27 FEBRUARY 1836, Page 10

Fieschi, Morey, and Pepin, were guillotined on the 19th, on

the scaffold in the Place St. Jacques, in Paris. The Paris papers furnish the following particulars of their execution.

At six in the morning, the prisoners were told to prepare themselves. Pepin ate the wing of a fowl very composedly ; and Fieschi had a glass of some strong liqueur—not brandy, which he said he disliked. A bench was placed in the hall of the prison of the Luxembourg, between two columns ; and behind the bench were three chairs. The prisoners were led into this hall. Fieschi came first, and talked constantly, while his " toilette "—that is, the tying of his arms and the arrange. meet of his dress—was in progress. He complained pettishly that the attendants hurt him by tying his hands too tight. He addressed him- self to every person around him whom he had known in the prison. I' Is that you, Prussian? " said he to one of the keepers ; " and yell, young one," addressing another ? " you who was my friend, you come here to see me tied up in this way ? go, go away; all the others who are here are doing their duty, but you have none to perform here, there- fore go." He then held his head down for a moment, and appeared to be thinking ; then, assuming a solemn air, he said " Why was I not killed in Russia, instead of coming to have my head cut off in my own country ? But I declare to you all who are here present, that 1 have done service to my country by stating the truth ; I do not repent having done so, and I ought to serve as an example on the scaffold." Then, calling loudly to one of the attendants of the prison, lie requested him to approach, that he might shake him by the hand for the last time. Finding that the man hesitated, he said, " Are you afraid to come near me ? " The man then complied with Fiesehi's desire ; on which Fieschi thanked him.

The preparations being completed, Fieschi stood up and spoke thus-

" 'Gentlemen, I request you will bear witness that I have bequeathed my head to M. Lavocat. I have. done so in writing, and I suppose the law allows that W my will be respected. Where is the man whose business it will be to pick up 34 head. I tell him it shall not he his, but hi. Lavocat's. Yes, any head be- longs to M. Lavocat, my soul to God, and nay body to the earth. Now let the others be brought forth ; let them be placed before me ; I want to see them. This is my day of festivity."

Morey next made his appearance. The gray-headed old man was in a state of extreme decrepitude, but perfectly calm and collected : he did not open his lips, while Fieschi continued prattling in his chair directly opposite to him.

During the preparations that Morey was undergoing in silence, a man was seen close to the pillar, in a gray greatcoat, with a fur cap on his head, smok- ing his pipe. He appeared to be looking on as an indifferent spectator, and addressed a few words to his neighbours on the details of this ceremony. This man was Pepin. On being called by the executioner, he placed himself on the side of Morey, took off his coat anti neckcloth, which lie gave up to the keeper, saying, " Give these things to the Director ; " and while his hands were being tied, he continued smoking his pipe. His face did not show the least emotion ; his voice WAS not altered—he spoke very little. But, when the collar of his shirt was cut off, he turned towards Morey, and said, with a calm voice, " Well, my old Morey, it appears that we are going together into the other world !" Morey replied—" A little sooner or later, what does it mat- ter ? " A moment after Pepin cast his eyes on Fieschi. " Well, Fieschi," said he, smiling, " you are pleased, you are now opposite your friend, (checking himself)—I mean your victim." Fieschi attempted to reply, but was prevented by the Abbe Grivel. " Bah ! halt ! " says Fieschi, bursting into laughter, and at the same time perceiving M. Olivier Dupesne, principal inspector of the prisons, who held his snuff-box in his hand, he begged fur a pinch of snuff. The honourable functionary, to satisfy his last wish, placed a pinch of snuff' on his hand ; and Fieschi took it with a kind of eagerness.

At a quarter past seven, each prisoner was put into a separate car- riage. Pepin took his pipe from his mouth, and said firmly—" Gen- tlemen, the crime of Fieschi is confined to him alone : there is no other guilty man here besides himself." Fieschi declared that all he had said was true. Morey was too weak to walk : one of the men said to said to him—" Come, take courage ; " and he replied—" Cou- rage ! it's a pair of legs I want."

On the road from the Luxembourg to the place of execution, every house, tree, and elevated place, was thronged. A strong body of mili- tary and police preserved order. About three thousand persons were admitted within the barrier which enclosed the large space surrounding the scaffold. The Duke of Brunswick and an English gentlemen oc- cupied the window of a house opposite. Pepin first ascended the scaffold, at eight o'clock precisely : he bowed to the crowd, said not a word, and the guillotine fell almost be- fore be could be recognized. Old Morey came next : lie was abso- lutely lifted upon the scaffold : a thrill of horror spread through the multitude at the sight of his gray locks. Fieschi turned his head away—not, as he said, that be feared to look on, but because he would not seem to brave his comrades. He spoke to the assembly, but all that could be heard of his speech was, " I die fearlessly ; I have de- dared the truth."

In five minutes all was over, and in fifteen minutes the crowd bad entirely dispersed. Pepin was urged to make some confession at the foot of the scaffold, by his confessor and one of the police; but he refused—saying, "I will not compromise fathers of families." There was a slight collision between part of the crowd and a body of the soldiery, but nothing serious. The Cafe de Is Regence, No. 12, Place de la Bourse, has engaged Nina Lassave to preside at the contoir ! Her vogue far surpasses that of the lady of the Mille Colonnes. Crowds pay their twelve sous to have their coffee and a peep at the one-eyed mistress of Fieschi.