The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1867-07-25

"Poor -Carlotta Macmillan was shot
faced to front. His last words were
Poor Carlotta !" How tender and touch
ing is this convincing illustration of the
manly and generous nature of the fallen
Emperor! Abandoned by finance, be-
trayed by Mexican follower, tried by a
military tribunal of his implacable enc
mics, condemned to death, and brought
out for execution, all interpretations in his
behalf from foreign powers having failed,
this distinguished victim of Napoeon's
grand idea" would have been Justified
had he devoted his last moments in de-
nouncing the contrivers of his destruction
and the barbarians thirsting for his blood,
and in deplorinS his untmely fall, in the
strength of his manhood and his hopes.
Macmillan was man of larger breadth
of mind and heroism than this. He had
deliberately cast his life in the scale in de-
fence of his empire, he had pledged his
word in the name of his imperial house at
Hapsburg to fight it out with his enemies,
and like true soldier, he was prepared
for this last disaster. He recognized his
fate as resulting from the fortunes OF war
and had neither denunciations nor regrets
on his own account to make. Like the
dying Gladiator at Rome:
He rocked not his life nor of his prize
His heart was home and that was far away
Face to face with his remorseless exc
cutioners awaiting the word but to ''frev
all thoughts of his lost empire and his low
estate gave way to those endearing memo
| IT II, I. l. -
his life, his happiness, his fate, and hi.
ambition with poor Carlotta !" As to
drowning man numerous events of hi:
past life running through many years oil
time are wildly reproduced in few feet
ing seconds, SO to this victim of Mexican
vengeance we're, no doubt, recalled in the
last moments of his earthly existence those
charming recollections Of his young, beau
tiful, accomplished and devoted wife
whereby he had become so fascinated Will
his Mexican empire and his hopes of the
Mexican people, that he could only rein-
quish them with his life. "Poor Carlot.
ta!" Her triumphal journeys, her fora
receptions. her welcome charities, her
gracious ways. her catholic piety and her
resistIess womanly gentleness among the
susceptible Mexi.ans, were all so faithful
ly devoted to his cause as to develop in
him the heroism of the feudal ages He
was her gallant knight, equipped by her
own fair hands for a glorious crusade she
was his queen of love and beauty, to whom
his word as soldier and his faith as a
devotee were pledged. All these tho'ts
in the presence Of the grave, doubtless, re-
CURED to him as memories of golden
dream, and from these and that thought
that she had hopefully b:aved the dangers
of the seas, and the doubtful generosity of
France in his behalf. only to be repealed
in despair, and to be doomed to living
death, came the inspiration to Macmillan
which was expressed in his last express
i've words-"Poor Car.ottav"
Nor is there in the records of history,
as the last words of dying saint or hero,
anything given which appeals SO tenderly
to our better nature, to all that beauties
and oftens the human character, as these
dying words of Neutrality-suspicious. Car
lotta." They will crown in history this
fallen man. However misguided he was
in his ambition or in his acts as q ruler,
those two words, with all their impresslng
and redeeminS associations, will crown
him with the flowers of affection and the
laurels of the hero. Had he rected and
eloquently indicated every step and act
in his imperial career he would failed to
reach the eloquent defence embodied in
his dying exclamation Of Poor Carlot'a".
To her they will be the words of restora-
ton or dissolution, for him they are the
wreath of Immortality. Poor Carlotta ~
-Neo York Herald.