-General Brock's movements: he appears to have been everywhere,
and, as Veritas observed of him, to have "flown, as it were." To-day at
York, engaged in his civil and military duties--to-morrow at Fort
George, superintending the defences of the Niagara frontier, or at
Kingston, reviewing and animating the militia. To-day at Fort George,
watching the enemy--the next at York, dissolving the legislature--and a
fortnight after, on his return from the capture of Detroit! To-day at
Fort George again--a few hours after at Fort Erie, endeavouring to
retake the brigs Detroit and Caledonia. And yet this most active and
energetic officer was compelled, by his _defensive_ instructions, tamely
to look on the _offensive_ preparations of the Americans for the
invasion of the province committed to his charge!

In conclusion, it is due to the memory of this excellent man to declare
that, eminent and undisputed as were his public virtues, he was no less
estimable in private life. In his own family he was the object of the
warmest affection, and his servants carefully preserved relics of their
dear master, as they styled him to their dying day. His cares and
anxieties had no reference to the wealth he should amass, but to the sum
of human misery he might relieve; and towards the close of his brief
career, as the prospect of increasing honors and emoluments opened to
his view, he contemplated his good fortune only as the means of
diffusing felicity, of drying the tear of affliction. Indeed, so totally
devoid was he of every mercenary consideration, that although he enjoyed
an ample income from his appointments,[109] by which at least the
purchase of his commissions might have been repaid, yet he left
literally nothing but his fair name behind him. Some of his nearest
relatives have since been cut off more prematurely, and far more
cruelly, than himself; but those who still survive him possess the
never-failing consolation which arises from the remembrance of his
virtues, and from the reflection that, though his blessed spirit fled
early from this world, they may meet again in the mansions of futurity.

Though the dead heed not human praise, yet the living act wisely in
commemorating the fall of a distinguished chief--the example is never
thrown away--and on this occasion it is gratifying to reflect, that
every posthumous honor was paid to the memory of one who had merited the
distinction so well. A public monument,[110] having been decreed