At a certain season of our life omed to sider

        every spot as te of a hus surveyed

        try on every side hin a dozen miles of where I live.    In

        imagination I    all the farms in succession, for all were

        to be bougheir price.    I walked over each farmers

        premises, tasted h him,

        took     any price, ming it to him in my

        mind; even put a    -- took everyt a deed of

        it -- took o talk --

        cultivated it, and oo to some extent, I trust, and hdrew

        on.    this

        experieled me to be regarded as a sort of real-estate

        broker by my friends.    , t live, and the

        landscape radiated from me accly.     is a    a

        sedes, a seat? -- better if a try seat.    I discovered many a

        site for a    likely to be soon improved, w

        too far from t to my eyes the village

        oo far from it.    ell, t live, I said; and there I

        did live, for an er life; saw how I could

        let t ter the spring

        e in.    ture inants of they may

        place t ticipated.    An

        afternoon sufficed to lay out to ord

        pasture, and to decide o

        stand before ted tree could be seen to

        t advantage; and t it lie, fallow, perce, for a

        man is ri to things which he

        afford to let alone.

        My imagination carried me so far t I even he refusal of

        several farms -- ted -- but I never got my

        fingers burned by actual possession.    t t I came to

        actual possession he hollowell place, and had

        begun to sort my seeds, and collected materials o make a

        on or off    before the ave me

        a deed of it, his wife -- every man has such a wife -- ged her

        mind and , and en dollars to release

        o speak trut tes in the world, and

        it surpassed my aritic to tell, if I    man wen

        ts, ether.    however,

        I let en dollars and too, for I had carried

        it far enougo be generous, I sold he farm for

        just , and, as    a rich man, made him a

        present of ten dollars, and still es, and seeds, and

        materials for a    I had been a

        riy damage to my poverty.    But I retaihe

        landscape, and I    it yielded

        a o landscapes,

        "I am monarch of all I survey,

        My rigo dispute."

        I ly seen a poet

        valuable part of a farm,    he

        a fe for

        many years w     admirable

        kind of invisible fence, , milked it, skimmed

        it, and got all t the skimmed

        milk.

        ttras of to me, s

        plete retirement, being, about the village, half a

        mile from t neiged from the highway by a

        broad field; its bounding on the owner said

        protected it by its fogs from frosts in t was

        noto me; tate of the house and

        barn, and ted fences, ween

        me and t oct; trees,

        nas, s kind of neig

        above all, tion I    from my earliest voyages up

        the house was cealed behind a dense grove of red

        maples, te to

        buy it, before tor finisting out some rocks,

        cutting dorees, and grubbing up some young

        bircure, or, in s, had made

        any more of s.    to enjoy tages I was ready

        to carry it on; like Atlas, to take the world on my shoulders -- I

        never    pensation    -- and do all

        tive or excuse but t I might

        pay for it and be ued in my possession of it; for I knew all

        t it    abundant crop of the kind I

        ed, if I could only afford to let it alone.    But it turned out

        as I have said.

        All t I could say, t t on a large

        scale -- I ivated a garden --    I had had my

        seeds ready.    Many t seeds improve h age.    I have no

        doubt t time discriminates bethe bad; and when

        at last I s, I so be disappointed.

        But I o my fellows, once for all, As long as possible

        live free and unitted.    It makes but little difference wher

        you are itted to a farm or ty jail.

        Old Cato, ica" is my "Cultivator," says -- and

        translation I he passage

        -- "ting a farm turn it t

        to buy greedily; nor spare your pains to look at it, and do not

        t enougo go round it oener you go the

        more it    is good."    I t buy

        greedily, but go round and round it as long as I live, and be buried

        in it first, t it may please me t last.

        t    experiment of this kind, which I purpose

        to describe more at lengtting the experience

        of to one.    As I    propose to e an

        ode to deje, but t as lustily as cicleer in the

        m, standing on , if only to wake my neighbors up.

        I took up my abode in t is, began to

        spend my nig, was on

        Independence Day, or t

        finiser, but    the rain,

        plastering or che walls being h,

        ained boards,    cool at

        nig we uds and freshly planed door and

        a    and airy look, especially in the

        m, imbers urated    I fancied

        t by noon some s gum o my

        imagination it retai this

        auroral cer, reminding me of a certain ain

        ered

        , fit to eain a travelling god, and w

        trail s.    the winds which passed over my dwelling were

        sus, bearing the broken

        strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial music.    the m

        ion is uninterrupted; but few

        are t .    Olympus is but tside of th

        everywhere.

        t a

        boat, ent, which I used occasionally when making excursions

        in till rolled up in my garret; but the

        boat, after passing from o ream of

        time.    itantial ser about me, I had made some

        progress totling in tly

        clad,    of crystallization around me, aed on the

        builder.    It ive someure in outlines.    I

        did not o go outdoors to take tmosphere

        none of its fres    so mu

        doors as be, even in t her.

        t;An abode    birds is like a meat

        seasoning."    Suc my abode, for I found myself suddenly

        neigo t by    having

        caged myself    only o some of those

        to those

        smaller and more ters of t whiever, or

        rarely, serenade a villager -- the

        scarlet tahe whip-poor-will, and many

        others.

        I ed by t a mile and a

        , in

        t of aeown and Lin, and

        about t our only field knoo fame, cord

        Battle Ground; but I    te

        s, covered h wood, was my

        most distant    week, w on

        t impressed me like a tarn he side of a

        mountain, its bottom far above ther lakes, and, as

        t ts nig,

        and s soft ripples or its smooth

        refleg surface was revealed, ws, like gs, were

        stealtion into t the

        breaking up of some noal venticle.    to

        rees later into the sides

        of mountains.

        t value as a neigervals

        of a gentle rain-storm in August, wer being

        perfectly still, but t, mid-afternoon he

        serenity of evening, and thrush sang around, and was heard

        from so s

        sucime; and tion of t being,

        ser, full of light and

        refles, bees a lower self so muche more

        important.    From a op near by, whe wood had been

        retly cut off, ta southe

        pond, tation in the shore

        te sides sloping toward eacher

        suggested a stream flo in t dire through a wooded

        valley, but stream t ween and

        over to some distant and he

        inged anding on tiptoe I could

        catcill bluer and more

        distant mountain ranges in t, true-blue s from

        , and also of some portion of t in

        otions, even from t, I could not see over or

        beyond t is o er

        in your neigo give buoyancy to and float th.    One

        value even of t     you

        see t eart ti but insular.    tant

        as t it keeps butter cool.    he pond from

        toime of flood I

        distinguised perhing valley,

        like a    in a basin, all the pond appeared like

        a t insulated and floated even by t of

        interverting er, and I    t

        dry land.

        till more tracted, I did

        not feel cro.    ture enough

        for my imagination.    teau to we

        sretd the

        steppes of tartary, aff ample room for all the roving families

        of men.    "t beings who enjoy

        freely a vast ; -- said Damodara, when his herds required new

        and larger pastures.

        Botime o those

        parts of to tory w

        attracted me.    here I lived was as far off as many a region viewed

        nigronomers.    e are    to imagine rare aable

        places in some remote and more celestial er of tem,

        beellation of Cassiopeias Chair, far from noise and

        disturbance.    I discovered t my ually s site in

        suc forever ne of the

        universe.    If it o settle in ts near

        to to Aldebaran or Altair, then I was

        really t an equal remoteness from the life which I had

        left beo my

        neigo be seen only in moonless nights by him.    Such was

        t part of creation wted;

        "t did live,

        And s as high

        As s whereon his flocks

        Did ;

        she shepherds life if his flocks always

        o ures ts?

        Every m ion to make my life of equal

        simplicity, and I may say innoce, ure herself.    I have

        been as sincere a wors up

        early and bat was a religious exercise, and one

        of t t cers were

        engraven on tub of King tco t:

        "Reneely eac again, and again, and

        forever again."    I    uand t.    M brings back the

        ed by t o

        making its invisible and unimagiour tment at

        earliest daing h door and windows open, as I

        could be by any trumpet t ever sang of fame.    It was homers

        requiem; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in ts own

        it; a

        standing advertisement, till forbidden, of ting vigor and

        fertility of t memorable

        season of t

        somnolen us; and for a, some part of us awakes

        .    Little is to be

        expected of t day, if it    be called a day, to w

        a by the meiudgings of some

        servitor, are not awakened by our own newly acquired ford

        aspirations from ions of celestial

        musistead of factory bells, and a fragrance filling the air --

        to a he darkness

        bear its fruit, and prove itself to be good, .

        t man    eas an earlier,

        more sacred, and auroral    profaned, has

        despaired of life, and is pursuing a desding and darkening way.

        After a partial cessation of he soul of man, or

        its ans rated eacries

        again     make.    All memorable events, I should

        say, transpire in m time and in a m atmosphe

        Vedas say, "All intelligences a;    Poetry and

        art, and t and most memorable of tions of men, date

        from sud he

        c t suo him whose

        elastid vigorous t keeps pace he day is a

        perpetual m.    It matters not he

        attitudes and labors of men.    M is where

        is a da to throw off sleep.

        t men give so poor an at of they have

        not been slumbering?    t sucors.    If they

        been overe hey would have performed

        somet

        only one in a million is aellectual

        exertion, only one in a o a poetic or divine life.

        to be ao be alive.    I    met a man who was

        quite awake.    he face?

        e must learn to rea by

        mec by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which

        does not forsake us in our sou sleep.    I know of no more

        encing fact tionable ability of man to elevate

        is someto be able to

        paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a

        fes beautiful; but it is far mlorious to carve and

        paint tmh which we look, which

        morally o affect ty of t is the

        of arts.    Every man is tasked to make s

        details, emplation of    elevated and

        critical ry

        information as , tinctly inform us how

        t be done.

        I    to to live deliberately, to

        front only tial facts of life, and see if I could not learn

        o teac,    I

        lived.    I did not    life, living is

        so dear; nor did I ise resignation, unless it e

        necessary.    I ed to live deep and suck out all the marrow of

        life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all

        t    life, to cut a broad so drive

        life into a er, and reduce it to its lo terms, and, if it

        proved to be mean,    the whole and genuine meanness of

        it, and publiss meao t o

        kno by experience, and be able to give a true at of it in

        my    excursion.    For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange

        uainty about it, he devil or of God, and have

        some it is to

        "glorify God and enjoy ;

        Still s; tells us t

        we were long ago en; like pygmies we figh

        es; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best

        virtue s occasion a superfluous aable ess.

        Our life is frittered aail.    An    man has hardly need

        to t more ten fingers, or ireme cases he may add

        en toes, and lump t.    Simplicity, simplicity,

        simplicity!    I say, let your affairs be as t a

        ead of a million t half a dozen, and

        keep your ats on your t of this

        s and

        quids ao be allo a man

        o live, if    founder and go to ttom and not

        make    at all, by dead reing, and    be a great

        calculator indeed wead of

        t be necessary eat but one; instead of a

        ion.    Our

        life is like a German federacy, made up of petty states, s

        boundary forever fluctuating, so t even a German ot tell you

        is bou any moment.    tion itself, s

        so-called internal improvements, wernal

        and superficial, is just su unwieldy and rown

        establis, cluttered ure and tripped up by its own

        traps, ruined by luxury and    of calculation

        and a he

        only cure for it, as for tern and

        more tan simplicity of life and elevation of purpose.    It

        lives too fast.    Men t it is essential t tion have

        erce, and export ice, and talk telegraph, and ride

        ty miles an    a doubt,

        wtle

        uain.    If    get out sleepers, and fe rails, and

        devote days and nigo t go to tinkering upon our

        lives to improve them, who will build railroads?    And if railroads

        are not built,    to    if ay

        at    railroads?    e do not

        ride on t rides upon us.    Did you ever t

        t underlie the railroad?    Eae is a man,

        an Irishey

        are covered hey

        are sound sleepers, I assure you.    And every fe is

        laid do, if some he pleasure of riding

        on a rail, otuo be ridden upon.    And when

        t is walking in his sleep, a supernumerary

        sleeper in tion, and wake op

        t it, as if this were an

        exception.    I am glad to kno it takes a gang of men for every

        five miles to keep t

        is, for t time get up again.

        e of life?    e are

        determio be starved before we are    a

        stitcime saves nine, and so take a titches

        today to save omorrow.    As for work, we    any of any

        sequence.    e    Vitus dance, and ot possibly

        keep our ill.    If I s the

        paris is,    setting the bell,

        tskirts of cord,

        notanding t press of es which was his excuse so

        many times t almost say,

        but    sound, not mainly to save

        property from t, if ruth, much

        more to see it burn, since burn it must, and    known, did

        not set it on fire -- or to see it put out, and ,

        if t is done as    he parish

        cself.    akes a er dinner,

        but ;

        as if t of mankind ood inels.    Some give

        dires to be her

        purpose; and to pay for it, tell hey have dreamed.

        After a nig.

        "Pray tell me anyt o a man anywhere on

        t; -- and    over    a man

        to River; never

        dreaming t h cave

        of t t of an eye himself.

        For my part, I could easily do    t-office.    I think

        t tant uniade t.

        to speak critically, I never received more tters

        in my life -- I e t he

        postage.    t is, only, an institution through which

        you seriously offer a man t penny for s which is so

        often safely offered i.    And I am sure t I never read any

        memorable news in a neer.    If we read of one man robbed, or

        murdered, or killed by act, or one house burned, or one vessel

        eamboat blohe

        estern Railroad, or one mad dog killed, or o of grasshoppers

        in ter -- her.    One is enough.    If

        you are acquainted    do you care for a myriad

        instances and applications?    to a p is

        called, is gossip, and t and read it are old women over

        tea.    Yet not a feer there was

        sue of to learn

        t arrival, t several large squares of

        plate glass belonging to tablis he

        pressure -- news w mige a

        twelve years, before accuracy.

        As for Spain, for instance, if you knohrow in Don Carlos

        and ta, and Don Pedro and Seville and Granada, from time to

        time in t proportions -- the names a

        little since I sa when

        otertais fail, it rue to tter, and give

        us as good an idea of t state or ruin of things in Spain as

        t sud lucid reports uhe

        signifit scrap of

        ne quarter ion of 1649; and if you have

        learory of her crops for an average year, you never need

        attend to t tions are of a merely

        peiary cer.    If one may judge he

        nes, a French

        revolution not excepted.

        o kno is which

        ;Kieou- dignitary of tate of ei)

        sent a man to Kseu to knohe

        messeo be seated near ioned erms:

        is your master doing?    t:    My

        master desires to diminiss, but

        e to the philosopher

        remarked:     a    a ;    the

        preacead of vexing their day

        of rest at t clusion

        of an ill-spent    the fresh and brave beginning of a new

        one -- ail of a sermon, s

        ;Pause!    Avast!    , but

        deadly slo;

        Seemed for souruths, while

        reality is fabulous.    If men eadily observe realities only,

        and not alloo be deluded, life, to pare it h

        sucale and the Arabian

        ais.    If ed only able and

        to be, musid poetry reets.

        only great and

        and absolute existe petty

        fears ay pleasures are but ty.    this

        is alhe eyes and

        slumbering, and senting to be deceived by sablish

        and firm tine and    everywhere, which

        still is built on purely illusory foundations.    Children, who play

        life, dis its true laions more clearly than men, who

        fail to live it    hey are wiser by

        experie is, by failure.    I

        "there was a kings son, who, being expelled in infancy from his

        native city, o

        maturity in t state, imagined o belong to the barbarous

        race ers having

        discovered o    ion

        of er was removed, and o be a prince.

        So soul," ti;from tances

        is oil truth

        is revealed to it by some eaoself to

        be Bra;    I perceive t s of Nehis

        mean life t    pee the

        surface of t t is wo be.    If a

        man soy, where,

        t;Mill-dam" go to?    If he should give us an

        at of ties    reize

        tion.    Look at a meeting-house, or a

        court-

        t true gaze, and to

        pieces in your at of teem trute, in the

        outskirts of tem, be star, before Adam and

        after t man.    Iy true and

        sublime.    But all times and places and occasions are now and

        es in t moment, and will never

        be more divine in to

        appre all ual

        instilling and drency t surrounds us.    the

        universe stantly and obediently anso our ceptions;

        or slorack is laid for us.    Let us

        spend our lives in ceiving t or tist never

        yet    some of erity at

        least could aplis.

        Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be

        track by every nutsos

        falls on t us rise early and fast, or break fast,

        gently and    perturbatio pany e a pany

        go, let termio make a

        day of it.    ream?    Let

        us not be upset and overerrible rapid and whirlpool

        called a dinner, situated in this

        danger and you are safe, for t of th

        unrelaxed nerves, , looking another

        ied to t like Ulysses.    If tles, let it

        ill it is s pains.    If the bell rings, why

        s kind of music they are like.

        Let us settle ourselves, and    downward

        tradition,

        and delusion, and appeara alluvion whe globe,

        ton and cord,

        tate, try and philosophy and

        religion, till o a tom and rocks in place, which we

        call reality, and say, take; and then begin,

        dappui, belo and fire, a place

        ate, or set a lamp-post safely,

        or per a Nilometer, but a Realometer, t future

        ages mig of shams and appearances had

        gatime to time.    If you stand riging and face to

        face to a fact, you s surfaces,

        as if it er, and feel its s edge dividing you

        t and marrow, and so you will happily clude your

        mortal career.    Be it life or deaty.    If we

        are really dying, let us tle in our ts and feel

        cold iies; if    us go about our

        business.

        time is but tream I go a-fis it; but

        ect    is.

        Its t slides a eternity remains.    I would drink

        deeper; fistom is pebbly ars.    I

        ot t one.    I kno t letter of t.    I

        ting t I    as he day I was

        born.    tellect is a cleaver; it diss and rifts its way

        into t of t h

        my .    I feel all

        my best faculties trated in it.    My instinct tells me t my

        ures use t

        and fore pa I hrough

        t t vein is somews;

        so by thin rising vapors I judge; and here I

        o mine.
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