Arthur Baronets, of Upper Canada (1841)
- Sir George Arthur, 1st Baronet (1784–1854)
- Sir Frederick Leopold Arthur, 2nd Baronet (20 December 1816 – 1 June 1878). Arthur was a soldier. He was born at Plymouth, the son of Sir George Arthur, 1st Baronet, and Eliza Smith. He became a colonel, and succeeded to the baronetcy in 1854. He married Lady Elizabeth Hay-Drummond, daughter of the Earl of Kinnoull, on 24 April 1856. They had three children: Frederica Louisa Juliana Arthur (d. 23 March 1946), married Alfred Darby; Sir George Compton Archibald Arthur, 3rd Baronet; Captain Leonard Robert Sunkersett Arthur, CMG (23 December 1864 – 13 December 1903), died unmarried.
- Sir George Compton Archibald Arthur, 3rd Baronet (1860–1946)
- Sir George Malcolm Arthur, 4th Baronet (1908–1949)
- Sir Basil Malcolm Arthur, 5th Baronet (1928–1985)
- Sir Stephen John Arthur, 6th Baronet (1953–2010)
- Sir Benjamin Nathan Arthur, 7th Baronet (born 1979)
- Heir presumptive: Sir Gavyn Arthur, judge and former Lord Mayor of London.
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