“Paris, 30th Ventôse, Year 12 of the French Republic.—P. Hulin, General of Brigade
commanding the Grenadiers on Foot of the Consular Guard, to Citizen Réal, Councillor of
State charged with the conduct of affairs relating to the internal tranquillity and security of
the Republic. I have the honour, Councillor of State, to address you a packet found on the
former Duke d’Enghien. I have the honour to salute you. (Signed) P. HULIN.”
The receipt of the package was thus acknowledged by Citizen Réal:—
“Paris, 2 Germinal, Year 12 of the Republic.—The Councillor of State, especially
charged with the conduct of all affairs relating to the internal tranquillity and security of the
Republic, has received from the General of Brigade, Hulin, commanding the Grenadiers on
Foot of the Guard, a small packet, containing hair, a gold ring, and a letter; this small
packet bearing the following inscription: ‘To be forwarded to the Princess de Rohan from
the former Duke d’Enghien.’
“(Signed) RÉAL.”
The last wishes of the unfortunate duke were not carried out. The packet
was never forwarded to his wife. She may have received the letter, but the
ring, the lock of hair, and some fifteen epistles, written in German, from the
princess to the duke, and found upon him after his death, remained, without
the duke’s letter, in the Archives of the Prefecture of Police. A fortnight
after the duke’s execution, his widow addressed from Ettenheim, on the
16th of July, 1804, the following letter to the Countess d’Ecquevilly:—
“Since I still exist, dear Countess, it is certain that grief does not kill. Great God! for
what frightful calamity was I reserved? In the most cruel torments, the most painful
anxiety, never once did the horrible fear present itself to my mind that they might take his
life. But, alas! it is only too true that the unhappy man has been made their victim: that this
unjust sentence, this atrocious sentence, to which my whole being refused to lend credence,
was pronounced and thereupon executed. I have not the courage to enter into details of this
frightful event; but there is not one of them which is not heartrending, not one that would
not paralyze with terror—I do not say every kind-hearted person, but anyone who has not
lost all feeling of humanity. Alone, without support, without succour, without defence,
oppressed with anxiety, worn out with fatigue, denied one moment of the repose demanded
by Nature after his painful journey, he heard his death-sentence hurriedly pronounced,
during which the unhappy man sank four{61} times into unconsciousness. What barbarity!
Great God! And when the end came he was abandoned on all sides, without sympathy or
consolation, without one affectionate hand to wipe away his tears or close his eyelids.
“Ah! I have not the cruel reproach to make to myself of not having done everything to
follow him. Heaven knows that I would have risked my life with joy, I do not say to save
him, but to soften the last moments of his life. Alas! they envied me this sad delight.