As Ellen humm’d “The young May Moon” the while,
Her ear was startled by that double knock
Which thrills the nerves like an electric shock!
Her right hand instantly forgot its cunning,
And down into the street it dropt, or flung,
Right on the hat and wig of Mr. Gunning,
The jug that o’er her ten-week stocks had hung;
Then down the stairs by twos and threes she sprung,
And through the passage like a burglar darted.