Yes，theyhadbrokenit——thisgreatstrongheart，inwhichthefuneralcrapeofmonarchylay。Atfirstthephysicianandhisfriendshopedthatitmightbepossibletoovercomehismalady，butMirabeauwasnotflatteredbyanysuchhope；hefeltthatthepainswhichwererackinghisbodywouldendonlywithdeath。
Afteroneespeciallypainfulanddistressingnight，MirabeauhadhisphysicianCabanisandhisfriendCountdelaMarcksummonedtohisbed，andextendedtothembothhishands。“Myfriends，“hesaidtothemwithgentlevoiceandwithpeacefulface，“myfriends，Iamgoingtodieto-day。Whenonehasbeenbroughttothatpass，thereisonlyonethingthatremainstobedone：tobeperfumed，tastefullydressed，andsurroundedwithflowers，soastofallagreeablyintothatlastsleepfromwhichthereisnowaking。So，callmyservants!Imustbeshaved，dressed，andnicelyarrayed。Thewindowmustbeopened，thatthewarmairmaystreamin，andthenflowersmustbebrought。Iwanttodieinthesunshineandflowers。“
[Footnote：Mirabeau’swords——See“MemoiressurMirabeau，“vol。iv。，p。298。]
Hisfriendsdidnotventuretoopposehislastwish。Thegladiatorwantedtomakehislasttoiletandbeelaboratelyarrayedinordertofallinthearenaoflifeasaherofalls，andevenindeathtoexcitethewonderandtheapplauseofthepublic。
AllPariswasinthislastscenethepublicofthisgladiator；allParishad，intheselastdaysofhisbattleforlife，onlyonethought，“HowisitwithMirabeau？WillhecompelthedreadfulenemyDeathtoretirefrombeforehim，orwillhefallasthepreyofDeath？“Thisquestionwaswrittenonallfaces，repeatedinallhousesandinallhearts。Everyonewantedtoreceiveananswerfromthatstillhouse，withitsclosely-drawncurtains，whereMirabeaulived。Allthestreetswhichledthitherwere，duringthelastthreedaysbeforehisdeath，filledwithadensemassofmen，andnocarriagewaspermittedtodrivethroughtheneighborhood，lestitshoulddisturbMirabeau。Thetheatreswereclosed，and，withoutanyconsultationtogether，themerchantsshuttheirstoresastheydoongreatdaysofnationalfastingorthanksgiving。