Reminiscences

On the laying of the corner stone of the Brock monument at Queenston Heights, and the final interment of the General who had fallen at the battle of Queenston, Oct. 13th, 1812. The remains of his Aide, Col. McDonald, were also deposited under the new tower.

A wail went o'er broad Canada,

When it was known a vile outlaw

Had at midnight's awful hour,

With ruffian hand blown up the tower.

'Neath which had slept the gallant Brock

Who bravely fell on Queenston's rock,

But graceful column soon shall rise,

Its beauteous shaft will kiss the skies.

For from Queenston's woody height

You may behold a pleasing sight,

The grim old veterans of the war,

Militiamen with many a scar.

Indian braves from each nation,

Grouped to pay their last ovation,

Round the remains of General Brock,

Who led them oft in battle's shock.

Old heroes now again do rally,

Feebly they move along the valley,

Not as they rushed in days of yore

When torrent like they onward bore.

And swept away the foeman's ranks

O'er Niagara's rugged banks,

So indignant was their grief

On losing of their warrior chief.

Now with triumphant funeral car,

Adorned with implements of war,

The sad procession slow ascends,

As round the hill its way it wends.

Marching to mournful, solemn note,

While grand old flags around it float,

And now may peace be never broken

'Mong lands where Saxon tongue is spoken.

"For peace hath victories by far

More glorious than horrid war,"

England doth Longfellow revere,

And America loves Shakespeare.

The oration on the above interesting occasion was delivered by the late Hon. William H. Merritt, projector of the Welland Canal. He served at the battle when a young man. We witnessed the interesting ceremony and shall never forget it.