ns its real growth after the death of an author; and such is the fame of Thoreau.
Before his death he had published but two books, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, and Walden.
Four more have since been printed, besides a volume of his letters and two biographies.
One of these last appeared within a year or two in Engthan his description, in his unpublished diary, of receiving from his publisher the unsold copies — nearly the whole edition — of his Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, and of his carrying the melancholy burden up-stairs on his shoulders to his study.
I have now a library, he says, of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seveyear or two past, my publisher, Munroe, has been writing from time to time to ask what disposition should be made of the copies of A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, still on hand, and at last suggesting that he had use for the room they occupied in his cellar.
So I had them all sent to me here; and they have arrived to