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1I have heard of a man lost in the woods and dying of famine and exhaustion at the foot of a tree, whose loneliness was
2relieved by the grotesque visions with which, owing to bodily weakness, his diseased imagination surrounded him, and
3which he believed to be real. So also, owing to bodily and mental health and strength, we may be continually cheered by
4a like but more normal and natural society, and come to know that we are never alone. I have a great deal of company in
5my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls. Let me suggest a few comparisons, that some one may convey an
6idea of my situation. I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself.
7What company has that lonely lake, I pray? And yet it has not the blue devils, but the blue angels in it, in the azure
8tint of its waters. The sun is alone, except in thick weather, when there sometimes appear to be two, but one is a mock
9sun. God is alone,--but the devil, he is far from being alone; he sees a great deal of company; he is legion. I am no
10more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumble-bee.
11I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or
12a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house. I have occasional visits in the long winter evenings, when the snow
13falls fast and the wind howls in the wood, from an old settler and original proprietor, who is reported to have dug
14Walden Pond, and stoned it, and fringed it with pine woods; who tells me stories of old time and of new eternity; and
15between us we manage to pass a cheerful evening with social mirth and pleasant views of things, even without apples or
16cider,--a most wise and humorous friend, whom I love much, who keeps himself more secret than ever did Goffe or Whalley;
17and though he is thought to be dead, none can show where he is buried. An elderly dame, too, dwells in my neighborhood,
18invisible to most persons, in whose odorous herb garden I love to stroll sometimes, gathering simples and listening to
19her fables; for she has a genius of unequalled fertility, and her memory runs back farther than mythology, and she can
20tell me the original of every fable, and on what fact every one is founded, for the incidents occurred when she was
21young. A ruddy and lusty old dame, who delights in all weathers and seasons, and is likely to outlive all her children
22yet. The indescribable innocence and beneficence of Nature,--of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,--such
23health, such cheer, they afford forever! and such sympathy have they ever with our race, that all Nature would be
24affected, and the sun's brightness fade, and the winds would sigh humanely, and the clouds rain tears, and the woods
25shed their leaves and put on mourning in midsummer, if any man should ever for a just cause grieve. Shall I not have
26intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? What is the pill which will keep us
27well, serene, contented? Not my or thy great-grandfather's, but our great-grandmother Nature's universal, vegetable,
28botanic medicines, by which she has kept herself young always, outlived so many old Parrs in her day, and fed her health
29with their decaying fatness. For my panacea, instead of one of those quack vials of a mixture dipped from Acheron and
30the Dead Sea, which come out of those long shallow black-schooner looking wagons which we sometimes see made to carry
31bottles, let me have a draught of undiluted morning air. Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountain-head
32of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost
33their subscription ticket to morning time in this world. But remember, it will not keep quite till noon-day even in the
34coolest cellar, but drive out the stopples long ere that and follow westward the steps of Aurora. I am no worshipper of
35Hygeia, who was the daughter of that old herb-doctor Æsculapius, and who is represented on monuments holding a serpent
36in one hand, and in the other a cup out of which the serpent sometimes drinks; but rather of Hebe, cupbearer to Jupiter,
37who was the daughter of Juno and wild lettuce, and who had the power of restoring gods and men to the vigor of youth.
38She was probably the only thoroughly sound-conditioned, healthy, and robust young lady that ever walked the globe, and
39wherever she came it was spring.
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