Thoreau writes his poem “The Breeze’s Invitation” in his journal:
Where the freest zephyrs blow,
Batten on the oak tree’s rustle,
And the pleasant insect bustle,
Dripping with the streamlet’s flow
What if I no wings do wear,
Thro’ this solid-seeming air
I can skim like any swallow ;
Whoso dareth let her follow,
And we’ll be a jovial pair.
Ellen Sewall writes to her father Edmund Quincy Sewall Sr. on 31 July:
But to return to the day I left Brookline—Aunt Ann and Grandma and the rest were rather better [than] when I saw them before—I dined there, and cousin Joseph went to the stage office to secure my passage in the Concord stage. It came for me at twenty minutes of four—I was the first passenger taken up—soon after, Mr. and Mrs. Lowell, Aunt Maria’s friends, with their little boy got in, and Mr. Shattuck also. The ride to Concord was delightful. I never enjoyed a stage ride so much in my life. We had some gentle showers, but none to incommode us much. About noon there was a very violent shower, attended with a great deal of wind, which had laid the dust completely. You mention in your letter that the storm was very violent with you. Dear Aunt [Prudence Ward] and Grandmother [Prudence Bird Ward] I found well, and the rest of the family too.
