a Presbyterian preacher and never returned!
On the same occasion a copy of both Walden and the Week were ordered for a brother in California. These arrived safely; and they were read and pondered under the shade of the great Sequoias, in the silence of the forest primeval. Both author and reader are long since where no shadows cloud the page. In the lumen siccum of Eternity the Thinker has learned "what argument his life to his brother's creed had lent."
Concord, May 31st, '56.
Dear Sir:
I forwarded by mail a copy of my "Week" post paid to . . . . , according to your order, about ten days ago, or on the receit [sic] of your note.
I will obtain and forward a copy
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