He grew strongly attached to her, and, being a man rather advanced in years, became contented and happy, nor wished for any other but his dear Nancy. She was his own, and he was all she at that time wished or desired for; one or two little prattlers were pledges of their mutual regard, and till the day of the captain's death they lived " the happy pair." It is near two years since she lost her friend, by whose death she receives a little annuity, that will ever keep her from the necessity of parading the streets merely for support, and you are certain to meet with her at home at almost any hour of the day; in the evening the generally visits one of the Theatres, and always sits in the side boxes, in which place she contrives to chuse her spark, and if possible to take him home with her (for she never sleeps out,) where he will meet with snug com- fortable apartments, civility, good hu- mour, and a very engaging partner, whilst she continues good humoured; if he uses any language or behaviour to ruffle her temper, she can act the Virago as well as most of her sex. She is rather below mediocrity in size, with dark hair, flowing in ringlets down her back, languishing
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languishing grey eyes, and a very toler- able complexion, and a pair of pretty little firm bubbies. Her leg and foot is particularly graceful, always ornamented with a white silk stocking, and a neat shoe; she is a loving bed-fellow, and sincerely attaches herself to the enjoyment, feels the thrilling sensation with poig- nancy, and for one guinea will enjoy you as many times as you please.
N. B. She keeps the house, and you must not mention to her a syllable con- cerning her pretty lodger above, if you wish to be calm below.
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Miss Harriet J—n—s, St. George's
Hotel, opposite Virginia Street, Wapping.
For lips to lips, and Tongue to Tongue,
Will make a man of sixty young.
Yes, 'tis Harriet, the fair, still blooming Harriet, whose eyes are molded for the tender union of souls (let them but borrow a little fire from Bacchus) "by Heaven's, shoot Suns" whose nectar-distilling lips pour sweetest balm; whilst the soft silent lingual inter- course shoots powerfully through all the frame,
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frame, and awakes each dormant sense. When naked she is certainly Thomson's Lavinia.