Then he raised himself and cried, "Long live the Republic!"
Another bullet struck him, he fell again. Then they saw him raise himself once more, and heard him shout in a loud voice, "I die with the Republic."
These were his last words.
In this manner died Denis Dussoubs.
It was not vainly that he had said to his brother, "Your sash will be there."
He was anxious that this sash should do its duty. He determined in the depths of his great soul that this sash should triumph either through the law or through death.
That is to say, in the first case it would save Right, in the second save Honor.
Dying, he could say, "I have succeeded."
Of the two possible triumphs of which he had dreamed, the gloomy triumph was not the less splendid.
The insurgent of the Elysée thought that he had killed a Representative of the People, and boasted of it. The sole journal published by the coup d'état under these different titles Patrie, Univers, Moniteur, Parisien, etc., announced on the next day, Friday, the 5th, "that the ex-Representative Dussoubs (Gaston) had been killed at the barricade of the Rue Neuve Saint Eustache, and that he bore 'a red flag in his hand.'"