His Royal Highness the Duke of York to W. Brock, Esq.

    HORSE GUARDS, December, 1815.

The prince regent having been graciously pleased to command, in the name and on the behalf of his majesty, that the officers present at the capture of Detroit should be permitted to bear a medal commemorative of that brilliant victory, I have to transmit to you the medal[136] which would have been conferred upon the late Major-General Sir Isaac Brock, and which the prince regent has been pleased to direct should be deposited with his family, as a token of the respect which his royal highness entertains for the memory of that officer.

    I am, Sir, yours, FREDERICK,
    Commander-in-Chief.

In the year 1817, Mr. Savery Brock visited the United States and Canada, and, while in the latter country, received the grants of the 12,000 acres of land voted by the legislature of the Upper Province to the four brothers of Sir Isaac Brock, The letters written by him during his travels were highly prized at the time, and the following are brief extracts from them: 

    YORK, Upper Canada, Aug. 20 to 25, 1817.

I travelled with three gentlemen from New York as far as Fort George, where they left me on their return by Montreal.  We crossed at Buffalo on the 9th instant, at which place we arrived half an hour before the President; and although one of our party (Mr. Gouverneur) was his nephew, we did not delay our journey to have a view of his countenance, and came over to Fort Erie, or, properly speaking, its remains.  Seven miles from the Fort, we stopped the next morning to breakfast at a house where Isaac had lived six months, and the landlord told me with tears:  “He was a friend and a father to me.  I was close to him when he was shot;”—­with these words, unable from his feelings to add more, he walked away quickly up his orchard....  On paying my respects to Mrs. Powell, the lady of the present chief justice, and to Mrs. Claus, they were greatly affected, and shed tears; and Mr. Scott, on whom I called yesterday, was equally so.  Every one here is most kind—­Isaac truly lived in their hearts:  from one end of Canada to the other, he is beloved to a degree you can scarcely imagine—­his memory will long live among them.  “To your brother, Sir, we are indebted for the preservation of this province,” is a sentiment that comes from the heart, and is in the mouths of too many to be flattery.  This is pleasing, no doubt, to me, but it is a mournful pleasure, and recalls to me the past.  I dine at five with the gentlemen of this town, and I see a splendid table laid out up stairs—­the garrison is invited.  I found no way to avoid these marks of respect to Isaac’s memory.  I assure you that it is truly unpleasant to me to see so many persons putting themselves in some degree out of their way to gratify me, as I think it, though I am aware they do it to satisfy their own feelings.  I should also mention, that