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    When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I

    lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house

    which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in cord,

    Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only.

    I lived there two years and two months.  At present I am a sojourner

    in civilized life again.

    I should not obtrude my affairs so mu the notiy

    readers if very particular inquiries had not been made by my

    townsmen ing my mode of life, whie would call

    imperti, though they do not appear to me at all imperti,

    but, sidering the circumstances, very natural ai.

    Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I

    was not afraid; and the like.  Others have been curious to learn

    ortion of my ine I devoted to charitable purposes; and

    some, who have large families, hooor children I maintained.

    I will therefore ask those of my readers who feel no particular

    i io pardon me if I uake to answer some of these

    questions in this book.  In most books, the I, or first person, is

    omitted; in this it will be retaihat, in respect to egotism,

    is the main difference.  We only do not remember that it is,

    after all, always the first person that is speaking.  I should not

    talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as

    well.  Unfortunately, I am fio this theme by the narrowness

    of my experience.  Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer,

    first or last, a simple and sincere at of his own life, and not

    merely what he has heard of other mens lives; some such at as

    he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has

    lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me.  Perhaps

    these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students.  As

    for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply

    to them.  I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the

    coat, for it may do good servi whom it fits.

    I would fain say something, not so much ing the ese

    and Sandwich Islanders as you who read these pages, who are said to

    live in New England; something about your dition, especially your

    outward dition or circumstances in this world, in this town, what

    it is, whether it is necessary that it be as bad as it is, whether

    it ot be improved as well as not.  I have travelled a good deal

    in cord; and everywhere, in shops, and offices, and fields, the

    inhabitants have appeared to me to be doing penan a thousand

    remarkable ways.  What I have heard of Bramins sitting exposed to

    four fires and looking in the face of the sun; or hanging suspended,

    with their heads downward, over flames; or looking at the heavens

    over their shoulders "until it bees impossible for them to resume

    their natural position, while from the twist of the neothing but

    liquids  pass into the stomach"; or dwelling, ed for life,

    at the foot of a tree; or measuring with their bodies, like

    caterpillars, the breadth of vast empires; or standing on one leg on

    the tops of pillars -- even these forms of scious penance are

    hardly more incredible and astonishing than the ses which I daily

    witness.  The twelve labors of Hercules were trifling in parison

    with those which my neighbors have uaken; for they were only

    twelve, and had an end; but I could never see that these men slew or

    captured any monster or finished any labor.  They have no friend

    Iolaus to burn with a hot iron the root of the hydras head, but as

    soon as one head is crushed, tw up.

    I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortu is to have

    ied farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these

    are more easily acquired than got rid of.  Better if they had been

    born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have

    seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.  Who

    made them serfs of the soil?  Why should they eat their sixty acres,

    when man is o eat only his peck of dirt?  Why should they

    begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?  They have got

    to live a mans life, pushing all these things before them, a

    on as well as they .  How many a poor immortal soul have I met

    well-nigh crushed and smothered us load, creeping down the

    road of life, pushing before it a bary-five feet by forty,

    its Augean stables never sed, and one hundred acres of land,

    tillage, mowing, pasture, and woodlot!  The portionless, who

    struggle with no sunecessary ied encumbrances, find it

    labor enough to subdue and cultivate a few cubic feet of flesh.

    But men labor under a mistake.  The better part of the man is

    soon plowed into the soil for post.  By a seeming fate, only

    called y, they are employed, as it says in an old book,

    laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves

    break through and steal.  It is a fools life, as they will find

    when they get to the end of it, if not before.  It is said that

    Deucalion and Pyrrha created men by throwing stones over their heads

    behind them:--

    Inde genus durum sumus, experiensque laborum,

    Et dota damus qua simus ii.

    Or, as Raleigh rhymes it in his sonorous way,--

    "From thence our kind hard-hearted is, enduring pain and care,

    Approving that our bodies of a stony nature are."

    So much for a blind obedieo a blundering oracle, throwing the

    stones over their heads behind them, and not seeing where they fell.

    Most men, even in this paratively free try, through mere

    ignorand mistake, are so occupied with the factitious cares and

    superfluously coarse labors of life that its finer fruits ot be

    plucked by them.  Their fingers, from excessive toil, are too clumsy

    and tremble too much for that.  Actually, the lab man has not

    leisure for a true iy day by day; he ot afford to sustain

    the ma relations to men; his labor would be depreciated in the

    market.  He has no time to be anything but a mae.  How  he

    remember well his ignorance -- which his growth requires -- who has

    so often to use his knowledge?  We should feed and clothe him

    gratuitously sometimes, and recruit him with our cordials, before we

    judge of him.  The fi qualities of our nature, like the bloom on

    fruits,  be preserved only by the most delicate handling.  Yet we

    do not treat ourselves nor one ahus tenderly.

    Some of you, we all knooor, find it hard to live, are

    sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath.  I have no doubt that

    some of you who read this book are uo pay for all the dinners

    which you have actually eaten, or for the coats and shoes which are

    fast wearing or are already worn out, and have e to this page to

    spend borrowed or stolen time, robbing your creditors of an hour.

    It is very evident what mean and sneaking lives many of you live,

    for my sight has beeed by experience; always on the limits,

    trying to get into business and trying to get out of debt, a very

    a slough, called by the Latins aes alienum, anothers brass,

    for some of their s were made of brass; still living, and dying,

    and buried by this others brass; alromising to pay, promising

    to pay, tomorrow, and dying today, insolvent; seeking to curry

    favor, to get , by how many modes, only not state-prison

    offenses; lying, flattering, voting, trag yourselves into a

    nutshell of civility or dilating into an atmosphere of thin and

    vaporous generosity, that you may persuade your neighbor to let you

    make his shoes, or his hat, or his coat, or his carriage, or import

    his groceries for him; making yourselves sick, that you may lay up

    something against a sick day, something to be tucked away in an old

    chest, or in a stog behind the plastering, or, more safely, in

    the brick bank; no matter where, no matter how much or how little.

    I sometimes wohat we  be so frivolous, I may almost

    say, as to attend to the gross but somewhat fn form of

    servitude called Negro Slavery, there are so many keen and subtle

    masters that enslave both North and South.  It is hard to have a

    Southern overseer; it is worse to have a Northern one; but worst of

    all when you are the slave-driver of yourself.  Talk of a divinity

    in man!  Look at the teamster on the highway, wending to market by

    day ht; does any divinity stir within him?  His highest duty

    to fodder and water his horses!  What is his destiny to him pared

    with the shipping is?  Does not he drive for Squire

    Make-a-stir?  How godlike, how immortal, is he?  See how he cowers

    and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor

    divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a

    fame won by his own deeds.  Public opinion is a weak tyrant pared

    with our own private opinion.  What a man thinks of himself, that it

    is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate.

    Self-emancipation even in the West Indian provinces of the fand

    imagination -- what Wilberforce is there t that about?

    Think, also, of the ladies of the land weaving toilet cushions

    against the last day, not to betray too green an i in their

    fates!  As if you could kill time without injuriernity.

    The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.  What is called

    resignation is firmed desperation.  From the desperate city you

    go into the desperate try, and have to sole yourself with the

    bravery of minks and muskrats.  A stereotyped but unscious

    despair is cealed even under what are called the games and

    amusements of mankind.  There is no play in them, for this es

    after work.  But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do

    desperate things.

    When we sider what, to use the words of the catechism, is the

    chief end of man, and what are the true necessaries and means of

    life, it appears as if men had deliberately chosen the ode

    of living because they preferred it to any other.  Yet they holy

    think there is no choice left.  But alert ahy natures

    remember that the sun rose clear.  It is oo late to give up

    our prejudices.  No way of thinking or doing, however a,

    be trusted without proof.  What everybody echoes or in silence

    passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow,

    mere smoke of opinion, whie had trusted for a cloud that would

    sprinkle fertilizing rain on their fields.  What old people say you

    ot do, you try and find that you .  Old deeds for old people,

    and new deeds for new.  Old people did not know enough once,

    perce, to fetch fresh fuel to keep the fire a-going; new people

    put a little dry wood under a pot, and are whirled round the globe

    with the speed of birds, in a way to kill old people, as the phrase

    is.  Age is er, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor

    as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost.  One may

    almost doubt if the wisest man has learned anything of absolute

    value by living.  Practically, the old have no very important advice

    to give the young, their own experience has been so partial, and

    their lives have been such miserable failures, for private reasons,

    as they must believe; and it may be that they have some faith left

    which belies that experience, and they are only less young than they

    were.  I have lived some thirty years on this pla, and I have yet

    to hear the first syllable of valuable or even ear advice from

    my seniors.  They have told me nothing, and probably ot tell me

    anything to the purpose.  Here is life, an experiment to a great

    extent untried by me; but it does not avail me that they have tried

    it.  If I have any experience which I think valuable, I am sure to

    reflect that this my Mentors said nothing about.

    One farmer says to me, "You ot live oable food

    solely, for it furnishes nothing to make bones with"; and so he

    religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying his system with

    the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his

    oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering

    plow along in spite of every obstacle.  Some things are really

    necessaries of life in some circles, the most helpless and diseased,

    whi others are luxuries merely, and in others still are

    entirely unknown.

    The whole ground of human life seems to some to have been gone

    over by their predecessors, both the heights and the valleys, and

    all things to have been cared for.  Acc to Evelyn, "the wise

    Solomon prescribed ordinances for the very distances of trees; and

    the Roman praetors have decided how often you may go into your

    neighbors land to gather the as which fall on it without

    trespass, and what share belongs to that neighbor."  Hippocrates has

    eve dires how we should cut our nails; that is, even with

    the ends of the fingers, her shorter nor longer.  Undoubtedly

    the very tedium and ennui which presume to have exhausted the

    variety and the joys of life are as old as Adam.  But mans

    capacities have never been measured; nor are we to judge of what he

    do by any prets, so little has been tried.  Whatever have

    been thy failures hitherto, "be not afflicted, my child, for who

    shall assign to thee what thou hast left undone?"

    We might try our lives by a thousand simple tests; as, for

    instahat the same sun which ripens my beans illumi once

    a system of earths like ours.  If I had remembered this it would

    have prevented some mistakes.  This was not the light in which I

    hoed them.  The stars are the apexes of what wonderful triangles!

    What distant and different beings in the various mansions of the

    universe are plating the same o the same moment!  Nature

    and human life are as various as our several stitutions.  Who

    shall say rospect life offers to another?  Could a greater

    miracle take place than for us to look through each others eyes for

    an instant?  We should live in all the ages of the world in an hour;

    ay, in all the worlds of the ages.  History, Poetry, Mythology! -- I

    know of no reading of anothers experience so startling and

    inf as this would be.

    The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my

    soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be

    my good behavior.  What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?

    You may say the wisest thing you , old man -- you who have lived

    seventy years, not without honor of a kind -- I hear an irresistible

    voice whivites me away from all that.  One geion abandons

    the enterprises of another like stranded vessels.

    I think that we may safely trust a good deal more than we do.

    We may waive just so much care of ourselves as we holy bestow

    elsewhere.  Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our

    strength.  The incessant ay and strain of some is a well-nigh

    incurable form of disease.  We are made to exaggerate the importance

    of what work we do; a how much is not done by us! or, what if

    we had been taken sick?  How vigilant we are! determined not to live

    by faith if we  avoid it; all the day long on the alert, at night

    we unwillingly say our prayers and it ourselves to

    uainties.  So thhly and sincerely are we pelled to

    live, revereng our life, and denying the possibility of ge.

    This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there

    be drawn radii from ore.  All ge is a miracle to

    plate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every

    instant.  fucius said, "To know that we know what we know, and

    that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge."

    When one man has reduced a fact of the imagination to be a fact to

    his uanding, I foresee that all men at length establish their

    lives on that basis.

    Let us sider for a moment what most of the trouble and

    ay which I have referred to is about, and how much it is

    necessary that we be troubled, or at least careful.  It would be

    some advao live a primitive and frontier life, though in the

    midst of an outward civilization, if only to learn what are the

    gross necessaries of life and what methods have been taken to obtain

    them; or even to look over the old day-books of the merts, to

    see what it was that men most only bought at the stores, what

    they stored, that is, what are the grossest groceries.  For the

    improvements of ages have had but little influen the essential

    laws of maence; as our skeletons, probably, are not to be

    distinguished from those of our aors.

    By the words, necessary of life, I mean whatever, of all that

    man obtains by his owions, has been from the first, or from

    long use has bee, so important to human life that few, if any,

    whether from savageness, or poverty, or philosophy, ever attempt to

    do without it.  To many creatures there is in this se one

    necessary of life, Food.  To the bison of the prairie it is a few

    inches of palatable grass, with water to drink; unless he seeks the

    Shelter of the forest or the mountains shadow.  None of the brute

    creation requires more than Food and Shelter.  The necessaries of

    life for man in this climate may, accurately enough, be distributed

    uhe several heads of Food, Shelter, Clothing, and Fuel; for

    not till we have secured these are we prepared to eairue

    problems of life with freedom and a prospect of success.  Man has

    ied, not only houses, but clothes and cooked food; and possibly

    from the actal discovery of the warmth of fire, and the

    sequent use of it, at first a luxury, arose the present y

    to sit by it.  We observe cats and dogs acquiring the same sed

    nature.  By proper Shelter and Clothing we legitimately retain our

    own internal heat; but with an excess of these, or of Fuel, that is,

    with aernal heat greater than our own internal, may not cookery

    properly be said to begin?  Darwin, the naturalist, says of the

    inhabitants of Tierra del Fuego, that while his own party, who were

    well clothed and sitting close to a fire, were far from too warm,

    these naked savages, who were farther off, were observed, to his

    great surprise, "to be streaming with perspiration at undergoing

    such a roasting."  So, we are told, the New Hollander goes naked

    with impunity, while the European shivers in his clothes.  Is it

    impossible to bihe hardiness of these savages with the

    intellectualness of the civilized man?  Acc to Liebig, mans

    body is a stove, and food the fuel which keeps up the internal

    bustion in the lungs.  In cold weather we eat more, in warm less.

    The animal heat is the result of a slow bustion, and disease and

    death take place when this is too rapid; or for want of fuel, or

    from some defe the draught, the fire goes out.  Of course the

    vital heat is not to be founded with fire; but so much for

    analogy.  It appears, therefore, from the above list, that the

    expression, animal life, is nearly synonymous with the expression,

    animal heat; for while Food may be regarded as the Fuel which keeps

    up the fire within us -- and Fuel serves only to prepare that Food

    or to increase the warmth of our bodies by addition from without --

    Shelter and Clothing also serve only to retain the heat thus

    geed and absorbed.

    The grand y, then, for our bodies, is to keep warm, to

    keep the vital heat in us.  ains we accly take, not only

    with our Food, and Clothing, and Shelter, but with our beds, which

    are ht-clothes, robbing the s and breasts of birds to

    prepare this shelter within a shelter, as the mole has its bed of

    grass and leaves at the end of its burrow!  The poor man is wont to

    plain that this is a cold world; and to cold, no less physical

    than social, we refer directly a great part of our ails.  The

    summer, in some climates, makes possible to man a sort of Elysian

    life.  Fuel, except to cook his Food, is then unnecessary; the sun

    is his fire, and many of the fruits are suffitly cooked by its

    rays; while Food generally is more various, and more easily

    obtained, and Clothing and Shelter are wholly or half unnecessary.

    At the present day, and in this try, as I find by my own

    experience, a few implements, a knife, an axe, a spade, a

    wheelbarrow, etc., and for the studious, lamplight, stationery, and

    access to a few books, rao necessaries, and  all be

    obtai a trifling cost.  Yet some, not wise, go to the other

    side of the globe, to barbarous and uhy regions, ae

    themselves to trade for ten or twenty years, in order that they may

    live -- that is, keep fortably warm -- and die in New England at

    last.  The l<tt></tt>uxuriously rich are not simply kept fortably warm,

    but unnaturally hot; as I implied before, they are cooked, of course

    a la mode.

    Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called forts of

    life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrao the

    elevation of mankind.  With respect to luxuries and forts, the

    wisest have ever lived a more simple and meagre life than the poor.

    The a philosophers, ese, Hindoo, Persian, and Greek, were

    a class than whione has been poorer in outward riches, none so

    ri inward.  We know not much about them.  It is remarkable that

    we know so much of them as we do.  The same is true of the more

    modern reformers and beors of their race.  None  be an

    impartial or wise observer of human life but from the vantage ground

    of what we should call voluntary poverty.  Of a life of luxury the

    fruit is luxury, whether in agriculture, or erce, or literature,

    or art.  There are norofessors of philosophy, but not

    philosophers.  Yet it is admirable to profess because it was once

    admirable to live.  To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle

    thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to

    live acc to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence,

    magnanimity, and trust.  It is to solve some of the problems of

    life, not only theoretically, but practically.  The success of great

    scholars and thinkers is only a courtier-like success, not

    kingly, not manly.  They make shift to live merely by ity,

    practically as their fathers did, and are in no sehe

    progenitors of a noble raen.  But why do men degee ever?

    What makes families run out?  What is the nature of the luxury which

    ees aroys nations?  Are we sure that there is none of

    it in our own lives?  The philosopher is in advance of his age even

    iward form of his life.  He is not fed, sheltered, clothed,

    warmed, like his poraries.  How  a man be a philosopher and

    not maintain his vital heat by better methods than other men?

    When a man is warmed by the several modes which I have

    described, what does he wa?  Surely not more warmth of the

    same kind, as more and richer food, larger and more splendid houses,

    finer and more abundant clothing, more numerous, incessant, and

    hotter fires, and the like.  When he has obtaihose things which

    are necessary to life, there is another alternative than to obtain

    the superfluities; and that is, to adventure on life now, his

    vacation from humbler toil having enced.  The soil, it appears,

    is suited to the seed, for it has sent its radicle downward, and it

    may now send its shoot upward also with fidence.  Why has man

    rooted himself thus firmly in the earth, but that he may rise in the

    same proportion into the heavens above? -- for the nobler plants are

    valued for the fruit they bear at last in the air and light, far

    from the ground, and are not treated like the humbler ests,

    which, though they may be biennials, are cultivated only till they

    have perfected their root, and often cut down at top for this

    purpose, so that most would not know them in their fl season.

    I do not mean to prescribe rules t and valiant natures,

    who will mind their own affairs whether in heaven or hell, and

    perce build more magnifitly and spend more lavishly than the

    richest, without ever impoverishing themselves, not knowing how they

    live -- if, ihere are any such, as has been dreamed; nor to

    those who find their encement and inspiration in precisely the

    present dition of things, and cherish it with the fondness and

    enthusiasm of lovers -- and, to some extent, I reyself in this

    number; I do not speak to those who are well employed, in whatever

    circumstances, and they know whether they are well employed or not;

    -- but mainly to the mass of men who are distented, and idly

    plaining of the hardness of their lot or of the times, when they

    might improve them.  There are some who plain most eically

    and insolably of any, because they are, as they say, doing their

    duty.  I also have in my mind that seemingly wealthy, but most

    terribly impoverished class of all, who have accumulated dross, but

    know not how to use it, et rid of it, and thus have fed their

    own golden or silver fetters.

    If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life

    in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who

    are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly

    astonish those who know nothing about it.  I will only hint at some

    of the enterprises which I have cherished.

    In aher, at any hour of the day ht, I have been

    anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too;

    to stand on the meeting of two eterhe past and future,

    which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line.  You will

    pardon some obscurities, for there are more secrets in my trade than

    in most mens, a not voluntarily kept, but inseparable from

    its very nature.  I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and

    never paint &quot;No Admittance&quot; on my gate.

    I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle dove, and am

    still orail.  Many are the travellers I have spoken

    ing them, describing their tracks and what calls they

    answered to.  I have met one or two who had heard the hound, and the

    tramp of the horse, and evehe dove disappear behind a cloud,

    and they seemed as anxious to recover them as if they had lost them

    themselves.

    To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if

    possible, Nature herself!  How many ms, summer and winter,

    before yet any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been

    about mine!  No doubt, many of my townsmen have met me returning

    from this enterprise, farmers starting for Boston iwilight,

    or woodchoing to their work.  It is true, I never assisted

    the sun materially in his rising, but, doubt not, it was of the last

    importanly to be present at it.

    So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town,

    trying to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express!

    I well-nigh sunk all my capital in it, and lost my owh into

    the bargain, running in the face of it.  If it had ed either

    of the political parties, depend upon it, it would have appeared in

    the Gazette with the earliest intelligence.  At other times watg

    from the observatory of some cliff or tree, to telegraph any new

    arrival; or waiting at evening on the hill-tops for the sky to fall,

    that I might catething, though I never caught much, and that,

    manna-wise, would dissolve again in the sun.

    For a long time I was reporter to a journal, of no very wide

    circulation, whose editor has never yet seen fit to print the bulk

    of my tributions, and, as is too on with writers, I got only

    my labor for my pains.  However, in this case my paiheir

    own reward.

    For many years I was self-appointed ior of snow-storms and

    rain-storms, and did my duty faithfully; surveyor, if not of

    highways, then of forest paths and all across-lot routes, keeping

    them open, and ravines bridged and passable at all seasons, where

    the public heel had testified to their utility.

    I have looked after the wild stock of the town, which give a

    faithful herdsman a good deal of trouble by leaping fences; and I

    have had ao the unfrequented nooks and ers of the farm;

    though I did not always know whether Jonas or Solomon worked in a

    particular field to-day; that was none of my business.  I have

    watered the red huckleberry, the sand cherry and the le-tree,

    the red pine and the black ash, the white grape and the yellow

    violet, which might have withered else in dry seasons.

    In short, I went on thus for a long time (I may say it without

    boasting), faithfully minding my business, till it became more and

    more evident that my townsmen would not after all admit me into the

    list of town officers, nor make my place a sinecure with a moderate

    allowance.  My ats, which I  swear to have kept faithfully,

    I have, indeed, never got audited, still less accepted, still less

    paid aled.  However, I have not set my heart on that.

    Not long since, a strolling Indiao sell baskets at the

    house of a well-known lawyer in my neighborhood.  &quot;Do you wish to

    buy any baskets?&quot; he asked.  &quot;No, we do not want any,&quot; was the

    reply.  &quot;What!&quot; exclaimed the Indian as he went out the gate, &quot;do

    you mean to starve us?&quot;  Having seen his industrious white neighbors

    so well off -- that the lawyer had only to weave arguments, and, by

    some magic, wealth and standing followed -- he had said to himself:

    I will go into business; I will weave baskets; it is a thing which I

    do.  Thinking that when he had made the baskets he would have

    done his part, and then it would be the white mans to buy them.  He

    had not discovered that it was necessary for him to make it worth

    the others while to buy them, or at least make him think that it

    was so, or to make something else which it would be worth his while

    to buy.  I too had woven a kind of basket of a delicate texture, but

    I had not made it worth any ones while to buy them.  Yet not the

    less, in my case, did I think it worth my while to weave them, and

    instead of studying how to make it worth mens while to buy my

    baskets, I studied rather how to avoid the y of selling

    them.  The life which men praise and regard as successful is but one

    kind.  Why should we exaggerate any one kind at the expense of the

    others?

    Finding that my fellow-citizens were not likely to offer me any

    room in the court house, or any curacy or living anywhere else, but

    I must shift for myself, I turned my face more exclusively than ever

    to the woods, where I was better known.  I determio go into

    business at once, and not wait to acquire the usual capital, using

    such slender means as I had already got.  My purpose in going to

    Walden Pond was not to live cheaply nor to live dearly there, but to

    transae private business with the fewest obstacles; to be

    hindered from aplishing which for want of a little on sense,

    a little enterprise and busialent, appeared not so sad as

    foolish.

    I have always endeavored to acquire strict business habits; they

    are indispensable to every man.  If your trade is with the Celestial

    Empire, then some small ting house on the coast, in some Salem

    harbor, will be fixture enough.  You will export such articles as

    the try affords, purely native products, much id pine

    timber and a little granite, always in native bottoms.  These will

    be good ventures.  To oversee all the details yourself in person; to

    be at once pilot and captain, and owner and underwriter; to buy and

    sell ahe ats; to read every letter received, and write

    or read every letter sent; to superihe discharge of imports

    night and day; to be upon many parts of the coast almost at the same

    time -- often the richest freight will be discharged upon a Jersey

    shore; -- to be your own telegraph, unweariedly sweeping the

    horizon, speaking all passing vessels bound coastwise; to keep up a

    steady despatch of odities, for the supply of such a distant and

    exorbitant market; to keep yourself informed of the state of the

    markets, prospects of eace everywhere, and anticipate the

    tendencies of trade and civilization -- taking advantage of the

    results of all expl expeditions, using new passages and all

    improvements in navigation; -- charts to be studied, the position of

    reefs and new lights and buoys to be ascertained, and ever, and

    ever, the logarithmic tables to be corrected, for by the error of

    some calculator the vessel often splits upon a rock that should have

    reached a friendly pier -- there is the untold fate of La Prouse;

    -- universal sce to be kept pace with, studying the lives of all

    great discoverers and navigatreat adventurers and merts,

    from Hanno and the Phoenis down to our day; in fine, at of

    stock to be taken from time to time, to know how you stand.  It is a

    labor to task the faculties of a man -- such problems of profit and

    loss, of i, of tare and tret, and gauging of all kinds in it,

    as demand a universal knowledge.

    I have thought that Walden Pond would be a good place for

    business, not solely on at of the railroad and the ice trade;

    it offers advantages which it may not be good policy to divulge; it

    is a good port and a good foundation.  No Neva marshes to be filled;

    though you must everywhere build on piles of your own driving.  It

    is said that a flood-tide, with a westerly wind, and i the

    Neva, would sweep St. Petersburg from the face of the earth.

    As this business was to be entered into without the usual

    capital, it may not be easy to jecture where those means, that

    will still be indispensable to every sudertaking, were to be

    obtained.  As for Clothing, to e at oo the practical part of

    the question, perhaps we are led oftener by the love of y and

    a regard for the opinions of men, in pr it, than by a true

    utility.  Let him who has work to do recollect that the object of

    clothing is, first, to retaial heat, and sedly, in this

    state of society, to cover nakedness, and he may judge how much of

    any necessary or important work may be aplished without adding

    to his wardrobe.  Kings and queens who wear a suit but ohough

    made by some tailor or dressmaker to their majesties, ot know

    the fort of wearing a suit that fits.  They are er than

    wooden horses to hang the  clothes on.  Every day arments

    beore assimilated to ourselves, receiving the impress of the

    wearers character, until we hesitate to lay them aside without such

    delay and medical appliances and some sunity even as our

    bodies.  No maood the lower in my estimation for having a

    pat his clothes; yet I am sure that there is greater ay,

    only, to have fashionable, or at least  and unpatched

    clothes, than to have a sound sce.  But even if the rent is

    not mended, perhaps the worst vice betrayed is improvidence.  I

    sometimes try my acquaintances by such tests as this -- Who could

    wear a patch, or two extra seams only, over the knee?  Most behave

    as if they believed that their prospects for life would be ruined if

    they should do it.  It would be easier for them to hobble to town

    with a brokehan with a broken pantaloon.  Often if an

    act happens to a gentlemans legs, they  be mended; but if a

    similar act happens to the legs of his pantaloons, there is no

    help for it; for he siders, not what is truly respectable, but

    what is respected.  We know but few men, a great many coats and

    breeches.  Dress a scarecrow in your last shift, you standing

    shiftless by, who would not soo salute the scarecrow?  Passing a

    field the other day, close by a hat and coat on a stake, I

    reized the owner of the farm.  He was only a little more

    weather-beaten than when I saw him last.  I have heard of a dog that

    barked at every stranger roached his masters premises with

    clothes on, but was easily quieted by a hief.  It is an

    iing question how far men would retain their relative rank if

    they were divested of their clothes.  Could you, in such a case,

    tell surely of any pany of civilized men which beloo the

    most respected class?  When Madam Pfeiffer, in her adventurous

    travels round the world, from east to west, had got so near home as

    Asiatic Russia, she says that she felt the y of wearing

    other than a travelling dress, when she went to meet the

    authorities, for she &quot;was now in a civilized try, where ...

    people are judged of by their clothes.&quot;  Even in our democratiew

    England towns the actal possession of wealth, and its

    maion in dress and equipage alone, obtain for the possessor

    almost universal respect.  But they yield such respeumerous as

    they are, are so far heathen, ao have a missionary sent to

    them.  Beside, clothes introduced sewing, a kind of work which you

    may call endless; a womans dress, at least, is never done.

    A man who has at length found something to do will not o

    get a new suit to do it in; for him the old will do, that has lain

    dusty in the garret for a..n ierminate period.  Old shoes will

    serve a hero lohan they have served his valet -- if a hero

    ever has a valet -- bare feet are older than shoes, and he  make

    them do.  Only they who go to soires and legislative balls must

    have new coats, coats to ge as often as the man ges in them.

    But if my jacket and trousers, my hat and shoes, are fit to worship

    God in, they will do; will they not?  Who ever saw his old clothes

    -- his old coat, actually worn out, resolved into its primitive

    elements, so that it was not a deed of charity to bestow it on some

    poor boy, by him perce to be bestowed on some poorer still, or

    shall we say richer, who could do with less?  I say, beware of all

    enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of

    clothes.  If there is not a new man, how  the new clothes be made

    to fit?  If you have aerprise before you, try it in your old

    clothes.  All men want, not something to do with, but something to

    do, or rather something to be.  Perhaps we should never procure a

    new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so

    ducted, so enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like

    new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new

    wine in old bottles.  Our moulting season, like that of the fowls,

    must be a crisis in our lives.  The looires to solitary ponds

    to spend it.  Thus also the snake casts its slough, and the

    caterpillar its wormy coat, by an internal industry and expansion;

    for clothes are but our outmost cuticle and mortal coil.  Otherwise

    we shall be found sailing under false colors, and be iably

    cashiered at last by our own opinion, as well as that of mankind.

    We don garment after garment, as if we grew like exogenous

    plants by addition without.  Our outside and often thin and fanciful

    clothes are our epidermis, or false skin, which partakes not of our

    life, and may be stripped off here and there without fatal injury;

    our thicker garments, stantly worn, are our cellular integument,

    or cortex; but our <var></var>shirts are our liber, or true bark, which ot

    be removed without girdling and so destroying the man.  I believe

    that all races at some seasons wear something equivalent to the

    shirt.  It is desirable that a man be clad so simply that he  lay

    his hands on himself in the dark, and that he live in all respects

    so pactly and preparedly that, if aake the town, he ,

    like the old philosopher, walk out the gate empty-handed without

    ay.  While ohick garment is, for most purposes, as good as

    three thin ones, and cheap clothing  be obtai prices really

    to suit ers; while a thick coat  be bought for five

    dollars, which will last as many years, thick pantaloons for two

    dollars, cowhide boots for a dollar and a half a pair, a summer hat

    for a quarter of a dollar, and a winter cap for sixty-two and a half

    ts, or a better be made at home at a nominal cost, where is he so

    poor that, clad in such a suit, of his own earning, there will not

    be found wise men to do him reverence?

    When I ask farment of a particular form, my tailoress

    tells me gravely, &quot;They do not make them so now,&quot; not emphasizing

    the &quot;They&quot; at all, as if she quoted an authority as impersonal as

    the Fates, and I find it difficult to get made what I want, simply

    because she ot believe that I mean what I say, that I am so

    rash.  When I hear this oracular sentence, I am for a moment

    absorbed in thought, emphasizing to myself each word separately that

    I may e at the meaning of it, that I may find out by what degree

    of sanguinity They are related to me, and what authority they

    may have in an affair which affects me so nearly; and, finally, I am

    ined to answer her with equal mystery, and without any more

    emphasis of the &quot;they&quot; -- &quot;It is true, they did not make them so

    retly, but they do now.&quot;  Of what use this measuring of me if she

    does not measure my character, but only the breadth of my shoulders,

    as it were a peg to bang the coat on?  We worship not the Graces,

    nor the Parcae, but Fashion.  She spins and weaves and cuts with

    full authority.  The head mo Paris puts on a travellers cap,

    and all the monkeys in America do the same.  I sometimes despair of

    getting anything quite simple and ho done in this world by the

    help of men.  They would have to be passed through a powerful press

    first, to squeeze their old notions out of them, so that they would

    not soo upon their legs again; and then there would be some one

    in the pany with a maggot in his head, hatched from an egg

    deposited there nobody knows when, for not even fire kills these

    things, and you would have lost your labor.  heless, we will

    not fet that some Egyptia was handed down to us by a

    mummy.

    On the whole, I think that it ot be maintaihat dressing

    has in this or any try risen to the dignity of an art.  At

    present men make shift to wear what they  get.  Like shipwrecked

    sailors, they put on what they  find on the beach, and at a

    little distance, whether of space or time, laugh at each others

    masquerade.  Every geion laughs at the old fashions, but

    folliously the new.  We are amused at beholding the e

    of Henry VIII, or Queen Elizabeth, as much as if it was that of the

    King and Queen of the ibal Islands.  All e off a man is

    pitiful rotesque.  It is only the serious eye peering from and

    the sincere life passed within it which restrain laughter and

    secrate the e of any people.  Let Harlequiaken with a

    fit of the colid his trappings will have to serve that mood too.

    When the soldier is hit by a onball, rags are as being as

    purple.

    The childish and savage taste of men and women for new patterns

    keeps how many shaking and squinting through kaleidoscopes that they

    may discover the particular figure which this geion requires

    today.  The manufacturers have learhat this taste is merely

    whimsical.  Of two patterns which differ only by a few threads more

    or less of a particular color, the one will be sold readily, the

    other lie on the shelf, though it frequently happens that after the

    lapse of a seasoter bees the most fashionable.

    paratively, tattooing is not the hideous  which it is

    called.  It is not barbarous merely because the printing is

    skin-deep and unalterable.

    I ot believe that our factory system is the best mode by

    which men may get clothing.  The dition of the operatives is

    being every day more like that of the English; and it ot be

    wo, since, as far as I have heard or observed, the

    principal object is, not that mankind may be well and holy clad,

    but, uionably, that corporations may be enriched.  In the long

    run men hit only what they aim at.  Therefore, though they should

    fail immediately, they had better aim at something high.

    As for a Shelter, I will not deny that this is now a necessary

    of life, though there are instanen having dohout it

    for long periods in colder tries than this.  Samuel Laing says

    that &quot;the Laplander in his skin dress, and in a skin bag which he

    puts over his head and shoulders, will sleep night after night on

    the snow ... in a degree of cold which would extinguish the life of

    one exposed to it in any woollen clothing.&quot;  He had seen them asleep

    thus.  Yet he adds, &quot;They are not hardier than other people.&quot;  But,

    probably, man did not live long on the earth without disc the

    venience which there is in a house, the domestiforts, which

    phrase may have inally sighe satisfas of the house

    more than of the family; though these must be extremely partial and

    occasional in those climates where the house is associated in our

    thoughts with winter or the rainy season chiefly, and two thirds of

    the year, except for a parasol, is unnecessary.  In our climate, in

    the summer, it was formerly almost solely a c at night.  In

    the Indian gazettes a as the symbol of a days march, and a

    row of them cut or painted on the bark of a tree sighat so

    many times they had camped.  Man was not made se limbed and

    robust but that he must seek to narrow his world and wall in a space

    such as fitted him.  He was at first bare and out of doors; but

    though this leasant enough in serene and warm weather, by

    daylight, the rainy season and the wio say nothing of the

    torrid sun, would perhaps have nipped his ra the bud if he had

    not made haste to clothe himself with the shelter of a house.  Adam

    and Eve, acc to the fable, wore the bower before other

    clothes.  Man wanted a home, a place of warmth, or fort, first of

    warmth, then the warmth of the affes.

    We may imagiime when, in the infancy of the human race,

    some enterprising mortal crept into a hollow in a rock for shelter.

    Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to

    stay outdoors, even i and cold.  It plays house, as well as

    horse, having an instinct for it.  Who does not remember the

    i with which, when young, he looked at shelving rocks, or any

    approach to a cave?  It was the natural yearning of that portion,

    any portion of our most primitive aor which still survived in

    us.  From the cave we have advao roofs of palm leaves, of bark

    and boughs, of linen woven and stretched, of grass and straw, of

    boards and shingles, of stones and tiles.  At last, we know not what

    it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domesti more

    sehahink.  From the hearth the field is a great

    distance.  It would be well, perhaps, if we were to spend more of

    our days and nights without any obstru between us and the

    celestial bodies, if the poet did not speak so much from under a

    roof, or the saint dwell there so long.  Birds do not sing in caves,

    nor do doves cherish their inno dovecots.

    However, if one designs to struct a dwelling-house, it

    behooves him to exercise a little Yankee shrewdness, lest after all

    he find himself in a workhouse, a labyrinth without a clue, a

    museum, an almshouse, a prison, or a splendid mausoleum instead.

    sider first how slight a shelter is absolutely necessary.  I have

    seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living is of thin cotton

    cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I

    thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the

    wind.  Formerly, when how to get my living holy, with freedom

    left for my proper pursuits, was a question which vexed me even more

    than it does now, for unfortunately I am bee somewhat callous, I

    used to see a large box by the railroad, six feet long by three

    wide, in which the laborers locked up their tools at night; and it

    suggested to me that every man who was hard pushed might get such a

    one for a dollar, and, having bored a few auger holes in it, to

    admit the air at least, get into it when it rained and at night, and

    hook down the lid, and so have freedom in his love, and in his soul

    be free.  This did not appear the worst, nor by any means a

    despicable alternative.  You could sit up as late as you pleased,

    and, whenever you got up, go abroad without any landlord or

    house-lord dogging you for rent.  Many a man is harassed to death to

    pay the rent of a larger and more luxurious box who would not have

    frozen to death in such a box as this.  I am far from jesting.

    Ey is a subject which admits of being treated with levity, but

    it ot so be disposed of.  A fortable house for a rude and

    hardy race, that lived mostly out of doors, was once made here

    almost entirely of such materials as Nature furnished ready to their

    hands.  Gookin, who was superinte of the Indians subject to the

    Massachusetts y, writing in 1674, says, &quot;The best of their

    houses are covered very ly, tight and warm, with barks of trees,

    slipped from their bodies at those seasons when the sap is up, and

    made into great flakes, with pressure of weighty timber, when they

    are green....  The meaner sort are covered with mats which they make

    of a kind of bulrush, and are also indifferently tight and warm, but

    not so good as the former....  Some I have seen, sixty or a hundred

    feet long and thirty feet broad....  I have often lodged in their

    wigwams, and found them as warm as the best English houses.&quot;  He

    adds that they were only carpeted and lined within with

    well-wrought embroidered mats, and were furnished with various

    utensils.  The Indians had advanced so far as tulate the effect

    of the wind by a mat suspended over the hole in the roof and moved

    by a string.  Such a lodge was in the first instance structed in

    a day or two at most, and taken dout up in a few hours; and

    every family owned one, or its apartment in one.

    In the savage state every family owns a shelter as good as the

    best, and suffit for its coarser and simpler wants; but I think

    that I speak within bounds when I say that, though the birds of the

    air have their s, and the foxes their holes, and the savages

    their wigwams, in modern civilized society not more than one half

    the families own a shelter.  In the large towns and cities, where

    civilization especially prevails, the number of those who own a

    shelter is a very small fra of the whole.  The rest pay an

    annual tax for this outside garment of all, bee indispensable

    summer and winter, which would buy a village of Indian wigwams, but

    now helps to keep them poor as long as they live.  I do not mean to

    insist here on the disadvantage of hiring pared with owning, but

    it is evident that the savage owns his shelter because it costs so

    little, while the civilized man hires his only because he ot

    afford to own it; nor  he, in the long run, aer afford to

    hire.  But, answers one, by merely paying this tax, the poor

    civilized man secures an abode which is a palapared with the

    savages.  An annual rent of from twenty-five to a hundred dollars

    (these are the try rates) entitles him to the be of the

    improvements of turies, spacious apartments,  paint and

    paper, Rumford fire-place, back plastering, Veian blinds, copper

    pump, spring lock, a odious cellar, and many other things.  But

    hoens it that he who is said to enjoy these things is so

    only a poor civilized man, while the savage, who has them not,

    is rich as a savage?  If it is asserted that civilization is a real

    advan the dition of man -- and I think that it is, though

    only the wise improve their advantages -- it must be shown that it

    has produced better dwellings without making them more costly; and

    the cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is

    required to be exged for it, immediately or in the long run.  An

    average house in this neighborhood costs perhaps eight hundred

    dollars, and to lay up this sum will take from ten to fifteen years

    of the laborers life, even if he is not encumbered with a family --

    estimating the peiary value of every mans labor at one dollar a

    day, for if some receive more, others receive less; -- so that he

    must have spent more than half his life only before his wigwam

    will be earned.  If we suppose him to pay a rent instead, this is

    but a doubtful choice of evils.  Would the savage have been wise to

    exge his wigwam for a pala these terms?

    It may be guessed that I reduce almost the whole advantage of

    holding this superfluous property as a fund in stainst the

    future, so far as the individual is ed, mainly to the

    defraying of funeral expenses.  But perhaps a man is not required to

    bury himself.  heless this points to an important distin

    between the civilized man and the savage; and, no doubt, they have

    designs on us for our be, in making the life of a civilized

    people an institution, in which the life of the individual is to a

    great extent absorbed, in order to preserve and perfect that of the

    race.  But I wish to show at what a sacrifice this advantage is at

    present obtained, and to suggest that ossibly so live as to

    secure all the advahout suffering any of the disadvantage.

    What mean ye by saying that the poor ye have always with you, or

    that the fathers have eaten srapes, and the childreh

    are set on edge?

    &quot;As I live, saith the Lod, ye shall not have occasion any

    more to use this proverb in Israel.

    &quot;Behold all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also

    the soul of the son is mihe soul that sih, it shall die.&quot;

    When I sider my neighbors, the farmers of cord, who are at

    least as well off as the other classes, I find that for the most

    part they have been toiling twenty, thirty, or forty years, that

    they may bee the real owners of their farms, whionly they

    have ied with encumbrances, or else bought with hired money --

    and we may regard ohird of that toil as the cost of their houses

    -- but only they have not paid for them yet.  It is true, the

    encumbrances sometimes outweigh the value of the farm, so that the

    farm itself bees one great encumbrance, and still a man is found

    to i it, being well acquainted with it, as he says.  On

    applying to the assessors, I am surprised to learn that they ot

    at oname a dozen iown who own their farms free and clear.

    If you would know the history of these homesteads, inquire at the

    bank where they are med.  The man who has actually paid for

    his farm with labor on it is so rare that every neighbor  point

    to him.  I doubt if there are three such men in cord.  What has

    been said of the merts, that a very large majority, even

    y-seven in a hundred, are sure to fail, is equally true of the

    farmers.  With regard to the merts, however, one of them says

    pertily that a great part of their failures are not genuine

    peiary failures, but merely failures to fulfil their es,

    because it is inve; that is, it is the moral character that

    breaks down.  But this puts an infinitely worse fa the matter,

    and suggests, beside, that probably not eveher three succeed

    in saving their souls, but are perce bankrupt in a worse sense

    than they who fail holy.  Bankruptd repudiatiohe

    springboards from which much of our civilization vaults and turns

    its somersets, but the savage stands on the uic plank of

    famine.  Yet the Middlesex Cattle Show goes off here with eclat

    annually, as if all the joints of the agricultural mae were

    suent.

    The farmer is endeav to solve the problem of a livelihood

    by a formula more plicated than the problem itself.  To get his

    shs he speculates in herds of cattle.  With mate skill

    he has set his trap with a hair spring to catfort and

    independence, and then, as he turned away, got his own leg into it.

    This is the reason he is poor; and for a similar reason we are all

    poor in respect to a thousand savage forts, though surrounded by

    luxuries.  As Chapman sings,

    &quot;The false society of men --

    -- for earthly greatness

    All heavenly forts rarefies to air.&quot;

    And when the farmer has got his house, he may not be the richer

    but the poorer for it, and it be the house that has got him.  As I

    uand it, that was a valid obje urged by Momus against the

    house which Minerva made, that she &quot;had not made it movable, by

    which means a bad neighborhood might be avoided&quot;; and it may still

    be urged, for our houses are suwieldy property that we are

    often imprisoned rather than housed in them; and the bad

    neighborhood to be avoided is our own scurvy selves.  I know one or

    two families, at least, in this town, who, for nearly a geion,

    have been wishing to sell their houses iskirts and move

    into the village, but have not been able to aplish it, and only

    death will set them free.

    Grahat the majority are able at last either to own or hire

    the modern house with all its improvements.  While civilization has

    been improving our houses, it has not equally improved the men who

    are to inhabit them.  It has created palaces, but it was not so easy

    to create noblemen and kings.  And if the civilized mans pursuits

    are no worthier than the savages, if he is employed the greater

    part of his life in obtaining gross necessaries and forts merely,

    why should he have a better dwelling than the former?

    But how do the poor minority fare?  Perhaps it will be found

    that just in proportion as some have been placed in outward

    circumstances above the savage, others have been degraded below him.

    The luxury of one class is terbalanced by the indigence of

    another.  On the one side is the palace, oher are the

    almshouse and &quot;silent poor.&quot;  The myriads who built the pyramids to

    be the tombs of the Pharaohs were fed on garlid it may be were

    not detly buried themselves.  The mason who fihe ice

    of the palace returns at night perce to a hut not so good as a

    wigwam.  It is a mistake to suppose that, in a try where the

    usual evidences of civilizatio, the dition of a very large

    body of the inhabitants may not be as degraded as that of savages.

    I refer to the degraded poor, not now to the degraded rich.  To know

    this I should not o look farther than to the shanties which

    everywhere border our railroads, that last improvement in

    civilization; where I see in my daily walks human beings living in

    sties, and all winter with an open door, for the sake of light,

    without any visible, often imaginable, wood-pile, and the forms of

    both old and young are permaly tracted by the long habit of

    shrinking from cold and misery, and the development of all their

    limbs and faculties is checked.  It certainly is fair to look at

    that class by whose labor the works which distinguish this

    geion are aplished.  Such too, to a greater or less extent,

    is the dition of the operatives of every denomination in England,

    which is the great workhouse of the world.  Or I could refer you to

    Ireland, which is marked as one of the white or enlightened spots on

    the map.  trast the physical dition of the Irish with that of

    the North Ameri Indian, or the South Sea Islander, or any other

    savage race before it was degraded by tact with the civilized

    man.  Yet I have no doubt that that peoples rulers are as wise as

    the average of civilized rulers.  Their dition only proves what

    squalidness may sist with civilization.  I hardly need refer now

    to the laborers in our Southern States who produce the staple

    exports of this try, and are themselves a staple produ of

    the South.  But to fine myself to those who are said to be in

    moderate circumstances.

    Most men appear o have sidered what a house is, and

    are actually though needlessly poor all their lives because they

    think that they must have such a one as their neighbors have.  As if

    oo wear any sort of coat which the tailht cut out for

    him, radually leaving off palm-leaf hat or cap of woodchuck

    skin, plain of hard times because he could not afford to buy him

    a !  It is possible to i a house still more ve and

    luxurious than we have, which yet all would admit that man could not

    afford to pay for.  Shall we always study to obtain more of these

    things, and not sometimes to be tent with less?  Shall the

    respectable citizen thus gravely teach, by precept and example, the

    y of the young mans providing a certain number of

    superfluous glow-shoes, and umbrellas, ay guest chambers for

    empty guests, before he dies?  Why should not our furniture be as

    simple as the Arabs or the Indians?  When I think of the

    beors of the race, whom we have apotheosized as messengers

    from heaven, bearers of divine gifts to man, I do not see in my mind

    ai their heels, any carload of fashionable furniture.

    Or what if I were to allow -- would it not be a singular allowance?

    -- that our furniture should be more plex than the Arabs, in

    proportion as we are morally and intellectually his superiors!  At

    present our houses are cluttered and defiled with it, and a good

    housewife would sweep out the greater part into the dust hole, and

    not leave her ms work undone.  M work!  By the blushes

    of Aurora and the musiemnon, what should be mans m work

    in this world?  I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I

    was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when

    the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out

    the window in disgust.  How, then, could I have a furnished house?

    I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the

    grass, unless where man has broken ground.

    It is the luxurious and dissipated who set the fashions which

    the herd so diligently follow.  The traveller who stops at the best

    houses, so called, soon discovers this, for the publis presume

    him to be a Sardanapalus, and if he resigned himself to their tender

    mercies he would soon be pletely emasculated.  I think that in

    the railroad car we are ined to spend more on luxury than on

    safety and venience, and it threatens without attaining these to

    bee er than a modern drawing-room, with its divans, and

    ottomans, and sun-shades, and a huher oriental things, which

    we are taki with us, ied for the ladies of the harem and

    the effemiives of the Celestial Empire, which Jonathan

    should be ashamed to know the names of.  I would rather sit on a

    pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet

    cushion.  I would rather ride oh in an ox cart, with a free

    circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion

    train and breathe a malaria all the way.

    The very simplicity and nakedness of mans life in the primitive

    ages imply this adva least, that they left him still but a

    sojourner in nature.  When he was refreshed with food and sleep, he

    plated his journey again.  He dwelt, as it were, in a tent in

    this world, and was either threading the valleys, or crossing the

    plains, or climbing the mountain-tops.  But lo! men have bee the

    tools of their tools.  The man who indepely plucked the fruits

    when he was hungry is bee a farmer; and he who stood under a tree

    for shelter, a housekeeper.  We now no longer camp as for a night,

    but have settled down oh and fotten heaven.  We have

    adopted Christianity merely as an improved method of agri-culture.

    We have built for this world a family mansion, and for the  a

    family tomb.  The best works of art are the expression of mans

    struggle to free himself from this dition, but the effect of our

    art is merely to make this low state fortable and that higher

    state to be fotten.  There is actually no pla this village

    for a work of fi, if any had e down to us, to stand, for

    our lives, our houses and streets, furnish no proper pedestal for

    it.  There is not a nail to hang a picture on, nor a shelf to

    receive the bust of a hero or a saint.  When I sider how our

    houses are built and paid for, or not paid for, and their internal

    eanaged and sustained, I wohat the floor does not give

    way uhe visitor while he is admiring the gewgaws upon the

    mantelpiece, a him through into the cellar, to some solid and

    hohough earthy foundation.  I ot but perceive that this

    so-called rid refined life is a thing jumped at, and I do not

    get on in the enjoyment of the fis which adorn it, my

    attention being wholly occupied with the jump; for I remember that

    the greatest genuine leap, due to human muscles alone, on record, is

    that of certain wandering Arabs, who are said to have cleared

    twenty-five feet on level ground.  Without factitious support, man

    is sure to e to earth again beyond that distahe first

    question which I am tempted to put to the proprietor of such great

    impropriety is, Who bolsters you?  Are you one of the y-seven

    who fail, or the three who succeed?  Answer me these questions, and

    then perhaps I may look at your bawbles and find them oral.

    The cart before the horse is her beautiful nor useful.  Before

    we  adorn our houses with beautiful objects the walls must be

    stripped, and our lives must be stripped, aiful housekeeping

    aiful living be laid for a foundation: now, a taste for the

    beautiful is most cultivated out of doors, where there is no house

    and no housekeeper.

    Old Johnson, in his &quot;Wonder-W Providence,&quot; speaking of the

    first settlers of this town, with whom he was porary, tells us

    that &quot;they burrow themselves in the earth for their first shelter

    under some hillside, and, casting the soil aloft upon timber, they

    make a smoky fire against the earth, at the highest side.&quot;  They did

    not &quot;provide them houses,&quot; says he, &quot;till the earth, by the Lords

    blessing, brought forth bread to feed them,&quot; and the first years

    crop was so light that &quot;they were forced to cut their bread very

    thin for a long season.&quot;  The secretary of the Province of New

    herland, writing in Dutch, in 1650, for the information of those

    who wished to take up land there, states more particularly that

    &quot;those in New herland, and especially in New England, who have no

    means to build farmhouses at first acc to their wishes, dig a

    square pit in the ground, cellar fashion, six or s<bdo>.</bdo>eve deep, as

    long and as broad as they think proper, case the earth ih

    wood all round the wall, and lihe wood with the bark of trees or

    something else to prevent the g in of the earth; floor this

    cellar with plank, and wainscot it overhead for a ceiling, raise a

    roof of spars clear up, and cover the spars with bark reen sods,

    so that they  live dry and warm in these houses with their entire

    families for two, three, and four years, it being uood that

    partitions are run through those cellars which are adapted to the

    size of the family.  The wealthy and principal men in New England,

    in the beginning of the ies, eheir first

    dwelling-houses in this fashion for two reasons: firstly, in order

    not to waste time in building, and not to want food the  season;

    sedly, in order not to disce poor lab people whom they

    brought over in numbers from Fatherland.  In the course of three or

    four years, when the try became adapted to agriculture, they

    built themselves handsome houses, spending on them several

    thousands.&quot;

    In this course which our aors took there was a show of

    prude least, as if their principle were to satisfy the more

    pressing wants first.  But are the more pressing wants satisfied

    now?  When I think of acquiring for myself one of our luxurious

    dwellings, I am deterred, for, so to speak, the try is not yet

    adapted to human culture, and we are still forced to cut our

    spiritual bread far thihan our forefathers did their wheaten.

    Not that all architectural or is to be ed even in the

    rudest periods; but let our houses first be lined with beauty, where

    they e in tact with our lives, like the te of the

    shellfish, and not overlaid with it.  But, alas! I have been inside

    one or two of them, and know what they are lined with.

    Though we are not so degee but that we might possibly live

    in a cave or a wigwam or wear skins today, it certainly is better to

    accept the advahough so dearly bought, which the iion

    and industry of mankind offer.  In such a neighborhood as this,

    boards and shingles, lime and bricks, are cheaper and more easily

    obtaihan suitable caves, or whole logs, or bark in suffit

    quantities, or eveempered clay or flat stones.  I speak

    uandingly on this subject, for I have made myself acquainted

    with it both theoretically and practically.  With a little more wit

    we might use these materials so as to bee richer than the richest

    now are, and make our civilization a blessing.  The civilized man is

    a more experienced and wiser savage.  But to make haste to my own

    experiment.

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