Who is Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau was born in Concord, Massachusetts on 12 July 1817. His parents were Cynthia (1787-1872) and John Thoreau (1787-1859). John was a pencil maker. He had two sisters (Helen and Sophia) and one brother, John. Henry D. Thoreau lived most of his life in Concord, but travelled to New York and Maine. These trips inspired many essays and The Maine Woods (1864). He also went to Canada and wrote An Excursion to Canada in 1853. Thoreau studied the classics as well as science and math at Harvard University in Cambridge, Massachusetts where he graduated in 1837. From that point on, nature became his classroom. After college, he returned to Concord and worked in his father's pencil factory. He also did some tutoring and began to write for periodicals. Some of his earliest writings include "A Natural History of Massachusetts" (1842), "Sir Walter Raleigh" (1843), and "Thomas Carlyle and His Works" (1847).

In 1850, he was elected a corresponding member of the Boston Society of Natural History. Prior to that he had begun to keep detailed, dated journals of his observations of the native flora, noting blooming and fruiting times. This journal would have become his masterpiece, but Henry David Thoreau died of tuberculosis on 6 May 1862 before he could finish it. He rests in the Thoreau family plot of the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord, Massachusetts.

Over a century later, this last, great work was edited and published as Thoreau's Rediscovered Last Manuscript, Wild Fruits.

Emerson writes in Biographical Sketch to Thoreau's Excursions (1863):

He was bred to no profession; he never married; he lived alone; he never went to church; he never voted; he refused to pay a tax to the State: he ate no flesh, he drank no wine, he never knew the use of tobacco; and, though a naturalist, he used neither trap nor gun. He chose, wisely, no doubt, for himself, to be the bachelor of thought and Nature. He had no talent for wealth, and knew how to be poor without the least hint of squalor or inelegance. .... Thoreau was sincerity itself ...

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Perfect sincerity and transparency make a great part of beauty, as in dewdrops, lakes, and diamonds.
from the Journal (June 20, 1840)

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