Old Concord, her highways and byways; . ns of social life,suggesting a brighter day of cleanness of living,through the souls recognizance of its own never sent one into the wilderness to findthis out; he went himself, as thus to go was theonly thing that fitted his necessities, but he allowedeach one to discover the royal road to to assume a teachers seat, he was essen-tially a Doctor of the Laws of life, and the chairin which he was placed by willing scholars, wasendowed by the Alma Mater of us all — MotherNature herself. A curious pile of stones now marks
Old Concord, her highways and byways; . ns of social life,suggesting a brighter day of cleanness of living,through the souls recognizance of its own never sent one into the wilderness to findthis out; he went himself, as thus to go was theonly thing that fitted his necessities, but he allowedeach one to discover the royal road to to assume a teachers seat, he was essen-tially a Doctor of the Laws of life, and the chairin which he was placed by willing scholars, wasendowed by the Alma Mater of us all — MotherNature herself. A curious pile of stones now marks the spotwhere Thoreaus hut was built by himself. It isinteresting to note that these stones have beenbrought here singly from the edge of the Lake bythe sympathetic hand of each visitor. Sometime,let us hope in the near future when those yet re-maining who knew and loved him can voice theirsympathy with the movement, there is to be a moreenduring expression than this pile, that shall tellthe passing stranger something like this: —. visitors memorial on tiik site of iTKiKEArs iirr. Her Highicays and Byzvays. loi Here was Thoreau; here he Hvecl apart frommen those days and nights, developing in the lightof Nature, and taught of God, when his soul grewapace. Why did Thoreau turn from the haunts of men,to a life in the w^oods ? His own words tell us: I went to the woods because I wished to livedeliberately, to front only the essential facts of life,and see if I could noi; learn what it had to teach,and not, when I came to die, discover that I hadnot lived, ... I wanted to live deep, and suckout all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily andvSpartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life,to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive lifeinto a corner and reduce it to its lowest terms,and, if it proved to be mean, why, then to get thewhole and genuine meanness of it, and publish itsmeanness to the world; or if it were sublime, toknow it by experience, and be able to give
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