Yes, Travis, happy spirit! joyfully
I follow thee to Immortality.
[While just then a Mexican Ensign appears on the crest of the breach, where he plants his standard, Elsie throws the torch into the powder-magazine. A loud crash follows:—the Mexican soldier with his flag falls to the ground;—the walls of the barracks cave toward the outside,—the Alamo sinks into ruins. While the Mexican band, stationed behind the breach, once more repeats the last part of the March.]
[The Curtain slowly descends,]