When there was fighting to be done Hobart liked to be in it--that is all.

Of the fearless, dashing, adventurous Englishman, ready to go anywhere and do anything, Hobart was a brilliantly representative type.
Originally endowed with a most vigorous physique, his constitution became sapped at last by long years of hardship and fatigue incident to the vicissitudes of a daring, adventurous career.

He left Constantinople on leave of absence some months ago to recruit his shattered health, and spent several weeks at the Riviera.

But it would seem that he experienced little relief from the delicious climate of the South of France, and it was on his homeward journey to Constantinople that this brave and upright British worthy breathed his last.

The immediate cause of his death was, it is stated, an affection of the heart, a term covering a vast extent of unexplored ground.