With the stroke of six o'clock the Liberal officer came to take the Emperor. Before he had yet spoken, the Emperor said, "I am ready," and came from his cell, where he was surrounded by his few servants, who wept and kissed his hands. He said: "Be calm; you see I am so. It is the will of God that I should die, and we cannot act against that."
The Emperor then went toward the cells of his two generals, and said: "Are you ready, gentlemen? I am ready." Miramen and Mejia came forward, and he embraced his companions in death. Mejia, the brave, daring man, who hundreds of times had looked smilingly into the face of grim Death, was weakened by sickness and very low-spirited. All three went down the staircase, the Emperor in advance with a firm step. On arriving at the street before the convent he looked around, and, drawing a deep breath, he said: "Ah, what a splendid day! I always wished to die on such a day." He then stepped with Pater Soria into the next carriage waiting for him, the fiacre No. 10; for the republican Government probably thought it below its dignity to provide a proper carriage for a fallen Emperor. Miramon entered the fiacre No. 16, and Mejia, No. 13, and the mournful procession moved. At its head marched the Supremos Poderes. The carriages were surrounded by the Cazadores de Galeano, and the rear was brought up by the battalion Nueva Leon, which was ordered for the execution.
Though the hour had been anticipated, the streets were crowded. Everybody greeted the Emperor respectfully, and the women cried aloud. The Emperor responded to the greetings with his heart-winning smile, and perhaps compared his present march with his entrance and reception into Queretaro four months ago. What a contrast! However, the people kept quiet, and could not muster courage for any demonstration; only the soldiers were favored with odious names and missiles.
On their arrival at the Cerro de la Campaņa, the door of the Emperor's fiacre could not be opened. Without waiting for further attempts to do so, the Emperor jumped to the ground. At his side stood his Hungarian servant, Tudos. On looking around he asked the servant, "Is nobody else here?" In his fortunate days everybody strove to be near him, but now on the way to his untimely grave only a single person was at his side. However, Baron Magnus and Consul Bahnsen were present, though he could not see them.
Pater Soria dismounted as well as he could. But the comforter required comfort from the condemned. He felt sick and faint, and with a compassionate look the Emperor drew from his pocket a smelling-bottle (which my wife had given him, and which is said to be now in the possession of the widowed Empress of Brazil), and held it under his nose.
The Emperor, followed by Miramon, and Mejia, who had to be supported, now moved toward the square of soldiers, which was open toward the cerro. The troops for the execution were commanded by General Jesus Diaz de Leon. Where the square was open, a wall of adobe had been erected. In the middle, where the Emperor was to stand, who was taller than his two companions, the wall was somewhat higher. On the point of taking their respective positions, the Emperor said to Miramon: "A brave soldier must be honored by his monarch even in his last hour: therefore, permit me to give you the place of honor," and Miramon had to place himself in the middle.
An officer and seven men now stepped forward, until within a few yards of each of the three condemned. The Emperor went up to those before him, gave each soldier his hand and a maximilian d'or [three dollars twenty-seven cents], and said, "Muchachos ['boys'], aim well, aim right here," pointing to his heart. Then he returned to his stand, took off his hat, and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief. This and his hat he gave to Tudos, with the order to take them to his mother, the Archduchess Sophia. Then he spoke with a clear and firm voice the following words:
"MEXICANS: Persons of my rank and origin are destined by God to be either benefactors of the people or martyrs. Called by a great part of you, I came for the good of the country. Ambition did not bring me here; I came animated with the best wishes for the future of my adopted country, and for that of my soldiers, whom I thank, before my death, for the sacrifices they made for me. Mexicans, may my blood be the last that shall be spilled for the welfare of the country; and if it should be necessary that its sons shall still shed theirs, may it flow for its good, but never by treason. Viva independence! Viva Mexico!"
“Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.”
– Matthew 28:19