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Happy to exchange the seething and sickening breath of the steam engine for the free air of this then far western Territory, I strolled back into the suburbs of the embryo " City of the Straits," where I first gazed upon the corinthian columns of the old State ■capitol. Little did I then think how grandly and nobly it was destined to be connected with the history of. Michigan, and still less that my own history was ever to constitute a connecting link between it and Michigan's future greatness. But farewell, old capitol,—thy walls have crumbled to dust, and the men whose voices once echoed within thy halls have mostly shared thy fate, and the few that remain are destined soon to follow.
" Sic transit Gloria Mundi."
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