 49. That we have but little faith is not sad, but that we have but little faithfulness. By faithfulness faith is earned. Letters, p. 50. The misery Whcu oucc wc fall behind our- encJ^to^our" sclvcs, there is no accounting for genius. ^^ obstacles that rise up in our path, and no one is so wise as to advise, and no one so powerful as to aid us while we abide on that ground. Such are cursed with duties, and the neglect of their duties. For such the decalogue was made, and other far more voluminous and terrible codes. Letters, p. 50, Cling to Be not anxious to avoid pov- the thread _ , . , 1 1 r of life. erty. In this way the wealth of the universe may be securely invested. 48 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. What a pity if we do not live this short time according to the laws of the long time, — the eternal laws ! ... In the midst of this labyrinth let us live a thread of life. Letters, p. 52. The laws of Thc laws of carth are for the heaven'har- f^^t, or inferior man ; the laws monize. ^£ j^^g^y^^ ^^^ f^j. ^j^^ head, or superior man ; the latter are the former sublimed and expanded, even as radii from the earth's centre go on diverging into space. Letters, p. 53. Happy the man who observes the heav- enly and terrestrial law in just proportion ; whose every faculty, from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, obeys the law of its level ; who neither stoops nor goes on tiptoe, but lives a balanced life, acceptable to nature and to God. Letters, p. 53. Newspapers. If words wcrc invcutcd to con- ceal thought, I think that newspapers are a great improvement on a bad invention. Do not suffer your life to be taken by newspapers. letters, p. 56. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 49 Rest for the When wc are weary with trav- ^°"^* el, we lay down our load and rest by the wayside. So, when we are weary with the burden of life, why do we not lay down this load of falsehoods which we have volunteered to sustain, and be refreshed as never mortal was ? Let the beautiful laws prevail. Let us not weary ourselves by resisting them. letters, p. 57. God most It is not when I am. going to truly found 1 • 1 1 x whennot meet him, but when I am just consciously . i i • 1 • sought. turnmg away and leavmg him alone, that I discover that God is. I say, God. I am not sure that that is the name. You will know whom I mean. Letters, p. 58. Self renun- ^^ ^ ^r a momcut WC make way ciation. ^j^j^ Q^j. petty selves, wish no ill to anything, apprehend no ill, cease to be but as the crystal which reflects a ray, — what shall we not reflect ! What a uni- verse will appear crystallized and radiant around us ! Letters, p. 58. The muse The musc should lead like a should lead, , . , . - rr -i the under- Star which IS very far oii ; but that standing "^ follow. does not imply that we are to fol- low foolishly, falling into sloughs and over 50 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, precipices, for it is not foolishness, but un- derstanding, which is to follow, which the muse is appointed to lead, as a fit guide of a fit follower. letters, p. 58. Too high a Men make a great ado about nTbe madT the folly of demanding too much upon life. ^f jjf^ ^^^ ^£ eternity?), and of endeavoring to live according to that demand. It is much ado about nothing. No harm ever came from that quarter. Letters, p. 59. Danger of I am not afraid that I shall ex- undervalu- , . . ^ ing life. aggerate the value and significance of life, but that I shall not be up to the occasion which it is. I shall be sorry to remember that I was there, but noticed nothing remarkable, — not so much as a prince in disguise; lived in the golden age a hired man ; visited Olympus even, but fell asleep after dinner, and did not hear the conversation of the gods. Letters, p. 59. The kind of We, demanding news, and put- really want, tiug Up with Stick UCWS ! Is it a new convenience, or a new accident, or. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 51 rather, a new perception of the truth that we want ? letters, p. 60. Divine ex- ^^ ^^^ ^^^ attitude of expecta- pectations. ^^^^ somewhat divine ? — a sort of home-made divineness ? Does it not compel a kind of sphere-music to attend on it ? and do not its satisfactions merge at length, by insensible degrees, in the enjoy- ment of the thing expected ? letters, p. 61. Exalted em- Somc absorbiug employment on pioyment. your higher ground, — your up- land farm, — whither no cart-path leads, but where you mount alone with your hoe, — where the life everlasting grows ; there you raise a crop which needs not to be brought down into the valley to a market ; which you barter for heavenly products. Letters, p. 61. Yield not to Be not deterred by melancholy T^^^^lfy on the path which leads to im- wardpath. ^^^^^^ \^^'A\h and joy. When they tasted of the water of the river over which they were to go, they thought it tasted a little bitterish to the palate, but it proved sweeter when it was down. letters, p. 62. 52 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, As a man Ouf thoughts arc the epochs in thinketh, so . . ti i • i j_ is he. our hves ; all else is but as a journal of the winds that blew while we were here. letters, p. 63. Our ideal It is not easy to make our lives shames our 111 r best efforts, respectable by any course oi ac- tivity. We must repeatedly withdraw into our shells of thought, like the tortoise, somewhat helplessly ; yet there is more .than philosophy in that. letters, p. 64. Inward ^^ ^ should tum mysclf inside poverty. ^^^^ ^^ ^^^^ ^^^ mcanncss would indeed appear. I am something to him that made me, undoubtedly, but not much to any other that he has made. Letters, p. 64. He who As for missing friends, — what obeys his , - , genius can- it wc do miss ouc anothcr .'' not lose his friends. Havc wc not agrccd on a rendez- vous } While each wanders his own way through the wood, without anxiety, ay, with serene joy, though it be on his hands and knees, over rocks and fallen trees, he can- not but be in the right way. There is no wrong way to him. Letters, p. 65. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 53 Friendship ^ ^^^ ^^^ misscd his friend in nature. ^^ ^ tum, wciit OH buoyantly, di- viding the friendly air, and humming a tune to himself, ever and anon kneeling with delight to study each lichen in his path, and scarcely made three miles a day for friend- ship. Letters, p. 65. Unconscious I ^m glad to kuow that I am as influence. niuch to any mortal as a persis- tent and consistent scarecrow is to a far- mer, — such a bundle of straw in a man's clothing as I am, with a few bits of tin to sparkle in the sun dangling about me, as if I were hard at work there in the field. However, if this kind of life saves any man's corn, — why, he is the gainer. Letters, p. 68. The best I ^^ ^ot afraid you will flatter fsXc^'rhn^" ine as long as you know what I "^^'"^* am, as well as what I think or aim to be, and distinguish between these two ; for then it will commonly happen that if you praise the last, you will condemn the first. Letters, p. 69. 54 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. The earnest All thc world complaiii tiow-a- not hindered - - r • • i i • by trifles. days of a press of trivial duties and engagements, which prevents their employing themselves on some higher ground they know of ; but undoubtedly, if they were made of the right stuff to work on that higher ground, provided they were released from all those engagements, they would now at once fulfill the superior en- gagement, and neglect all the rest, as nar- urally as they breathe. Letters, p. 70. A glorious As for passing through any cannoTbf grcat aud glorious experience, left behind. ^^^ rlsiug above it, as an eagle might fly athwart the evening sky to rise into still brighter and fairer, regions of the heavens, I cannot say that I ever sailed so creditably, but my bark ever seemed thwarted by some side wdnd, and went off over the edge, and now only occasionally tacks back toward the centre of that sea again. letters, p. 70. Hope for I havc outgrowu nothing good, ourselves. ^^^^ j j^ ^^^ f^^^ ^^ ^^^^ f^jj^^ behind by whole continents of virtue, which should have been passed as islands in my SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 55 course ; but I trust — what else can I trust ? — that with a stiff wind, some Friday, when I have thrown some of my cargo over- board, I may make up for all that distance lost. Letters, p. 71. Wisdom and Man is continually saying to Ifaureach woman, Why will you not be °^^^^''* more wise ? Woman is contin- ually saying to man, Why will you not be more loving ? It is not in their wills to be wise or to be loving ; but, unless each is both wise and loving, there can be neither wisdom nor love. Letters, p. 72. Sky-lights. I am not satisfied with ordinary windows. I must have a true sky-light, and that is outside the village. . . . The man I meet with is not often so instructive as the silence he breaks. This stillness, solitude, wildness of nature is a kind of thoroughwort or boneset to my intellect. This is what I go out to seek. It is as if I always met in those places some grand, serene, immortal, infinitely encouraging, though invisible, companion, and walked with him. There at last my nerves are steadied, my senses and my mind do their office. Winter, p. 135. 56 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. The human Thc lovcr sccs in thc glance of ^^^' his beloved the same beauty that in the sunset paints the western skies. It is the same daimofi here lurking under a human eyelid and there under the closing eyelids of the day. Here, in small com- pass, is the ancient and natural beauty of evening and morning. What loving astron- omer has ever fathomed the ethereal depths of the eye } letters, p. n- The lover's Pcrhaps an instinct survives reserve. through thc iutcnscst actual love, which prevents entire abandonment of de- votion, and makes the most ardent lover a little reserved. It is the anticipation of change. For the most ardent lover is not the less practically wise, and seeks a love which will last forever. letters, p. ^^, The rarity Considering how few poetical marriages, friendships thcrc are, it is remark- able that so many are married. It would seem as if men yielded too easy an obedi- ence to nature without consulting their genius. One may be drunk with love without being any nearer to finding his mate. letters, p. 74. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 57 ^ , If common sense had been con- Botn com- divhirstnse suited, how many marriages would consulted in never have taken place ; if uncom- marriage. ^^^ ^^ divinC SCnSC, hoW fcW marriages, such as we witness, would ever have taken place ! letters, p. 74. Love should Our love may be ascending or ^^e^ascen dcsccnding. What is its charac- ter, if it may be said of it, — " We must respect the souls above, But only those below we laue.^'^ Letters, p. 74. Shun a ^ Is your friend such a one that descending . - love. an mcrease of worth on your part will rarely make her more your friend ? Is she retained, — is she attracted, — by more nobleness in you, — by more of that virtue which is peculiarly yours ; or is she indif- ferent and blind to that ? Is she to be flattered and won by your meeting her on any other than the ascending path ? Then duty requires that you separate from her. Letters, p. 74. True love A man of fine perceptions is most clear- , ^ , , - , sighted. more truly femmme than a merely 58 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. sentimental woman. The heart is blind ; but love is not blind. None of the gods is so discriminating. letters, p. 75- In love, the ^^ ^^^^ ^^^ friendship the imag- mifsTnot'be ination is as much exercised as offended. ^^^ ^^^^^ . ^^j •£ ^j^j^^^ j^ ^^^_ raged, the other will be estranged. It is commonly the imagination which is wounded first, rather than the heart, — it is so much the more sensitive. Letters, p. 75. Lovers must I Tcquirc that thou knowest understand , . , . . . each another evervthms: without bemg told without , . T 1 r 1 words. anything. I parted irom my be- loved because there was one thing which I had to tell her. She questioned me. She should have known all by sympathy. That I had to tell it her was the difference be- tween us, — the misunderstanding. Letters, p. 76. The lover A lovcr nevcr hears anything hears things, , . , , r t • i not words, that IS told^ for that is commonly either false or stale ; but he hears things taking place, as the sentinels heard Trenck SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 59 mining in the ground, and thought it was moles. Letters, p. 76. Lovede- ^^ to chaffer and higgle are SmosVdi- bad in trade, they are much worse rectness. j^ j^^^^ j^ demands directness as of an arrow. letters, p. 77- The true The lovcr wants no partiality. noThirhb He says, Be so kind as to be just. ^^''^^'' ... I need thy hate as much as thy love. Thou wilt not repel me entirely when thou repellest what is evil in me. Letters, p. 77. Truthfulness. It is not cnough that we are truthful ; we must cherish and carry out high purposes to be truthful about. Letters, p. 78. No lower en- Commottly, mcn are as much STthr afraid of love as of hate. They way of love, ^i^^^ lowcr engagements. They have near ends to serve. They have not imagination enough to be thus employed about a human being, but must be cooper- ing a barrel, forsooth. letters, p. 78. 60 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, No treasure What a difference whether, in p°ar^ed with '^ Y^ur walks, you meet only ^°''^* strangers, or in one house is one who knows you, and whom you know. To have a brother or a sister ! To have a gold mine on your farm ! To find diamonds in the gravel heaps before your door ! How rare these things are ! letters, p. 78. "Through Would not a friend enhance the thee alone r i i i i the sky is beauty of the landscape as much arched. "^ i •» -r^ Through as a deer or a hare ? Everythmer thee the rose '' ^ is red." would acknowledge and serve such a relation ; the corn in the field, and the cranberries in the meadow. The flow- ers would bloom and the birds sing with a new impulse. There would be more fair days in the year. letters, p. 78. *'Onthe The object of love expands broken arcs, and grows bcforc us to eternity, hlavln a until it iucludcs all that is lovely, perfect sound." and we become all that can love. Letters, p. 79. Meet others If you scek thc Warmth even on the high- r rr ^* r • •! est plane of aftcction from a similar mo- command, tive to that from which cats and SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 6 1 dogs and slothful persons hug the fire, be- cause your temperature is low through sloth, you are on the downward road, and it is but to plunge yet deeper into sloth. Letters, p. 8i. Genuine T\l^ Warmth of celestial love in^d ^^^^^'^^^ does not relax, but nerves and strengthens. ]3j.^Qgs j^s eujoyer. Warm your body by healthful exercise, not by cower- ing over a stove. Warm your spirit by performing independently noble deeds, not by ignobly seeking the sympathy of your fellows who are no better than yourself. Letters, p. 8i. Friends deal ^ mau's social and spiritual t?uth with discipline must answer to his cor- each other. ^^^^^\^ Hc must lean on a friend who has a hard breast, as he would lie on a hard bed. He must drink cold water for his only beverage. So he must not hear sweetened and colored words, but pure and refreshing truths. He must daily bathe in truth cold as spring water, not warmed by the sympathy of friends. letters, p. si. We must love our friend so much that 62 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, she shall be associated with our purest and holiest thoughts alone. When there is impurity, we have *' descended to meet/' though we knew it not. letters, p. 82. Love must Wc may love and not elevate I'o^retlinks ^ne auothcr. The love that takes ^''"^^' us as it finds us degrades us. What watch we must keep over the fairest and purest of our affections, lest there be some taint about them. May we so love as never to have occasion to repent our love. Letters, p. 82. A flower the Flowcrs, which, by their infinite pure love. hucs and fragrance, celebrate the marriage of the plants, are intended for a symbol of the open and unsuspected beauty of all true marriage, when man's flower- ing season arrives. letters, p. 82. The joy of ^ ^^^^ marriage will differ in inteliectliai "^^ wisc from illuminatiou. In all perception, perception of the truth there is a divine ecstasy, an inexpressible delirium of joy, as when a youth embraces his be- trothed virgin. The ultimate delights of a true marriage are one with this. Letters, p. 84. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 63 Pure love Somc have asked if the stock of the radical , , ^ , . , . j. reformer. mcn could HOt be improvcd, — if they could not be bred as cattle. Let love be purified, and all the rest will follow. A pure love is thus, indeed, the panacea for all the ills of the world. letters, p. 84. The off- The only excuse for reproduc- spring of the ... , -r , noble tend tion IS improvemcnt. Nature ab- to a higher .•-!-» i nobility. hors repetition. Beasts merely propagate their kind ; but the offspring of noble men and women will be superior to themselves, as their aspirations are. By their fruits ye shall know them. Letters, p. 84. Faithfulness As to how to prcscrvc potatocs rather than . . . knowledge trom rottiug my opinion may saves the ^ r ^ soul. change trom year to year ; but as to how to preserve my soul from rotting, I have nothing to learn, but something to practice. letters, p. 87. Wealth com- Thc problcm of life becomes, piobiem^of^ one cannot say by how many de- hfe. grees, more complicated as our material wealth is increased, whether that needle they tell of was a gateway or not, 64 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. since the problem is not merely nor mainly to get life for our bodies, but by this or a similar discipline to get life for our souls ; by cultivating the lowland farm on right principles, that is, with this view, to turn it into an upland farm. Letters, p. 88. To truly Though wc arc desirous to earn earn our bread, we our bread, we need not be anxious must satisfy . r • i i God for it. to satisfy men for it, — though we shall take care to pay them, — but God, who alone gave it to us. letters, p. 89. Men may ^^^ ^^7 ^^ eff CCt pUt US iu the Fo^ialisfying dcbtors' jail for that matter, sim- ^°^' ply for paying our whole debt to God, which includes our debt to them, and though we have his receipt for it, for his paper is dishonored. letters, p. 90. How prompt we are to satisfy the hun- ger and thirst of our bodies ; how slow to satisfy the hunger and thirst of our souls. Letters, p. 90. Care for the An Ordinary man will work pared with cvcry day for a year at shovelline: care for the .. ^ , . , , r soul. dirt to support his body, or a fam- SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 6$ ily of bodies ; but he is an extraordinary man who will work a whole day in a year for the support of his soul. Letters, p. 90. Real success. He alono is the truly enterpris- ing and practical man who succeeds in maintainhig his soul here. Have we not our everlasting life to get t and is not that the only excuse for eating, drinking, sleep- ing, or even carrying an umbrella when it rains ? letters, p. 90. The helpful I ^^ much indebted to you be- couragesour causc you look SO Steadily at the aspirations. |3^|-|.^j. g^^g^ qj. j-ather the true cen- tre of me (for our true centre may, and perhaps oftenest does, lie entirely aside from us, and we are in fact eccentric), and, as I have elsewhere said, " give me an op- portunity to live/* Letters, p. 91. The ideal What a little shelf is required, needs but 11.1 . • slight sup- by which we may mipms^e upon port in the ^ ^ , , ./. i . actual. another, and build there our eyrie in the clouds, and all the heavens we see above us we refer to the crags around and beneath us. Some piece of mica, as it were, in the face or eyes of one, as on 66 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. the delectable mountains, slanted at the right angle, reflects the heavens to us. Letters, p. gx. How the It was not the hero I admired, ffgurVsT^' but the reflection from his epau- P^''°"- let or helmet. It is nothing (for us) permanently inherent in another, but his attitude or relation to what we prize, that we admire. The meanest man may glitter with micaceous particles to his fel- low's eye. These are the spangles that adorn a man. letters, p. 91. Ideal union. The highcst uuion, ... or central oneness, is the coincidence of visual rays. Our club-room was an apartment in a con- stellation where our visual rays met (and there was no debate about the restaurant). The way between us is over the mount. Letters, p 92, Yourself and Your words make me think of Ke^Mgh- a man of my acquaintance whom est union. j Qccasioually meet, whom you, too, appear to have met, one Myself, as. he is called. Yet, why not call him Your- self } If you have met with him and SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 6/ know him, it is all I have done ; and surely where there is mutual acquaintance, the my and thy make a distinction without a difference. letters, p. 92, The most Hold fast to your most indefi- thou|ht'!ig- nite, waking dream. The very nificant. green dust on the walls is an or- ganized vegetable ; the atmosphere has its fauna and flora floating in it ; and shall we think that dreams are but dust and ashes, are always disintegrated and crumbling thoughts, and not dust-Hke thoughts troop- ing to their standard with music, systems beginning to be organized ? letters, p. 92. Value of a Supposc a man were to sell the clear soul 1 i 1 r 1 • compared huc, thc Icast amouut of colormg with mate- , . - rial gains. matter m the superficies of his thought, for a farm, — were to exchange an absolute and infinite value for a relative and finite one, to gain the whole world and lose his own soul ! letters, p. 93. Self-respect. It is worth whilc to Hve respect- ably unto ourselves. We can possibly get along with a neighbor, even with a bedfel- low, whom we respect but very little ; but 68 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. as soon as it comes to that, that we do not respect ourselves, then we do not get along at all, no matter how much money we are paid for halting. letters, p. 95. Better ob- It is better to have your head above than in thc clouds, and know where false clear- . - , ness below, you arc, II mdccd you cannot get it above them, than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise. letters, p. 96. Appeal to All that men have said or are the highest , i . . within you. IS a vcry I amt rumor, and it is not worth while to remember or refer to that. If you are to meet God, will you refer to anybody out of that court ? How shall men know how I succeed, unless they are in at the life ? I did not see the " Times " re- porter there. letters, p. 96. Friends We will Stand on solid founda- must meet . i t i erectly. tions to ouc auothcr, — la col- umn planted on this shore,,you on that. . . . We will not mutually fall over that we may meet, but will grandly and eternally guard the straits. letters, p. 119. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 69 The comfort Talk of buming your smoke of industry. ^£^^j. ^J^^ ^^^^ J^^g j^^^j^ ^^^^ sumed ! There is a far more important and warming heat, commonly lost, which precedes the burning of the wood. It is the smoke of industry, which is incense. I had been so thoroughly warmed in body and spirit, that when at length my fuel was housed, I came near selling it to the ash- man, as if I had extracted all its heat. Letters, p. 128. Providing Is it not dcHghtful to provide not super-' onc's sclf with thc necessaries of pleasure. life, — to collcct dry wood for the fire when the weather grows cool, or fruits when we grow hungry? — not till then. And then we have all the time left for thought ! Letters, p. 96. A warm Of what usc wcrc it, pray, to body and a 1 • 1 in cold spirit, get a little wood to burn to warm your body this cold weather, if there were not a divine fire kindled at the same time to warm your spirit } letters, p. 97. The true Life is SO short that it is not dawn. ^jg^ ^^ ^^^ roundabout ways, nor 70 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, can we spend much time in waiting. Is it absolutely necessary, then, that we should do as we are doing ? . . . Though it is late to leave off this wrong way, it will seem early the moment we begin in the right way ; instead of mid-afternoon, it will be early morning with us. We have not got half-way to dawn yet. letters, p. 97. Necessity of Wc must heap up a great pile work. q£ ^Qjj^g fQj. ^ small diameter of being. Is it not imperative on us that we do something, if we only work in a tread- mill } And, indeed, some sort of revolving is necessary to produce a centre and nu- cleus of being. What exercise is to the body, employment is to the mind and morals. Letters, p. 99. Uncon- There are so many layers of sciousness of beauty. mcrc whitc limc m every shell to that thin inner one so beautifully tinted. Let not the shell-fish think to build his house of that alone ; and pray, what are its tints to him } Is it not his smooth, close- fitting shirt merely, whose tints are not to him, being in the dark, but only when he is gone or dead, and his shell is heaved up SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 7 1 to light, a wreck upon the beach, do they appear. letters, p. 99. High results How admirably the artist is of work. made to accomplish his self -cul- ture by devotion to his art ! The wood- sawyer, through his effort to do his work well, becomes not merely a better wood- sawyer, but measurably a better man. Letters, p. 100. No diiettan- ^ou Say that you do not suc- teism. c^^^ much. Docs it concern you enough that you do not.-^ Do you work hard enough at it } Do you get the bene- fit of discipline out of it } If so, persevere. Is it a more serious thing than to walk a thousand miles in a thousand successive hours } Do you get any corns by it } Do you ever think of hanging yourself on ac- count of failure ? letters, p. 100. It is the art of mankind to polish the world, and every one who works is scrub- bing in some part. letters, p. loi. The higher If thc work is high and far, you the aim, the , • 1 1 more earnest must not Only aim arigfht, but must be the ^ o ' work. draw the bow with all your might. 72 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. You must qualify yourself to use a bow which no humbler archer can bend. " Work, — work, — work ! " Who shall know it for a bow ? It is not of yew-tree. It is straighter than a ray of light ; flexibility is not known for one of its qualities. letters, p. loi. Work in Whether a man spends his day spite o£ , -111 moods. m an ecstasy or despondency, he must do some work to show for it, even as there are flesh and bones to show for him. We are superior to the joy we experience. Letters, p. 103. The loneii- Ah ! what forcigu countries ness of false , society. there are, greater m extent than the United States or Russia, and with no more souls to a square mile, stretching away on every side from every human being, with whom you have no sympathy. . . . Rocks, earth, brute beasts, compara- tively, are not so strange to me. Letters, p. 105. When I sit in the parlors and kitchens of some with whom my business brings me — I was going to say in contact — (busi- SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 73 ness, like misery, makes strange bedfel- lows), 1 feel a sort of awe, and as forlorn as if I were cast away on a desolate shore. I think of Riley's narrative and his suf- ferings. Letters, p. 105. How finite You, who soarcd like a merlin Tsoi'^tes^^^ with your mate through the realms ^°"^^* of ether, in the presence of the unlike drop at once to earth, a mere amor- phous squab, divested of your air-inflated pinions. . . . You travel on, however, through this dark and desert world ; you see in the distance an intelligent and sym- pathizing lineament ; stars come forth in the dark, and oases appear in the desert. Letters, p. 105. The friend ^ ^^ g^^^ ^^ \i^2S that I do nOt ilmh oSr always limit your vision when you vision. \ooY this way ; that you some- times see the light through me ; that I am here and there windows, and not all dead wall. Might not the community sometimes petition a man to remove himself as a nuisance, a darkener of the day, a too large mote ? Letters, p. 107. 74 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Humanity Thc bcst Hcws you Send me is, Nature. Hot that Naturc with you is so fair and genial, but that there is one there who likes her so well. That proves all that was asserted. letters, p. m. Things cor- I ^ave not yet learned to live, mi^highest that I can see, and I fear that I ^^^^' shall not very soon. I find, how- ever, that in the long run things corre- spond to my original idea, — that they cor- respond to nothing else so much. Letters, p. 113. Courage. When an Indian is burned, his body may be broiled, it may be no more than a beefsteak. What of that } They may broil his heart, — but they do not therefore broil his coiiragey — his princi- ples. Be of good courage ! That is the main thing. Letters, p. 113. To the cour- ^^ ^ ^^^ wcrc to placc himsclf burdens^be- 1^ an attitudc to bear manfully come light, the greatest evil that can be in- flicted on him, he would find suddenly that there was no such evil to bear ; his brave back would go a-begging. . . . But as long SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 75 as he crouches, and skulks, and shirks his work, every creature that has weight will be treading on his toes, and crushing him ; he will himself tread with one foot on the other foot. letters, p. 114. Thedreadfui The moustcr is never just there thing not outside of us. where we thmk he is. What is truly monstrous is our cowardice and sloth. Letters, p. 114. I The true Why should we ever go abroad, adviser. eveu across the way, to ask a neighbor's advice ? There is a nearer neighbor within us incessantly telling us how we should behave. But we wait for the neighbor without to tell us of some false, easier way. letters, p. 114. Fatal post- ^^ evcry one of these houses ponement. there is at least one man fighting or squabbling a good part of his time with a dozen pet demons of his own breeding and cherishing, which are relentlessly gnawing at his vitals ; and if perchance he resolve at length that he will courageously combat them, he says, " Ay ! Ay ! I will attend to you after dinner," And, when that time 'jS SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, comes, he concludes that he is good for another stage, and reads a column or two about the Eastern War ! letters, p. us. We must At last onc wIll say, "Let us account for _ . . _ our lives. SCO, how much wood did you burn, sir ? '' and I shall shudder to think that the next question will be, '' What did you do while you were warm ? '' Do we think the ashes will pay for it ? that God is an ash- man ? It is a fact that we have got to ren- der an account for the deeds done in the body. Letters, p. 115. Sincerity is a great but rare virtue, and we pardon to it much complaining, and the betrayal of many weaknesses, letters, p. 117. Simplicity To what end do I lead a simple an'Kut life at all, pray? That I may a means. ^^^^j^ othcrs to simplify their lives } — and so all our lives be simplified merely, like an algebraic formula ? Or not, rather, that I may make use of the ground I have cleared, to live more worthily and profitably } letters, p. 117. I would fain lay the most stress forever SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, J J on that which is the most important, — im- ports the most to me, — though it were only (what it is likely to be) a vibration in the air. Letters, p. ii8. Themoun- I was glad to hear the other tains within . i -r» us. day that Higgmson and Brown were gone to Ktaadn ; it must be so much better to go to than a Woman's Rights or Abolition Convention ; better still, to the delectable, primitive mounts within you, which you have dreamed of from your youth up, and seen, perhaps, in the horizon, but never climbed. Letters, p. ii8. Poverty of ^ Walk over the crust to Asny- iwnar"^ bumskit, standing there in its wealth. inviting simplicity, is tempting to think of, — making a fire on the snow un- der some rock ! The very poverty of out- ward nature implies an inward wealth in the walker. What a Golconda is he conversant with, thawing his fingers over such a blaze ! letters, p. xn» Helpful As for the dispute about soli- society. ^^^^ ^^^ society, any comparison 78 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. is impertinent. It is an idling down on the plain at the base of a mountain, instead of climbing steadily to its top. Of course you will be glad of all the society you can get to go up with. Will you go to glory with me ? is the burden of the song, letters, p. 139. It is not that we love to be alone, but that we love to soar, and when we do soar, the company grows thinner and thin- ner till there is none at all. It is either the tribune on the plain, a sermon on the mount, or a very private ecstasy still higher up. We are not the less to aim at the summits, though the multitude does not ascend them. Use all the society that will abet you. letters, p. 139. Gratitude I am gratcful for what I am for the sense , , . . of existence, aud have. My thanksgivmg is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite, — only a sense of existence. Letters, p. 145. The double. Mcthinks a certain polygamy ness of our . , . <• i • . i r , r lives. With its troubles is the fate 01 almost all men. They are married to two wives, their genius (a celestial muse), and SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 79 also to some fair daughter of the earth. Unless these two were fast friends before marriage, and so are afterward, there will be but little peace in the house. Letters, p. 154, Our deepest ^^ ^^ ^ great Satisfaction to find unchange"^ that your oldcst convictions are *^^®' permanent. With regard to es- sentials I have never had occasion to change my mind. . , . The aspect of the world varies from year to year, as the landscape is differently clothed, but I find that the truth is still true, and I never regret any emphasis it may have inspired. Ktaadn is there still, but much more surely my con- viction is there, resting with more than mountain breadth and weight on the world, the source still of fertilizing streams, and affording glorious views from its summit if I can get up to it again. letters, p. 157. style in ^^ for Style of writing, if one writing. j^^g anything to say, it drops from him simply and directly, as a stone falls to the ground. There are no two ways about it, but down it comes, and he may stick in the points and stops wherever he can get a 8o SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, chance. ... To try to polish the stone in its descent, to give it a peculiar turn, and make it whistle a tune, perchance would be of no use, if it were possible, letters, p. 158. Appetite for ^^ somc hcads cannot carry solitude. tnuch wine, so it would seem that I cannot bear so much society as you can. I have an immense appetite for solitude, like an infant for sleep, and if I don't get enough of it this year, I shall cry all the next. Letters, p. i6o. An adven- If you havc bccn to the top of mind rather Mouut WasWugton, let mc ask, than in the r-it ^ r^^ thing done. What did you find there i That is the way they prove witnesses, you know. Going up there and being blown on is noth- ing. We never do much climbing while we are there, but we eat our luncheon, etc., very much as at home. It is after we get home that we really go over the mountain, if ever. What did the mountain say } What did the mountain do t letters, p. 165. Be warmed Now is the time to become con- by activity, ycrsant with your wood-pile (this comes under Work for the Month), and be SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 8 1 sure you put some warmth into it by your way of getting it. Do not consent to be passively warmed. An intense degree of that is the hotness that is threatened. But a positive warmth within can withstand the fiery furnace, as the vital heat of a living man can withstand the heat that cooks meat. letters, p. 167. Friends I have lately got back to that found in _. , nii/-.TT solitude. glorious society, called Solitude, where we meet our friends continually, and can imagine the outside world also to be peopled. Yet some of my acquaintances would fain hustle me into the almshouse for the sake of society^ as if I were pining for that diet, when I seem to myself a most befriended man, and find constant employment. letters, p. 173. What a fool he must be who thinks that his El Dorado is anywhere but where he lives. Letters, p. 177. The battle What a battle a man must fight sane^think- cverywhcrc to maintain his stand- ^"^' ing army of thoughts, and march with them in orderly array through the 82 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, always hostile country ! How many ene- mies there are to sane thinking. Every soldier has succumbed to them before he enlists for those other battles. Letters, p. 179. The cost of ^^ IS ^^sy enough to maintain a \TtSh%i family, or a state, but it is bard thoughts. ^^ maintain these children of your brain (or say, rather, these guests that trust to enjoy your hospitality), they make such great demands ; and yet, he who does only the former, and loses the power to think originally, or as only he ever can, fails mis- erably. Keep up the fires of thought, and all will go well. letters, p. iSo. Real success How you can ovcrrun a coun- Ts^n our^ try, climb any rampart, and carry thoughts. ^^^ fortress, with an army of alert thoughts ! — thoughts that send their bullets home to heaven's door, — with which you can take the whole world, with- out paying for it, or robbing anybody. See, the conquering hero comes ! You fail in your thoughts, or you prevail in your. thoughts only. letters, p. iSo. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 83 Thought a In your mind must be a liquor the world, which will dissolve the world whenever it is dropt in it. There is no universal solvent but this, and all things together cannot saturate it. It will hold the universe in solution, and yet be as translucent as ever. letters, p. iSi. Right think- Provided you think well, the ibfe! heavens falling, or the earth ga- ping, will be music for you to march by. No foe can ever see you, or you him ; you cannot so much as think of him ; swords have no edges, bullets no penetration, for such a contest. Letters, p. i8o. The beauty Look at mankind. No great HfeTin'our''^ diffcrcnce between two, appa- thoughts. rently ; perhaps the same height, and breadth, and weight ; and yet, to the , man who sits most east, this life is a wea- riness, routine, dust and ashes, and he drowns his imaginary cares (!) (a sort of fric- tion among his vital organs) in a bowl. But to the man who sits most west, his contempo- rary (!), it is a field for all noble endeavors, an elysium, the dwelling-place of heroes and demigods. The former complains that 84 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, he has a thousand affairs to attend to ; but he does not realize that his affairs (though they may be a thousand) and he are one. Letters, p. 182. Grade the What Is the use of a house if befo"e^you jo^ have n't got a tolerable pla- ^"^^'^* net to put it on ? — if you cannot tolerate the planet it is on ? Grade the ground first. Letters, p. 183. A man's ^^ ^ ^^^ believes and expects To^ptrin' great things of himself, it makes himself. ^^ ^^jg where you put him, or what you show him (of course you cannot put him anywhere, nor show him anything), he will be surrounded by grandeur. He is in the condition of a healthy and hungry man, who says to himself. How sweet this crust is ! If he despairs of himself, then Tophet is his dwelling-place, and he is in the condition of a sick man who is disgusted with the fruits of finest flavor. Letters, p. 183. Whether he sleeps or wakes, — whether he runs or walks, — whether he uses a microscope or a telescope, or his naked SELECTIONS FROM THOKEAU, 85 eye, — a man never discovers anything, never overtakes anything, or leaves any- thing behind, but himself. Whatever he says or does, he merely reports himself. Letters, p. 183. Courage. Each reaching and aspiration is an instinct with which all nature consists and cooperates, and therefore it is not in vain. But alas ! each relaxation and des- peration is an instinct too. To be active, well, happy, implies rare courage. Letters, p. 184. Success The fact is, you have got to take devotlort'S the world on your shoulders like ideas. Atlas, and put along with it. You will do this for an idea's sake, and your success will be in proportion to your devotion to ideas. It may make your back ache occasionally, but you will have the satisfaction of hanging it or twirling it to suit yourself. Cowards suffer, heroes en- joy. After a long day's walk with it, pitch it into a hollow place, sit down and eat your luncheon. Unexpectedly, by some immortal thoughts, you will be compen- sated. The bank whereon you sit will be 86 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, a fragrant and flowery one, and your world in the hollow, a sleek and light gazelle. Letters, p. 184, Explore the What is the use of going right htZt^Lg over the old track again ? There your ways. j^ ^^ ^^^^^ .^ ^^^ ^^^^ ^j^j^j^ your own feet have worn. You must make tracks into the Unknown. That is what you have your board and clothes for. Why do you ever mend your clothes, unless that, wearing them, you may mend your ways. Letters, p. 185. One's I ^^ very busy, after my fash- and'dLSpI-' ion, little as there is to show for ^'°''' it, and feel as if I could not spend many days nor dollars in traveling ; for the shortest visit must have a fair margin to it, and the days thus affect the weeks, you know. Nevertheless, we cannot forego these luxuries altogether. letters, p. 187. The shallow- This Hfc is uot for complaint, complaint, but for satisfactiou. . . . Any complaint / have to make is too serious to be uttered, for the evil cannot be mended. Letters, p. 188. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 8/ Unconscious How wholesomc winter is, seen goodness. £^^ ^^ ^^^^ . j^^^ good, above all mere sentimental, warm-blooded, short- lived, soft-hearted, moral goodness, com- monly so-called. Give me the goodness which has forgotten its own deeds, — w^hich God has seen to be good, and let be. Letters, p. 194- What business have you, if you are '' an angel of light,*' to be pondering over the deeds of darkness, reading the *' New York Herald " and the like t letters, p. 195. I will not doubt the love untold Which not my worth nor want hath bought. Which wooed me young, and woos me old, And to this evening hath me brought. Letters, p. 219. The ideal of Evcry Walk is a sort of crusade, a walk. preached by some Peter the Her- mit in us, to go forth and reconquer this Holy Land from the hands of the Infidels. Excursions, p. 162. 88 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. A true No Wealth can buy the requi- ro^byX^"^^ site leisure, freedom, and inde- graceofGod. pgndence, which are the capital in this profession. It comes only by the grace of God. It requires a direct dispen- sation from Heaven to become a walker. Excursions, p. 163. True walk- The Walking of which I speak ing is not for . . . , . , . exercise. has nothmg m it akm to takmg exercise, as it is called, as the sick take medicine at stated hours, — as the swing- ing of dumb-bells or chairs ; but is itself the enterprise and adventure of the day. If you would get exercise, go in search of the springs of life. Think of a man's swinging dumb-bells for his health, when those springs are bubbling up in far-off pastures unsought by him. excursions, p. i66. Worldly I^ ^y walks I would fain re- gottln'ina ^um to my senses. What busi- truewalk. ^^^^ j^^^^ j j^ ^j^^ ^Qod.^, if I am thinking of something out of the woods } I suspect myself, and cannot help a shudder, when I find myself so implicated' even in what are called good works, — for this may sometimes happen. Excursions, p. 169. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 89 The interest An absolutelv ncw prospect is a of a new , . prospect. great happiness, and I can get this any afternoon. ... A single farm- house which I had not seen before is sometimes as good as the dominions of the King of Dahomey. excursions, p. 169. Nature pre- From many a hill I can see man in a civilization and the abodes of scape. man afar. The farmers and their works are scarcely more obvious than wood-chucks and their burrows. Man and his affairs, church and state and school, trade and commerce, and manufactures and agriculture, even politics, the most alarm- ing of them all, — I am pleased to see how little space they occupy in the landscape. Excursions, p. 170. To enjoy a thing exclusively is commonly to exclude yourself from the true enjoy- ment of it. Excursions, p. 175. The charm Thcrc are some intervals which ofwiidness. ^^^^^^ ^hc Strain of the wood- thrush, to which I would migrate, — wild lands where no settler has squatted, to to which, methinks, I am already accli- mated. Excursions, p. i85. go SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, The most Life coRsists with wildness. alive, the wildest. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence re- freshes him. One who pressed forward incessantly and never rested from his labors, who grew fast and made infinite demands on life, would always find himself in a new country or wilderness, and surrounded by the raw material of life. excursions, p. 187. Theattrac- I dcrivc morc of my subsis- tiveness of - , i • i swamps. tence from the swamps which sur- round my native town than from the culti- vated gardens in the village. There are no richer pastures to my eyes than the dense beds of dwarf andromeda which cover these tender places on the earth's surface. excursions, p. 188. My spirits infallibly rise in proportion to the outward dreariness. Give me the ocean, the desert, or the wilderness. Excursions, p. 189. Wild think- It is the uncivilized, free, and us. wild thinking in ** Hamlet " and the " Iliad," in all the Scriptures and "My- thologies, not learned in the schools, that delights us. Excursions, p. 193. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 9 1 wiidness of A truly good book is something bookr^ as natural and as unexpectedly and unaccountably fair and perfect as a wild flower discovered on the prairies of the West or in the jungles of the East, excursions, p. 193- No poetry I do not know of any poetry to so wild as 1 • 1 i j_ i Nature. quotc which adequately expresses this yearning for the Wild. Approached from this side, the best poetry is tame. I do not know where to find in any literature, ancient or modern, any account which con- tents me of that Nature with which even I am acquainted. excursions, p. 195. The soul By long years of patient indus- science. try and reading of the newspa- pers, — for what are the libraries of science but files of newspapers .^ -— a man accumu- lates a myriad facts, lays them up in his memory, and then when in some spring of his life he scampers abroad into the Great Fields of thought, he, as it were, goes to grass like a horse, and leaves all his har- ness behind in the stable. excursions, p. 203. Knowledge ^ man's ignorancc sometimes woTsft'han is Hot Only uscful, but beautiful, ignorance. _ ^^Jl^ ^is knOwlcdge, SO Callcd, 92 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. is oftentimes worse than useless, besides being ugly. Which is the best man to deal with, — he who knows nothing about a subject, and, what is extremely rare, knows that he knows nothing, or he who really knows something about it, but thinks that he knows all ? excursions, p. 204. Aim above My dcsirc for knowledge is in- knowiedge. termittcut ; but my desire to bathe my head in atmospheres unknown to my feet is perennial and constant. The high- est that we can attain to is not Knowledge, but Sympathy with Intelligence. Excursions, p. 204. Free and "That is activc duty," says iTctivny, the the Vishnu Purana, ''which is not highest. £^j. ^^j. ]3ondage ; that is know- ledge which is for our liberation ; all other duty is good only unto weariness ; all other knowledge is only the cleverness of an artist. Excursions, p. 205. A border F^r my part, I feel that with Natufe^^^^^^^ regard to Nature I live a sort of Society. border life, on the confines oi a world into which I make occasional and SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 93 transient forays only, and my patriotism and allegiance to the State into whose territories I seem to retreat are those of a moss-trooper. excursions, p. 207. Vision The walker in the familiar fields woHcTof*^^ which stretch around my native wHdness^o^f town somctimes finds himself in another land than is described in their owners' deeds. . . . These farms . . . have no chemistry to fix them ; they fade from the surface of the glass, and the pic- ture which the painter painted stands out dimly from beneath. excursions, p. 207. The realm We arc accustomcd to say in laid waste New England that few and fewer by worldly ... ^^ living. pigeons visit us every year. Our forests furnish no mast for them. So, it would seem, few and fewer thoughts visit each growing man from year to year, for the grove in our minds is laid waste, — sold to feed unnecessary fires of ambition, or sent to mill, and there is scarcely a twig left for them to perch on. excursions, p. 209. The great So wc sauutcr toward the Holy gi^v^sv^Tue Land, till one day the sun shall ^° ^'^^" shine more brightly than ever he 94 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bank-side in autumn. excursions, p. 214. Thecompii- The grcatcst compliment that hll^onf's'^^'^" was ever paid me was when one thought. asked me what / thought, and at- tended to my answer. I am surprised as well as delighted when this happens, it is such a rare use he would make of me, as if he were acquainted with the tool. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 248. The glory of This world is a place of busi- leisure. ^^^^^ ^\i2X au infinite bustle! I am awaked almost every night by the panting of the locomotive. It interrupts my dreams. There is no sabbath. It would be glorious to see mankind at leisure for once. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 249. Out-door ^^ must go out and re-ally our- ^^^^' selves to Nature every day. We must make root, send out some little fibre at least, even every winter day. I am sen- sible that I am imbibing health when I SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 95 open my mouth to the wind. Staying in the house breeds a sort of insanity always. Every house is, in this sense, a sort of hos- pital. A night and a forenoon is as much confinement to those wards as I can stand. I am aware that I recover some sanity which I had lost, almost the instant that I come abroad. winter, p. 57. The evil of To havc douc anything by which money^ Y^u carncd money merely is to merely. havc becu truly idle or worse. If the laborer gets no more than the wages which his employer pays him, he is cheated ; he cheats himself. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 251. "Work for The aim of the laborer should work's sake." ^^^ ^^^ ^^ ^^^ j^Jg Hviug, tO gCt '' a good job," but to perform well a certain work. . . . Do not hire a man who does your work for money, but him who does it for love of it. Yankee in Canada, etc, p. 252. The truly Thc commuuity has no bribe efficient i .n • -cr man. that Will tcmpt a Wise man. You may raise money enough to tunnel a moun- tain, but you cannot raise money enough 96 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, to hire a man who is minding his own business. An efificient and valuable man does what he can, whether the community pay him for it or not. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 253. Artificial Perhaps I am more than usually wants en- . - . - >. slave us. jcalous With rcspcct to my tree- dom. ... If my wants should be much in- creased, the labor required to supply them would become a drudgery. If I should sell both my forenoons and afternoons to so- ciety, as most appear to do, I am sure that for me there would be nothing left wort?i living for. I trust that I shall never thus sell my birthright for a mess of pottage. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 253. The constant As f or the Comparative demand elevation of 1.1 1 ,./... our aim. which mcn make on lire, it is an important difference between two, that one is satisfied with a level success, that his marks can all be hit by point-blank shots, but the other, however low and unsuccess- ful his life may be, constantly elevates his aim, though at a very slight angle to the horizon. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 254. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 97 Living and It is remarkable that there is fil^njlhouid little or nothing to be remembered beautiful. written on the subject of getting a living : how to make getting a living not merely honest and honorable, but altogether inviting and glorious ; for if getting a living is not so, then living is not. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 254. Cold and hunger seem more friendly to my nature than those methods which men have adopted and advise to ward them off. Yankee in Canada, etc, p. 255. The ordinary Thc ways in which most men geuing''^ get their living, that is, live, are hosti^^o mere make-shifts, and a shirking true life. ^f ^j^^ ^^^1 buslncss of Hfc, chicfly because they do not know, but partly be- cause they do not mean, any better. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 255. A grain of gold will gild a great surface, but not so much as a grain of wisdom. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 257. Where alone Men rush to California and Z\ohl ^°^^ Australia, as if the true gold were to be found in that direction ; but 98 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, that is to go to the very opposite extreme to where it lies. ... Is not our native soil auriferous } Does not a stream from the golden mountains flow through our native valley } and has not this for more than geologic ages been bringing down the shining particles and forming the nuggets for us I Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 258. What shall it A man had better starve at once f/he^ha™ than lose his innocence in the whole world, proccss of getting his bread. If ^^^* within the sophisticated man there is not an unsophisticated one, then he is but one of the Devil's angels. As we grow old we live more coarsely, we relax a little in our disciplines, and, to some extent, cease to obey our finest instincts. But we should be fastidious to the extreme of sanity, dis- regarding the gibes of those who are more unfortunate than ourselves. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 260. The limited I hardly know an intellectual views of I'll! men. man, even, who is so broad and truly liberal that you can think aloud in his society. Most with whom you endeavor to talk soon come to a stand against some SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 99 institution in which they appear to hold stock, — that is, some particular, not uni- versal, way of viewing things. They will continually thrust their own low roof, with its narrow skylight, between you and the sky, when it is the unobstructed heavens you would view. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 261. Religion I^ some lyceums they tell me ilnguage^ that they have voted to exclude religion. ^^^ subjcct of rcligion. But how do I know what their religion is, and when I am near to it or far from it ? I have walked into such an arena and done my best to make a clean breast of what reli- gion I have experienced, and the audience never suspected what I was about. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 261. The low I often accuse my finest ac- ma^ke^ifpon quaintanccs of an immense fri- each other, yolity ; f or, whilc there are man- ners and compliments we do not meet, we do not teach one another the lessons of honesty and sincerity that the brutes do, or of steadiness and solidity that the rocks do. The fault is commonly mutual, 100 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. however ; for we do not habitually demand any more of each other. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 262. Shallow When our life ceases to be in- intercourse. ^^j-^j ^iud privatc, couvcrsation degenerates into mere gossip. We rarely meet a man who can tell us any news which he has not read in a newspaper, or been told by his neighbor ; and, for the most part, the only difference between us and our fellow is, that he has seen the newspaper, or been out to tea, and we have not. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 263. Lifesacri- I do not kuow but it is too ficed to the , ., newspaper, much to read one newspaper a week. I have tried it recently, and for so long it seems to me that I have not dwelt in my native region. The sun, the clouds, the snow, the trees say not so much to me. You cannot serve two masters. It requires more than a day's devotion to know and to possess the wealth of a day. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 263. A world If y^^ chance to live and move thIt'oFthe a^d have your being in that thin newspaper, g^ratum iu which the events that SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. lOI make the news transpire, — thinner than the paper on which it is printed, — then these things will fill the world for you ; but if you soar above or dive below that plane, you cannot remember nor be reminded of them. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 264. The mind I am astouishcd to observe how not to be . . desecrated willmg mcu arc . . . to permit idle by gossip and affairs, rumors and incidents of the most insignificant kind to intrude on ground which should be sacred to thought. Shall the mind be a public arena, where the af- fairs of the street and the gossip of the tea-table chiefly are discussed ? Or shall it be a quarter of heaven itself, — an hy- paethral temple, consecrated to the service of the gods ? Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 265. Intellectual It is important to preserve the and moral • i > 1 • r^^ • i r t suicide. mmd s chastity. . . . f hink ot ad- mitting the details of a single case of the criminal court into our thoughts, to stalk profanely through their very sanctum sanc- torum for an hour, ay, for many hours ! to make a very bar-room of the mind's in- most apartment, as if for so long the very dust of the street had occupied us, — the I02 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, very street itself, with all its travel, its bustle, and filth, had passed through our thoughts* shrine ! Would it not be an in- tellectual and moral suicide ? Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 265. Let your ^^ ^ ^^ ^^ ^c a thoroughfarc, I ?pent^o^he Prefer that it be of the mountain ^^^^* brooks, Parnassian streams, and not the town sewers. There is inspiration, that gossip which comes to the ear of the attentive mind from the courts of heaven. There is the profane and stale revelation of the bar-room and the police court. The same ear is fitted to receive both commu- nications. Only the character of the hear- er determines to which it shall be opened, and to which closed. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 266. Science Evcn thc facts of science may aSoin- dust the mind by their dryness, spiration. unlcss they are in a sense effaced each morning, or rather rendered fertile by the dews of fresh and living truth. Know- ledge does not come to us by details, but in flashes of light from heaven. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 267. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 103 Political Do we call this the land of the freedom but r •» t t n • i i r a means. free ? . . . What IS the value of any political freedom but as a means to moral freedom ? . . . It is our children's children who may perchance be really free. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 268. We quarter our gross bodies on our poor souls, till the former eat up all the latter's substance. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 268. Manners It is thc vicc . . . of mauncrs apart from , , • 1 1 i • character. that thcy arc contmually being deserted by the character ; they are cast- off clothes or shells, claiming the respect which belonged to the Uving creature. . . . The man who thrusts his manners upon me does as if he were to insist on intro- ducing me to his cabinet of curiosities when I wished to see himself. It was not in this sense that the poet Decker called Christ *' the first true gentleman that ever breathed.' Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 269. The most Thc chicf waut, in every State auctions T" that I have been into, was a high ^^^^^^' and earnest purpose in its inhabi- tants. . . . When we want culture more I04 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, than potatoes, and illumination more than sugar-plums, then the great resources of a world are taxed and drawn out, and the result, or staple production, is, not slaves, nor operatives, but men, — those rare fruits called heroes, saints, poets, philosophers, and redeemers. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 271. Truth and -^^ a snow-drif t is formed where institutions. ^J^^^.^ Jg ^ J^JJ J^^ ^J^^ ^^Jj^^^ ^^^ ^^^ would say, where there is a lull of truth, an institution springs up. But the truth blows right on over it, nevertheless, and at length blows it down. Yankee in Canada, etc., p. 271. The author- Poctry is SO uuivcrsally true poetry. and independent of experience that it does not need any particular biog- raphy to illustrate it, but we refer it sooner or later to some Orpheus or Linus, and after ages to the genius of humanity, and the gods themselves. week, p. 102. Hours above Wc should be at the helm at *'"'^* least once a day. The whole of the day should not be daytime ; there should be one hour, if not more, when the day did not bring forth. week, p. 103. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. IO5 Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them at all. Week, p. 103. Thehiberna- The poct is hc that hath fat poet. enough, like bears and marmots, to suck his claws all winter. He hiber- nates in this world, and feeds on his own marrow, ... is ... a sort of dormouse gone into winter quarters of deep and se- rene thoughts, insensible to surrounding circumstances ; his words are the relation of his oldest and finest memory, a wisdom drawn from the remotest experience. Other men lead a starved existence, meanwhile, like hawks that would fain keep on the wing and trust to pick up a sparrow now and then. week, p. 106. The rarity of A pcrfcctly healthy sentence perfect ex- . - pression. IS . . . cxtrcmcly rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought ; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of morning or evening with- out their colors, or the heavens without their azure. week, p. no. I06 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Howphys- We are often struck by the maVhei'p force and precision of style to the writer, ^hich hard-working men, unprac- tised in writing, easily attain, when re- quired to make the effort ; as if plainness and vigor and sincerity, the ornaments of style, were better learned on the farm and in the workshop than in the schools. Week, p. 113. Hours of Some hours seem not to be resolution. Q^casion for any deed, but for resolves to draw breath in. We do not directly go about the execution of the pur- pose that thrills us, but shut our doors be- hind us and ramble with prepared mind, as if the half were already done. Our reso- lution is taking root or hold . . . then, as seeds first send a shoot downward, which is fed by their own albumen, ere they send one upward to the light. week, p. us. Few speak The scholar is not apt to make ln"Sugh of his most familiar experience come Nature. graccfully to the aid of his ex- pression. Very few men can speak of Nature, for instance, with any truth. They overstep her modesty somehow or other. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 10/ and confer no favor. They do not speak a good word for her. . . . The surliness with which the woodchopper speaks of his woods, handling them indifferently as his axe, is better than the mealy-mouthed enthusiasm of the lover of nature. Better that the primrose by the river s brim be a yellow primrose and nothing more, than that it be something less. week, p. 115. Aiwaysroom A good book will ncvcr have book. been forestalled, but the topic itself will in one sense be new, and its author, by consulting with Nature, will con- sult not only with those who have gone be- fore, but with those who may come after. There is always room and occasion enough for a true book on any subject, as there is room for more light the brightest day, and more rays will not interfere with the first. Week, p. 116. Good and O^^ sailor was visited in his bad sleep. ^rcams this night by the Evil Destinies, and all those powers that are hostile to human life, which constrain and oppress the minds of men, and make their path seem difficult and narrow, and beset I08 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, with dangers. . . . But the other hap- pily passed a serene and even ambrosial or immortal night, and his sleep was dream- less, or only the atmosphere of pleasant dreams remained, — a happy, natural sleep until the morning, — and his cheerful spirit soothed and reassured his brother, for whenever they meet, the Good Genius is sure to prevail. week, p. 123. Thesignifi- When we are in health, all music. sounds fife and drum for us ; we hear the notes of music in the air, or catch its echoes dying away when we awake in the dawn. Marching is when the pulse of the hero beats in unison with the pulse of Nature, and he steps to the measure of the universe; then there is true courage and invincible strength. week, p. 185. Music is the sound of the universal laws promulgated. It is the only assured tone. There are in it such strains as far surpass any man's faith in the loftiness of his des- tiny. Week, p. 185. History not Wc should rcad history as little critically. Critically as we consider the land- SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. lOQ scape, and be more interested by the at- mospheric tints and various lights and shades which the intervening spaces cre- ate, than by its groundwork and composi- tion. It is the morning now turned even- ing and seen in the west, — the same sun, but a new light and atmosphere. ... In reaUty, history fluctuates as the face of the landscape from morning to evening. What is of moment is its hue and color . . . ; we want not its then, but its now. We do not complain that the mountains in the horizon are blue and indistinct ; they are the more like the heavens. week, p. 164. Divine What are threescore years and leisure. ^^^^ hurricdly and coarsely lived, to moments of divine leisure, in which your li^e is coincident with the life of the uni- verse } We live too fast and coarsely, just as we eat too fast, and do not know the true savor of our food. We consult our will and our understanding and the expec- tation of men, not our genius. I can im- pose upon myself tasks which will crush me for life and prevent all expansion, and this I am but too inclined to do. Winter, p. 45, no SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. The muse Thc lofticst Strains of the muse toopiaintive. ^^^^ f^^ ^j^^ ^^^^ p^j.^.^ subHmely plaintive, and not a carol as free as na- ture's. The contest which the sun shines to celebrate from morning to evening is unsung. The muse solaces herself, and is not ravished, but consoled. . . . But in Homer and Chaucer there is more of the serenity and innocence of youth than in the more modern and moral poets. Week, p. 389. A spontane- To thc inuoccut thcrc are nei- cencTabove ^hcr chcrubims nor angels. At virtue. ^^^^ intervals we rise above the necessity of virtue into an unchangeable morning light, in which we have only to live right on and breathe the ambrosial air. Week, p. 390, There is no wisdom that can take place of humanity. week, p. 391. Each deed O^r wholc Hfc is taxcd for the by'Srwhoie least thing well done. It is its ^'^^* net result. How we eat, drink, sleep, and use our desultory hours now in these indifferent days, with no eye to ob- SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, III serve and no occasion to excite us, deter- mines our authority and capacity for the time to come. early spring, p. 22. A friend's ^ f ricud adviscs by his whole advice. behavior, and never condescends to particulars. Another chides away a fault, he loves it away. While he sees the other's error, he is silently conscious of it, and only the more loves truth itself, and assists his friend in loving it, till the fault is expelled and gently extinguished. Early Spring, p. 28. A lesson Simplicity is the law of nature flowers. for mcn as well as for flowers. When the tapestry (corolla) of the nuptial bed (calyx) is excessive, luxuriant, it is un- productive. . . . Such a flower has no true progeny, and can only be reproduced by the humble mode of cuttings from its stem or roots. . . . The fertile flowers are single, not double. early spring, p. 28. The source I havc thoughts, as I walk, on above"o^uV. somc subjcct that is running in ^''^^^^' my head, but all their pertinence seems gone before I can get home to set 112 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. them down. The most valuable thoughts which I entertain are anything but what / thought. Nature abhors a vacuum, and if I can only walk with sufficient carelessness I am sure to be filled. early spring, p. 34. There must Thcrc can be no good reading hea^?ngto uulcss thcrc is good hearing also. make a good _ , - - - . reader. It takcs two, at Icast, for this game, as for love, and they must coope- rate. Early Spring, p. 52. Anadvan- Thc birds I heard [to-day], tage of igno- 1 • 1 r i t i ranee. which, lortunatcly, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation, and had for background to their song an untrodden wilderness stretching through many a Carolina and Mexico of the soul. Early Spring, p. 55. The Stan- Wc f orgct to stHvc and aspire, dard within - . , us. to do better even than is expected of us. I cannot stay to be congratulated. I would leave the world behind me. . . . To please our friends and relatives we turn out our silver ore in cartloads, while we neglect to work our mines of gold known only to ourselves, far up in the Sierras, SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, II3 where we pulled up a bush in our mountain walk, and saw the glittering treasure. Let us return thither. Let it be the price of our freedom to make that known. Winter, p. 169. Unconscious We reprove each other uncon- reproof. sciously by our own behavior. Our very carriage and demeanor in the streets should be a reprimand that will go to the conscience of every beholder. An infusion of love from a great soul gives a color to our faults which will discover them as lunar caustic detects impurities in water. The best will not seem to go contrary to others ; but as if they could afford to travel the same way, they go a parallel but higher course. Jonson says, — " That to the vulgar canst thyself apply. Treading a better path, not contrary." Early Spring, p. 56. We must How cau our love increase un- frknd a^s we l^ss our lovcliness increases also } love God. y^^ must sccurcly love each other as we love God, with no more danger that our love be unrequited or ill bestowed. There is that in my friend before which I must first decay and prove untrue. Early Spring, p. 62. 114 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, Respectyour Impulsc is, after all, the best impulses. linguist ; its logic, if not confor- mable to Aristotle, cannot fail to be most convincing. The nearer we can approach to a complete but simple transcript of our thought, the more tolerable will be the piece, for we can endure to consider our- selves in a state of passivity or in involun- tary action, but rarely can we endure to consider our efforts, and least of all, our rare efforts. early spring, p. ^^, Essential Wc must uot cxpcct to probc life not to . - _ _ be probed. With our fingcrs the sanctuary of any life, whether animal or vegetable. If we do, we shall discover nothing but sur- face still. The ultimate expression or fruit of any created thing is a fine effluence, which only the most ingenuous worshiper perceives at a reverent distance from its surface even. . . . Only that intellect makes any progress toward conceiving of the essence which at the same time per- ceives the effluence. early spring, p. 83. No ripeness Thcrc is no ripcness which is merely the . _ . means. uot, SO to spcak. Something ulti- mate in itself, and not merely a perfected SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. II5 means to a higher end. In order to be ripe it must serve a transcendent use. The ripeness of a leaf, being perfected, leaves the tree at that point, and never returns to it. Early Spring, p. 84. Music has A history of music would be no history, jjj^^ ^j^^ history of the future, for so little past is it and capable of record that it is but the hint of a prophecy. ... It has no history more than God. . . . Pro- perly speaking, there can be no history but natural history, for there is no past in the soul, but in nature. ... I might as well write the history of my aspirations. Early Spring, p. 85. The warble The blucbird on the apple-tree, of the blue- , -. . -, . bird. warbhng so mnocently, to mquire if any of its mates are within call, — the angel of the spring! Fair and innocent, yet the offspring of the earth. The color of the sky, above, and of the subsoil, be- neath, suggesting what sweet and innocent melody, terrestrial melody, may have its birthplace between the sky and the ground. Early Spring, p. no. Il6 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. Content- We caii oiily live healthily the the'ufra^ life the gods assign us. I must signed us. receive my life as passively as the willow leaf that flutters over the brook. I must not be for myself, but God's work, and that is always good. . . . My fate can- not but be grand so. We may live the life of a plant or an animal without living an animal life. This constant and universal content of the animal comes of resting quietly in God's palm. early spring, p. m. The delight My friend! my friend! ... To coirsfwith address thee delights me, there a friend. j^ such clcamess in the delivery. I am delivered of my tale, which, told to strangers, still would linger in my life as if untold, or doubtful how it ran. Early Spring, p. 112. Real wealth. I wish SO to Hvc cvcr as to dcrivc my satisfactions and inspirations from the commonest events, every-day phenomena, so that what my senses hourly perceive in my daily walk, the conversations of my neighbors, may inspire me, and I may dream of no heaven but that which lies about me. ... I do not wish my native soil SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, llj to become exhausted and run out through neglect. Only that traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home, and enables me to enjoy it better. That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest. Early Spring, p. 114. Solitude and Mrs. A. takcs on dolefully on society. account of the solitude in which she lives ; but she gets little consolation. Mrs. B. says she envies her that retirement. Mrs. A. is aware that she does, and says it is as if a thirsty man should envy another the river in which he is drowning. So goes the world. It is either this extreme or that. Of solitude, one gets too much ; another, not enough. early spring, p. ii6. Turn The scholar finds in his experi- towards the light. ence some studies to be most fer- tile and radiant with light, others, dry, barren, and dark. If he is wise he will not persevere in the last, as a plant in a cel- lar will strive towards the light. . . . Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows. A man may associate with such companions, he may pursue such em- Il8 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. ployments, as will darken the day for him. Men choose darkness rather than light. Early Spring, p. 121. The solitude How alonc must our life be of a human t i ttt -i 11 soul. lived. We dwell on the seashore, and none between us and the sea. Men are my merry companions, my fellow-pil- grims, who beguile the way, but leave me at the first turn in the road, for none are traveling one road so far as myself. . . . Parents and relatives but entertain the youth. They cannot stand between him and his destiny. early Spring, p. 128. *' The king- I am startled that God can make dom of God . , . - Cometh not mc SO Hch, cvcn with my own with obser- - _. . vation." cheap stores. It needs but a few wisps of straw in the sun, some small word dropped, or that has long lain silent in some book. When heaven begins, and the dead arise, no trumpet is blown. Perhaps the south wind will blow. early spring, p. 129. Let love rest As SOOU aS I SCC pCOple loviug on common aspirations, what thcy scc merely, and not their own high hopes that they form of oth- ers, I pity them and do not want their love. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. II9 Did I ask thee to love me who hate myself ? No ! Love that which I love, and I will love thee that loves it. Early spring, p. 133. The promise Life is graiid, and so are its en- in the face of . r t-i i t-^ nature. vironments of Fast and Future. Would the face of nature be so serene and beautiful if man's destiny were not equally so ? Early Spring, p. 133. Singleness What am I good for now, who of purpose. ^^ g^ju searching after high things, but to hear and tell the news, to bring wood and water, and count how many eggs the hens lay } In the mean- while I expect my life to begin. I will not aspire longer. I will see what it is I would be after. I will be unanimous. Early Spring, p. 134. Water in No sooucr has the iceofWal- eariy spring. ^^^ meltcd than thc wind begins to play in dark ripples over the face of the virgin water. It is affecting to see nature so tender, however old, and wearing none of the wrinkles of age. Ice dissolved is the next moment as perfect water as if it had been melted a million years. To see I20 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. that which was lately so hard and immov- able now so soft and impressible! What if our moods could dissolve thus completely ? It is like a flush of life on a cheek that was dead. It seems as if it must rejoice in its own newly-acquired fluidity, as it affects the beholder with joy. early spring, p. 135. The privacy O^^ rcligion is as unpublic and of religion, incommuuicable as our poetical vein, and to be approached with as much love and tenderness. early spring, p. 137. No book As I am going to the woods, I nature. think to take some small book in my pocket, whose author has been there already, whose pages will be as good as my thoughts, and will eke them out, or show me human life still gleaming in the horizon when the woods have shut out the town. But I can find none. None will sail as far forward into the bay of nature as my thought. They stay at home. I would go home. When I get to the wood, their thin leaves rustle in my fingers. They are bare and obvious, and there is no halo or haze about them. Nature lies fair and far be- hind them all. early spring, p. 137. SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, 121 The divinity When God made man he re- of the human , ^ , . , , eye. servcd some parts and some rights to himself. The eye has many qualities which belong to God more than man. It is his lightning which flashes therein. When I look into my companion's eye, I think it is God's private mine. It is a noble feature ; it cannot be degraded. For God can look on all things undefiled. Early Spring, p. 138. No truth The only way to speak the truth without love, ig ^Q gp^^]^ lovingly. Only the lover s words are heard. The intellect should never speak. It does not utter a natural sound. early spring, p. 139. Disinter- The great and solitary heart estediove. ^jjj j^^^ alouc, without the know- ledge of its object. It cannot have society in its love. ^ It will expend its love as the cloud drops rain upon the fields over which it lloatS. Early Spring, p. 139. Aspirations I P^ay that thc Hf c of this spring in the spring. ^^^ summcr may ever he fair in my memory. May I dare as I have never done. May I persevere as I have never 122 SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU, done. May I purify myself anew as with fire and water, soul and body. May my melody not be wanting to the season. May I gird myself to be a hunter of the beauti- ful, that naught escape me. May I attain to a youth never attained. Early Spring, p. 140. Human and Men make an arbitrary code, divine law. ^^^^ bccausc it is not right, they try to make it prevail by might. The moral law does not want any champion. Its assertors do not go to war. It was never infringed with impunity. It is in- consistent to deny war and maintain law, for if there were no need of war, there would be no need of law. early spring, p. 147. The blue- How much morc habitable a few aJ'theTndof birds make the fields! At the ^'''^^'■' end of the winter, when the fields are bare, and there is nothing to relieve the monotony of withered vegetation, our life seems reduced to its lowest terms. But let a bluebird come and warble over them, and what a change ! The note of the first bluebird in the air answers to the purling rill of melted snow beneath. It is evi- SELECTIONS FROM THOREAU. 1 23 dently soft and soothing, and, as surely as the thermometer, indicates a higher tem- perature. It is the accent of the south wind, its vernacular. early spring, p. 168. Nature on Each ncw year is a surprise to l\Vus\lt us. We find that we had virtu- '''"^' ally forgotten the note of each bird, and when we hear it again it is re- membered like a dream, reminding us of a previous state of existence. How happens it that the associations it awakens are al- ways pleasing, never saddening, reminis- cences of our sanest hours. The voice of nature is always encouraging. Early Spring, p. 170. A CONTRIBUTION TOWARD A BIBLIOGRAPHY OF THOREAU " A truth-speaker he, capable of the most deep and strict conver- sation ; a physician to the wounds of any soul." — Emerson. PREFACE. *' It is the bibliographer who of all men has most occasion to realize the imperfec- tion of human endeavor. Completeness in bibliography is an ignis fatuus that eludes even the closest pursuit and the most pains- taking endeavor." If such an adept as Mr. R. R. Bowker makes the above avowal (and it may be found in his preface to the "American Catalogue/' 1 885), that fact must plead for the 'imperfection*' of this bit of 'prentice work, which has been done in such moments as could be stolen from the imperative duties of an arduous profession. To be suddenly summoned from searching a catalogue to soothe a colic may be ^'busi- ness ; " it is hardly bibliographing. This '' Contribution " is not the result of an *' endeavor " at "completeness." It is 128 PREFACE. simply a thank-offering to Thoreau's memo- ry, from one who has been " Hfted up and strengthened*' by his example. It was compiled in the hope that it might facili- tate the study of, and enlarge an acquain- tance with, the author of *^the only book yet written in America, to my thinking, that bears an annual perusal." Standing at Thoreau's graveside some twenty-eight years ago, Emerson said, — *' The country knows not yet, or in least part, how great a son it has lost. . . . His soul was made for the noblest society ; he had in a short life exhausted the capabilities of this world ; wherever there is knowledge, wherever there is virtue, wherever there is beauty, he will find a home.*' There is too much of truth in the fear that the man so certified " great, intelligent, sensual, avaricious America" knows not yet, or in least part. There is peril for the soul in such ignorance. To those unacquainted with Thoreau, this " Contribution " will afford an aid for which the compiler would long since have PREFACE. 129 been very grateful. Whatever of worth it may have as a contribution is wholly due to courtesies received from H. S. Salt, Lon- don ; Geo. Willis Cooke ; Wm. C. Lane, Harvard College Library ; R. C. Davis, Librarian of the University of Michigan ; to whom be thanks. Ann Arbor, lA^th May^ 1890. A CONTRIBUTION TOWARD A BIBLIOGRAPHY OF HENRY DAVID THOREAU. PAPERS, POEMS, AND BOOKS BY THOREAU. 1840. Sympathy. 7">^^i?/^/, i. 71 (July). Reprinted in the collection of poems at the close of ^Letters to Various Persons, Aulus Persius Flaccus. The Dial^ i. 117 (July). Reprinted in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers^ p. 326. 1841. Stanzas: "Nature doth have her dawn each day." The Dial, i. 314 (January). Reprinted in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, p. 301. Sic Vita. The Dial, ii. 81 (July). Reprinted in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, p. 405. Friendship. The Dial, ii. 204 (October). Re- printed under the title, " Romans, Country- men, and Lovers," in the collection of poems at the close of Letters to Various Perso7isj also in A Week on the Concord and Merri- mack Rivers, p. 304. 132 BIBLIOGRAPHY, 1842. Natural History of Massachusetts. The Dial, iii. 19 (July). Reprinted in Excursions, Prayers. The Dial, iii. yy (July). Reprinted in A Yankee in Canada, with Anti-Slavery and Reform Papers, The Black Knight. The Dial, iii, 180 (Octo- ber). The Inward Morning. The Dial, iii. 198 (Oc- tober). Reprinted in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, p. 311. Free Love. The Dial, iii. 199 (October). Re- printed in A Week on the Concord and Mer- 7'i7nack Rivers, p. 296. The Poet's Delay. The Dial, iii. 200 (Octo- ber). Reprinted in A Week on the Concord and Merriinack Rivers, p. 364. Rumors from an ^olian Harp. The Dial, iii. 200 (October). Reprinted in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, p. 185. The Moon. The Dial, iii. 222 (October). To the Maiden in the East. The Dial, iii. 222 (October). Reprinted in A Week on the Con- cord and Merrimack Rivers, p. 54. The Summer Rain. The Dial, iii. 224 (Octo- ber). Reprinted in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, p. 320. 1843. The Laws of Menu. Selected by H. D. T. The Dial, iii. 331 (January). The Prometheus Bound. Translated by H. D. T. The Dial, iii. 363 (January). Anacreon. With translations. The Dial, iii. 484 (April). Reprinted in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, p. 238. BIBLIOGRAPHY, 1 33 To a Stray Fowl. The Dial, iii. 505 (April). Orphics: Smoke, Haze. The Dial, iii. 505 (April). Reprinted in the collection of poems at the close of Letters to Various Persons; also, the former in Walden, p. 271 ; the latter in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, p. 229. Dark Ages. The Dial, iii. 527 (April). Re- printed in A Week on the Concord and Mer- rimack Rivers, pp. 164-168. A Winter Walk. The Dial, iv. 211 (October). Reprinted in Excursions. A Walk to Wachusett. The Boston Miscel- lany, Reprinted in Excursions, The Landlord. The Democratic Review, xiii. 427 (October). Reprinted in Excursions, Paradise (to be) Regained. The Democratic Review, xiii. 451 (November). Reprinted in A Yankee in Canada, with Anti-Slavery and Reform Papers. 1844. Homer, Ossian, Chaucer; extracts from a lecture on poetry, read before the Concord Lyceum, November 29, 1843. '^^^ Dial, iv. 290 (January). Pindar. Translations. The Dial, iv, 2,79 Q^^" uary). Herald of Freedom. The Dial, iv. 507 (April). Reprinted in A Yankee in Canada, with Anti- Slavery and Reform Papers. Fragments of Pindar. The Dial, iv. 513 (April). 1845. Wendell Phillips before the Concord Lyceum. The Liberator, March 28, Reprinted in A 134 BIBLIOGRAPHY. Yankee in Canada^ with Anti- Slavery and Reform Papers, 1847. Thomas Carlyle and his works. Graham'' s Magazine^ March, April. Reprinted in A Yankee in Canada^ with Anti-Slavery and Reform Papers. 1848. Ktaadn and the Maine Woods. The Union Magazine, Reprinted in The Maine Woods, 1849. A Week on the Concord and Merri- mack Rivers. Boston and Cambridge: James Munroe & Co. Reissued in 1867 by Ticknor & Fields. Resistance to Civil Government. ^Esthetic Papers^ i. 189-21 1. Reprinted with the title " Civil Disobedience " in A Yankee in Canada^ with Anti- Slavery and Reform Papers. 1853. Excursion to Canada. Putnam'' s Magazine., i. 54, 179, 321 (January, February, March). Chapters i., ii., iii., of A Yankee in Canada. 1854. Walden; or, Life in the Woods. Bos- ton: Ticknor & Fields. Reissued in 1889 in two volumes, by Houghton, Mifflin & Co., in The Riverside Aldine Series. Slavery in Massachusetts ; an address delivered at the anti-slavery celebration at Framing- ham, Mass., July 4. The Liberator^ July 21. Reprinted in A Yankee in Canada^ with A nti-Slavery and Reform Papers. 1855. Cape Cod. Putnam'' s Magaziiie^ v. 632, vi. 59, 157 (June, July, August). Chapters i.- iv. of Cape Cod. 1858. Chesuncook. The Atlantic Monthly^ ii. i, BIBLIOGRAPHY. 1 35 224, 305 (June, July, August). Reprinted in The Maine Woods. 1859. ^ P^^^ f^^ Captain John Brown. Read to the citizens of Concord, Mass., Sunday even- ing, October 30. A Yankee in Canada^ with Anti-Slavery and Reform Papers. i860. Reminiscences of John Brown. Read at North Elba, N. Y., July 4. The Liberator, July 27. Reprinted with the title " The Last Days of John Brown " in A Yankee in Can- ada, with Anti- Slavery and Reform Papers, The Succession of Forest Trees ; an address read to the Middlesex Agricultural Society in Concord, September. The New York Weekly Tribune, October 6; also in Middle- sex A griculticral Transactions. Reprinted in Excursions. Remarks at Concord on the day of the execu- tion of John Brown. 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