The golden rays of the martyr's crown surrounded his dying head.

Many there were who breathed more freely on hearing the news of his death.

At the court in Vienna and in society at Budapest there was more joy than sorrow, the former having rightly foreseen that he would have dealt hardly with them.

None of them could guess that the fall of the strong man would carry them all with it and engulf them in a world catastrophe.
Franz Ferdinand will remain portrayed in history as a man who either loved or hated.

But his tragic end at the side of his wife, who would not allow death to separate them, throws a mild and conciliatory light on the whole life of this extraordinary man, whose warm heart to the very last was devoted to his Fatherland and duty.
2 There was a widely-spread but entirely wrongful idea in the Monarchy that the Archduke had drawn up a programme of his future activities.
This was not the case.