January 2.
The bells are particularly sweet this morning. I hear more, methinks, than ever before. How much more religion in their sound, than they ever call men together to! Men obey their call and go to the stove-warmed church, though God exhibits himself to the walker in a frosted bush to-day, as much as in a burning one to Moses of old.
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Walden begins to freeze in the coves or shallower water on the north side, where it was slightly skimmed over several weeks ago.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 2, 1853
Men obey their call and go to the stove-warmed church. See February 4, 1857 (" I see that the infidels and skeptics have formed themselves into churches and weekly gather together at the ringing of a bell."); May 3, 1857 ("I, a descendant of Northmen who worshipped Thor, spend my time worshipping neither Thor nor Christ . . . I sympathize not to-day with those who go to church in newest clothes and sit quietly in straight-backed pews."); December 18, 1856 ("Lectured in basement (vestry) of the orthodox church, and I trust helped to undermine it"); April 26, 1856 ("This reminds me of my bringing home an apple tree on my shoulder one Sunday and meeting the stream of meeting-goers, who seemed greatly outraged; but they did not know whether I set it out or not that day, or but that I sacrificed a puppy if I did."); March 5, 1852 (" . . .every kernel of truth has been carefully swept out of our churches”)
The bells are particularly sweet this morning . See January 2, 1842 ("The ringing of the church bell is a much more melodious sound than any that is heard within the church."); December 31, 1853 (“Sugar is not so sweet to the palate, as sound to the healthy ear.”); April 15, 1855 ("The sound of church bells . . ., sounds very sweet to us on the water this still day"); see also May 3, 1852 ("There is a grand, rich, musical echo trembling on the air long after the clock has ceased to strike, like a vast organ, filling the air with a trembling music like a flower of sound.")
God exhibited himself to the walker in a frosted bush. See September 7, 1851 ("My profession is to be always on the alert to find God in nature, to know his lurking-places, to attend all the oratorios, the operas, in nature."); August 19, 1853 ("It is such a day as mankind might spend in praising and glorifying nature. It might be spent as a natural sabbath, if only all men would accept the hint.") See also note to April 23, 1857 ("All nature is my bride.")
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Walden begins to freeze in the coves or shallower water on the north side, where it was slightly skimmed over several weeks ago.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 2, 1853
Men obey their call and go to the stove-warmed church. See February 4, 1857 (" I see that the infidels and skeptics have formed themselves into churches and weekly gather together at the ringing of a bell."); May 3, 1857 ("I, a descendant of Northmen who worshipped Thor, spend my time worshipping neither Thor nor Christ . . . I sympathize not to-day with those who go to church in newest clothes and sit quietly in straight-backed pews."); December 18, 1856 ("Lectured in basement (vestry) of the orthodox church, and I trust helped to undermine it"); April 26, 1856 ("This reminds me of my bringing home an apple tree on my shoulder one Sunday and meeting the stream of meeting-goers, who seemed greatly outraged; but they did not know whether I set it out or not that day, or but that I sacrificed a puppy if I did."); March 5, 1852 (" . . .every kernel of truth has been carefully swept out of our churches”)
The bells are particularly sweet this morning . See January 2, 1842 ("The ringing of the church bell is a much more melodious sound than any that is heard within the church."); December 31, 1853 (“Sugar is not so sweet to the palate, as sound to the healthy ear.”); April 15, 1855 ("The sound of church bells . . ., sounds very sweet to us on the water this still day"); see also May 3, 1852 ("There is a grand, rich, musical echo trembling on the air long after the clock has ceased to strike, like a vast organ, filling the air with a trembling music like a flower of sound.")
God exhibited himself to the walker in a frosted bush. See September 7, 1851 ("My profession is to be always on the alert to find God in nature, to know his lurking-places, to attend all the oratorios, the operas, in nature."); August 19, 1853 ("It is such a day as mankind might spend in praising and glorifying nature. It might be spent as a natural sabbath, if only all men would accept the hint.") See also note to April 23, 1857 ("All nature is my bride.")
Walden begins to freeze in the coves or shallower water on the north side, where it was slightly skimmed over several weeks ago. See December 27, 1852 ("Not a particle of ice in Walden to-day. Paddled across it."); January 3, 1853 ("Walden not yet frozen"); January 6, 1853 ("Walden apparently froze over last night. . . . It is a dark, transparent ice, but will not bear me without much cracking. . . .When I lie down on it and examine it closely, I find that the greater part of the bubbles which I had thought were within its own substance are against its under surface, and that they are continually rising up from the bottom, — perfect spheres, apparently, and very beautiful and clear, in which I see my face through this thin ice.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, First Ice
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, January 2.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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