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 oer's door; and he goes to the village every day or two, by his own showing, to hear the news.
Walden, p. 181. In this quiet abode he spends two years, varied by an occasional excursion into the deedevotion, and yet Thoreau is to be held up to all coming time as selfish?
For my own part, with Walden in my hands, I wish that every other author in America might try the experiment of two years in nts . . . works as refined, as solidly done, and as beautiful almost, as the morning itself.
Walden, p. 113. I remember how that fine old classical scholar, the late John Glen King, of Salem, usedowers and sweet-scented herbs,--is more elastic, starry, and immortal,--that is your success.
Walden, pp. 85, 233.
Note.--The following passage is now first published, from Thoreau's manuscript