On Friday night, while those who formerly were called _les maitres des basses oeuvres_* were erecting the scaffold at the Barrière de Fontainebleau, the _rapporteur_ of the court-martial, accompanied by the clerk of the court, repaired to the Fort of Vanves. * The executioner in France is officially styled _l’executeur des hautes-oeuvres_. Daix and Lahr, who were to die, were sleeping. They were in casemate No. 13 with Nourry and Chopart. There was a delay. It was found that there were no ropes with which to bind the condemned men. The latter were allowed to sleep on. At 5 o’clock in the morning the executioner’s assistants arrived with everything that was necessary. Then the casemate was entered. The four men awoke. To Nourry and Chopart the officials said: “Get out of here!” They understood, and, joyful and terror-stricken, fled into the adjoining casement. Daix and Lahr, however, did not understand. They sat up and gazed about them with wild, frightened eyes. The executioner and his assistants fell upon them and bound them. No one spoke a word. The condemned men began to realise what it all meant and uttered terrible cries. “If we had not bound them,” said the executioner, “they would have devoured us!” Then Lahr collapsed and began to pray while the decree for their execution was read to them. Daix continued to struggle, sobbing, and roaring with horror. These men who had killed so freely were afraid to die. Daix shouted: “Help! Help!” appealed to the soldiers, adjured them, cursed them, pleaded to them in the name of General Bréa. “Shut up!” growled a sergeant. “You are a coward!” The execution was performed with much ceremony. Let this fact be noted: the first time the guillotine dared to show itself after February an army was furnished to guard it. Twenty-five thousand men, infantry and cavalry, surrounded the scaffold. Two generals were in command. Seven guns commanded the streets which converged to the circus of the Barrière de Fontainebleau. Daix was executed first. When his head had fallen and his body was unstrapped, the trunk, from which a stream of blood was pouring, fell upon the scaffold between the swing-board and the basket. The executioners were nervous and excited. A man of the people remarked: “Everybody is losing his head on that guillotine, including the executioner!” In the faubourgs, which the last elections to the National Assembly had so excited, the names of popular candidates could still be seen chalked upon the walls. Louis Bonaparte was one of the candidates. His name appeared on these open-air bulletins, as they may be termed, in company with the names of Raspail and Barbès. The day after the execution Louis Napoleon’s name wherever it was to be seen had a red smear across it. A silent protest, a reproach and a menace. The finger of the people pending the finger of God. III. THE SUICIDE OF ANTONIN MOYNE. April, 1849.