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again to his friend, communicating the melancholy 

 intelligence of the death of his unfortunate at- 

 tendant, Borone. " He had quite recovered," says 

 the letter, " from an attack of illness, and on the 

 evening of his melancholy fate was unusually gay, 

 singing to a tune that Arakiel, Mr Hawkins' ser- 

 vant, played upon the guitar. Shortly after mid- 

 night we were awakened by the cries of Francesco, 

 who had fallen into the street out of the window 

 of the chamber where he slept. On the servants 

 going down to him, he languishingly groaned to 

 Arakiel, who was the first that reached him, ' Ah, 

 povero Francesco e morto!' and presently after 

 expired. We have every reason to think he was 



walking in his sleep The next day, at 



evening, he was buried at the Church of the Ma- 

 donna, 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 The archbishop, who a 



few days before had expressed the strongest obliga- 

 tions to the English nation, pitifully sent a papas 

 to demand 50 piastres (about L.12) for his permis- 

 sion to bury him. Yielding to the remonstrances 

 of the consul, he withdrew his preposterous claim, 

 but has since intimated that he would be glad of a 

 present. We mean to send him a Greek Testa- 

 ment, that a metropolitan, who has four suffragans, 



