This monument unhappily was entirely ruined through the agency of a man named Lett who, on April 17th, 1840, exploded gunpowder under it. This man was one of the rebels of 1837 who fled to the United States when his sedition was discovered. The motives that animated him were petty and spiteful, but if he thought that by destroying the outward and visible sign of Brock’s wonderful work, he was besmirching the memory of a great man, he was very wrong. Canadians flocked to Queenston, and at a public meeting there it was decided to build a monument even more imposing than the one so meanly destroyed. The foundation stone for this new monument was laid in 1853 and it was completed three years later. The formal inauguration took place on October 13th, 1859. From its base to its summit, a splendid image of Brock, the monument is 190 feet in height. So this man of action has been honored, but the greatest monument to his deed and his memory is in the hearts of the Canadian people. Canada may well be proud of him, for he saved our country in a very real and vital sense. He managed to crowd the few short years he was in Canada full of earnest and devoted service to the country he had adopted and had come to love. The splendor of his achievement shines out as a beacon, at once drawing attention to itself as a proof that Canada had its great ones a hundred years ago, and imposing on all Canadians the same high privilege of doing something to make glorious and keep stainless the fair name of their country. Reuben Butchart, a Canadian poet of power, has written a sonnet in commemoration of Brock, and this little book could not leave a better message with its readers than the beautiful words and even more beautiful thoughts that this poet gives us: On Queenston’s hill we reared thy lofty shrine, Where sleeps thy fiery heart, our gallant Brock. Our many-voiced acclaim shall here unlock Time’s chest of honors, proffering what is thine. Thy name is with the glorious names that shine O’er War’s red flood, a beacon on a rock. Thy soul, which bore its hour’s consummate shock. All valorous thou did’st to fame consign. Sheathed be the blade, nor seek through blood a name Our foes are of our household; mingled rife Through hourly needs there rings the vital strife With doubt and sin, the lust of honor, shame: O soul, live greatly; thy self-conquering life Shall breathe an inextinguishable flame. APPENDIX GENERAL HULL’S PROCLAMATION “Inhabitants of Canada! After thirty years of peace and prosperity, the United States have been driven to arms. The injuries and aggressions, the insults and indignities of Great Britain, have once more left them no alternative but manly resistance or unconditional submission.