Friday, Nov. 7th, 1806.
AS THE AUTHOR WAS DISCHARGING HIS PISTOLS IN A GARDEN, TWO LADIES PASSING NEAR THE SPOT, WERE ALARMED BY THE SOUND OF A BULLET HISSING NEAR THEM. TO ONE OF WHOM THE FOLLOWING VERSES ON THE OCCASION, WERE ADDRESSED THE NEXT MORNING.
1.
Doubtless, sweet girl, the hissing lead,
Wafting destruction near thy charms,
And hurtling[13] o'er thy lovely head,
Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms.