Sit nomen Domini benedictum.
From the prison room,May 20th,day of my deliverance.
KARL-LUDWIG SAND.
When Sand had given these two lines to the recorder,the physician came to him to dress his wound,as usual.Sand looked at him with a smile,and then asked,"Is it really worth the trouble?""You will be stronger for it,"answered the physician.
"Then do it,"said Sand.
A bath was brought.Sand lay down in it,and had his long and beautiful hair arranged with the greatest care;then his toilet being completed,he put on a frock-coat of the German shape--that is to say,short and with the shirt collar turned back aver the shoulders,close white trousers,and high boots.Then Sand seated himself on his bed and prayed some time in a low voice with the clergy;then,when he had finished,he said these two lines of Korner's :
"All that is earthly is ended,And the life of heaven begins."He next took leave of the physician and the priests,saying to them,"Do not attribute the emotion of my voice to weakness but to gratitude."Then,upon these gentlemen offering to accompany him to the scaffold,he said,"There is no need;I am perfectly prepared,at peace with God and with my conscience.Besides,am I not almost a Churchman myself?"And when one of them asked whether he was not going out of life in a spirit of hatred,he returned,"Why,good heavens!have I ever felt any?"An increasing noise was audible from the street,and Sand said again that he was at their disposal and that he was ready.At this moment the executioner came in with his two assistants;he was dressed in a long wadded black coat,beneath which he hid his sword.Sand offered him his hand affectionately;and as Mr.Widemann,embarrassed by the sword which he wished to keep Sand from seeing,did not venture to come forward,Sand said to him,"Come along and show me your sword;Ihave never seen one of the kind,and am curious to know what it is like."Mr.Widemann,pale and trembling,presented the weapon to him;Sand examined it attentively,and tried the edge with his finger.
"Come,"said he,"the blade is good;do not tremble,and all will go well."Then,turning to Mr.G--,who was weeping,he said to him,"You will be good enough,will you not,to do me the service of leading me to the scaffold?"Mr.G--made a sign of assent with his head,for he could not answer.Sand took his arm,and spoke for the third time,saying once more,"Well,what are you waiting for,gentlemen?I am ready."When they reached the courtyard,Sand saw all the prisoners weeping at their windows.Although he had never seen them,they were old friends of his;for every time they passed his door,knowing that the student who had killed Kotzebue lay within,they used to lift their chain,that he might not be disturbed by the noise.
All Mannheim was in the streets that led to the place of execution,and many patrols were passing up and down.On the day when the sentence was announced the whole town had been sought through for a chaise in which to convey Sand to the scaffold,but no one,not even the coach-builders,would either let one out or sell one;and it had been necessary,therefore,to buy one at Heidelberg without saying for what purpose.
Sand found this chaise in the courtyard,and got into it with Mr.G--.Turning to him,he whispered in his ear,"Sir,if you see me turn pale,speak my name to me,my name only,do you hear?That will be enough."The prison gate was opened,and Sand was seen;then every voice cried with one impulse,"Farewell,Sand,farewell!"And at the same time flowers,some of which fell into the carriage,were thrown by the crowd that thronged the street,and from the windows.At these friendly cries and at this spectacle,Sand,who until then had shown no moment of weakness,felt tears rising in spite of himself,and while he returned the greetings made to him on all sides,he murmured in a low voice,"O my God,give me courage!"This first outburst over,the procession set out amid deep silence;only now and again same single voice would call out,"Farewell,Sand!"and a handkerchief waved by some hand that rose out of the crowd would show from what paint the last call came.On each side of the chaise walked two of the prison officials,and behind the chaise came a second conveyance with the municipal authorities.
The air was very cold:it had rained all night,and the dark and cloudy sky seemed to share in the general sadness.Sand,too weak to remain sitting up,was half lying upon the shoulder of Mr.G--,his companion;his face was gentle,calm and full of pain;his brow free and open,his features,interesting though without regular beauty,seemed to have aged by several years during the fourteen months of suffering that had just elapsed.The chaise at last reached the place of execution,which was surrounded by a battalion of infantry;Sand lowered his eyes from heaven to earth and saw the scaffold.At this sight he smiled gently,and as he left the carriage he said,"Well,God has given me strength so far."The governor of the prison and the chief officials lifted him that he might go up the steps.During that short ascent pain kept him bowed,but when he had reached the top he stood erect again,saying,"Here then is the place where I am to die!"Then before he came to the chair on which he was to be seated for the execution,he turned his eyes towards Mannheim,and his gaze travelled over all the throng that surrounded him;at that moment a ray of sunshine broke through the clouds.Sand greeted it with a smile and sat down.
Then,as,according to the orders given,his sentence was to be read to him a second time,he was asked whether he felt strong enough to hear it standing.Sand answered that he would try,and that if his physical strength failed him,his moral strength would uphold him.