Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-07-03

which would lead future aspirants for I'M
perial honors to steer clear of Mexico.
In the last trying ordeal Macmillan
proved himself true hero. Knowing his
wife TO be insane, on the day after his SEN
tence, the once happy lover of Miramar
wrote the following pathetic letter:
TO a,y belorcd CtlrloHa : If God ever permits
you to recover and to read these lines you will
learn the cruelty of the fate that has not ceased
to pursue me since your departure for Europe.
You carried with you my soul and my happi-
events-alas. so many unexpected and I'M
merited catastrophes have overwhelmed me
that have no more hope in my heart, and
await death as a delivering angel. l die with
| out agony. l shall fall with glory, like sol
dier like conquered King. If you have not
| the power to bear so much suffering, If God soon
reunites us shall bless the Divine and pater-
nal hand which has so rudely stricken us.
Adieu Adieui Thy poor MAX
Poor Max" indeed but infinitely
poorer Carlotta, to whom even
THE BOON OF DEATH
/ Is so long denied. Later, when a false re-
port reached him that the faithful wife was
dead, it was a melancholy relief, and from
that hour it is said that he looked forward
to his own demise with impotence, in the
| full conviction that her trials were already
ended in that undiscovered country which
| would witness their speedy reunion.
One who was an eye witness to the exc
cution tells me that on the last sad morn
| ing June 10, 1867 Macmillan arose very
early, received the sacrament for the dying
| at 4 o'clock. and Immediately afterwards
mass was celebrated then, turning TO the
Mexican officers, he announced himself
ready for death, and walked steadily out OF
prison between Miramon and Mejia. Oh
I Il 1axrf In Oh. f,,ll
marked have always wished that my
last day might be like this.n
As they neared the place of execution
he turned toward Miramon and said: "a
brave soldier should be honored by his
sovereign even in the final hour; therefore
permit ME TO give to you the post of honor,
and placed his comrade in the center
When the fatal moment came the prisoners
were not blindfolded nor bound, but put
themselves in position before the loaded
carbines of the officer and his seven men
Macmillan shook hands with each soldier
and presented him with a small sum oil
money; then pointing to his heart. said
Aim right here and stepped back into
line. Taking from his pocket a handker-
chief, upon which, in happier days,
POOR cARLoTTA
Had embroidered his coat-of-arms and
Imperial crown he wiped his forehead
with it, then handed it and his hat to the
faithful valet, Tudos, with minute direc-
tons to give them to his mother, the Arch
duchess Sophia, at Vienna-thus showing
that his latest thoughts, like those of most
children of larger growth when IN dire
extremity, turned instinctively to her
who gave him birth. Looking around
and seeing among all those who had
assembled to see him die no friend but the
weeping Tudos-who never deserted his
master from the time the happy pair sailed
! for Mexico till his dead body was returned
to Trieste-he said sadly, is no one else
here" Quickly recovering himself
with the words, TigG Merico p
upon his lips, he gave the signal
himself to the Republican barrels pointing
toward him, along which the first rays Of
the rising sun were glistening. Five shot:
were fired, the trio fell MORALLY wounded
and each died without struggle As the
Emperor sank slowly upon his side, he was
heard to whisper the Spanish word
" h0n,6re imam, but what thought was
passing in his mind will never be known
Time the great softener of all grievances
has brought the Mexican people to regard
Macmillan and his brief regime with
more of justice, and to-day, could the YER
dict of the Court-martial be recalled, he
would be allowed to depart in peace to his
own country. FANNIE B. WARD.