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Professor Sibthorp to J. E. Smith. 
My dear Sir, Athens, Nov. 1, 1794. 
I should have been happy to have sent youa 
pleasant letter from Athens; but from Athens I 
must this time write you a very mournful one. 
Poor Borone is no more! He was quite recovered 
from an intermittent fever that had attacked him a 
little before his departure from Constantinople, and 
on the evening of his unhappy fate was unusually 
gay, singing to a tune that Arakiel, Mr. Hawkins’s 
servant, played upon the guitar. A little after mid- 
night, we were waked out of our sleep by the cries 
of Francesco, who had fallen into the street, out of 
the window of the chamber where he slept with 
Arakiel. On the servants’ going down to him, he 
languishingly groaned to Arakiel, who was the first 
that came up to him, “ Ah! povero Francesco e 
morto !” James, the other servant of Mr. Hawkins, 
then coming up, he said, “ Ah! James, James !” and 
expired. 
As soon as Mr. Hawkins and myself heard that 
Francesco was hurt by his fall, we immediately got 
up, and went down to him. On taking him by the 
hand, I found the pulse gone, and no signs of life. 
We directly got him into the house, and attempted 
to bleed him, but without effect. His loins and 
back, on which he appeared to have fallen, were 
very much bruised ; but there was not the least ap- 
pearance of blood, nor could I find that any bones 
were broken. It had rained very hard on the pre- 
