Handle with care

A singular and melancholy catastrophe occurred on the Point, Portsmouth. A young lad, named Barker, with another about his own age, was employed in hoisting into a loft a bundle of swords; Barker stood below; the swords were hauled up, and his companion not being strong enough to take them in at the door, let them fall, and one of the swords (impelled by the weight of the bundle) entered a little in front of the shoulder-bone, penetrated the lungs, and struck into his heart. The blood gushed from the wound as from a foutain; he spoke but twice, merely calling for his sister, and expired in three minutes.