His majesty hoped the Indians had seen every thing remarkable in Windsor, and told us we were welcome to see the interior of the lodge and pleasure grounds, that Sir Andrew Barnard would accompany us everywhere, to his stables, menagerie, aviaries, &c., and afterwards he trusted we would partake of some refreshment.  He also offered us the use of his carriages.  The refreshment was a truly royal repast,—­we eat on silver,—­the table groaned, as Mr. Heathfield would say, under the king’s hospitality.  We made a famous dinner,—­pine apple, champagne, claret, &c.—­servants in royal liveries behind our chairs.  After dinner the Indians gave us the war song, when, (in your uncle Savery’s poetry about Maria Easy,)

    “Tho’ the dogs ran out in a great fright,
    The ladies rushed in with much delight.”

[NOTE.—­These four Indians came to England for the purpose of endeavouring to recover lands which had been given to their tribe by Louis the Sixteenth, but it appears that they did not succeed.  They were very pious Roman Catholics, and those who saw them were much amused with their simple and primitive manners.—­ED.]

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Extract of a Letter from Walter Bromley, Esq., dated London, 15th April, 1825.—­From a Halifax N.S. newspaper.

[The Indian chief, who accompanied me to England, sailed in the Ward, for New Brunswick, a few days ago, loaded with presents to his family and people.  I think his appearance here has been more beneficial than if volumes had been printed on Indian civilization, and I am in hope that on both sides of the Atlantic a general sympathy has been excited.  The four Canadian chiefs have attracted much attention, and have been presented to his majesty by the brother of the late General Brock; they are the most interesting characters I ever saw—­are extremely polite—­and speak French fluently.]

Mrs. (Lieut.-Colonel) Eliot[140] to her sister, in Guernsey.

    QUEBEC, January 12, 1831.

With my kindest love to the Tuppers, tell them that I often see Colonel Glegg, who was Sir Isaac Brock’s aide-de-camp:  he is now Lord Aylmer’s civil secretary, and we meet very often.  He speaks affectionately of his old patron, and has made many inquiries relative to the family:  the tears come into his eyes when he talks to me of old times.  He and George (Lieut.-Colonel Eliot) were a great deal together during the war in the Upper Province.  The other day, at dinner at the chateau, he told me that he had had a visit from Sir Isaac’s old housekeeper, who is still living here in a similar situation to the House of Assembly, and gets L50 a year salary.  He knew her directly, and seemed quite affected when telling me that she had brought her credentials with her in case he had not recognized her, as many years had elapsed since they met; and she opened a pocket book carefully, which she had in her hand, and took a piece of