This comprehended a period of nearly ten weeks, during which an army was captured, and a journey of several hundred miles, by land and water, accomplished with extreme rapidity.
In compiling this memoir, we have been much struck with the rapidity of Major-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.