We get the better because we do "Look before and after." But, from, the same cause, we "Pine for what is not." The red man, when happy, was thoroughly happy; when good, was simply good.

He needed the medal, to let him know that he _was_ good.
These evenings we were happy, looking over the old-fashioned garden, over the beach, over the waters and pretty island opposite, beneath the growing moon.

We did not stay to see it full at Mackinaw; at two o'clock one night, or rather morning, the Great Western came snorting in, and we must go; and Mackinaw, and all the Northwest summer, is now to me no more than picture and dream:-- "A dream within a dream." These last days at Mackinaw have been pleasanter than the "lonesome" nine, for I have recovered the companion with whom I set out from the East,--one who sees all, prizes all, enjoys much, interrupts never.
At Detroit we stopped for half a day.

This place is famous in our history, and the unjust anger at its surrender is still expressed by almost every one who passes there.

I had always shared the common feeling on this subject; for the indignation at a disgrace to our arms that seemed so unnecessary has been handed down from father to child, and few of us have taken the pains to ascertain where the blame lay.