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 rafter between him and the Unspeakable One who clothed him in clay that he might do his appointed work in the Universe—this little world his seed-field. Yes, it is the right word; it is his sorrowing sister's word. He was "translated" one beautiful Spring morning. It was on the sixth of May, 1862.

And now that sister is the Concord correspondent of him who long had waited and hoped for Thoreau to "come this way."

Concord, June 24th, 1862. Dear Sir:

It gives me pleasure to acknowledge your note of the 18th instant, and I desire to thank you for the very friendly sympathy which you have manifested for us in this season of sorrow and affliction.