When he came to himself Fletcher was with him. He then knew that he was dying, and seemed very anxious to make his servant understand his wishes. He was very considerate about his servants, and said that he was afraid they would suffer from sitting up so long in attendance upon him. Byron said, 'I wish to do something for Tita and Luca.' 'My lord,' said Fletcher, 'for God's sake never mind that now, but talk of something of more importance.' But he returned to the same topic, and, taking Fletcher by the hand, continued: 'You will be provided for--and now hear my last wishes.' Fletcher begged that he might bring pen and paper to take down his words. 'No,' replied Lord Byron, 'there is no time--mind you execute my orders. Go to my sister--tell her--go to Lady Byron--you will see her, and say----' Here his voice faltered, and gradually became indistinct; but still he continued muttering something in a very earnest manner for nearly twenty minutes, though in such a tone that only a few words could be distinguished. These were only names: 'Augusta,' 'Ada,' 'Hobhouse,' 'Kinnaird.' He then said: 'Now I have told you all.' 'My lord,' replied Fletcher, 'I have not understood a word your lordship has been saying.' Byron looked most distressed at this, and said, 'Not understand me? What a pity! Then it is too late--all is over.' 'I hope not,' answered Fletcher; 'but the Lord's will be done.' Byron continued, 'Yes, not mine.' He then tried to utter a few words, of which none were intelligible except, 'My sister--my child.' The doctors began to concur in an opinion which one might have thought sufficiently obvious from the first, namely, that the principal danger to the patient was his extreme weakness, and now agreed to administer restoratives. Dr. Bruno, however, thought otherwise, but agreed to administer a dose of claret, bark, and opium, and to apply blisters to the soles of Byron's feet. He took the draught readily, but for some time refused the blisters. At last they were applied, and Byron fell asleep. Gamba says: 'He awoke in half an hour. I wished to go to him, but I had not the heart. Parry went; Byron knew him, and squeezed his hand.' Parry says: