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ceding day, so that the street was dirty: the night 
was dark, with frequent flashes of lightning. The 
opening of the window out of which he fell was 
extremely narrow, and appears not above eighteen 
feet from the ground. Te get out of it, he must 
previously have mounted on a box that stood near 
it, and then squeezed himself through. We have 
every reason to think all this was done in his sleep. 
On the opposite side of the room to this window 
was another, that opened upon a terrace, on which 
he was accustomed to walk. Perhaps, if awake, 
which I can scarcely conceive, he had forgotten 
which of the two windows led to the terrace. 
You may imagine that after this we passed the 
remainder of the night dismally enough. The next 
day nothing remained but to perform the last offices 
to poor Francesco. He was buried in the evening 
at the Church of the Madonna, under the shade of 
a mulberry-tree. The obsequies were performed in 
a very decent manner by four Greek priests, who 
chanted over him the burial service. Mr. Hawkins 
and myself, the British Consul, and some Sclavo- 
nians who were here, with the servants, attended 
the corpse. The Archbishop, who a few days be- 
fore had expressed the strongest obligations to the 
English nation, pitifully sent a Papas to demand 
fifty piastres (about twelve pounds) for his permis- 
sion to bury him. The Consul remonstrated with 
him on the impropriety and exorbitancy of the de- 
mand; when he sent a second message to say he 
would take half that sum. This produced another 
remonstrance from the Consul, when he repented, 
