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Miss D—gl—ss, No. 1, Poland-Street.
See through the liquid eye, the melting glance,
The buried soul in lovely tumults lost,
And all the senses to the centre sent.
She is of the middle size, light hair, blue eyes, and about twenty-two; she is a very agreeable companion, fings a good song, and is a buxom, lively, luscious bed-fellow, but has nothing re- markable above the common run of women of the town, who are young and handsome; she has been a sportswoman in the Cyprian Games about five years, and always expects two pounds two be- fore she is mounted.
Miss
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Miss Betsy H—ds—n, at Mrs. Kelly's,
Duke-Street, Saint James's.
How dull the spring of life would prove,
Without the kiss that waits on love;
From youthful lips you soon receive
The richest harvest lips can give.
Eloped from her friends in the country but a short time, flushed with all the amorous fire of youth insatiate, and ripe with every personal charm the heart of man can wish, this pleasing girl enters our list. The fresh country bloom still remains unimpaired, the rural vivacity is still the same, and united with a beauti- ful skin and complexion, we can present our readers with a temper and disposition that good nature and affability must call their own. Her teeth are regular, and very white, her eyes of the most lively hazel, which, without the least fire from Bacchus, shoot the most powerful glances; her hair a lovely brown, her breasts are small and never have been sufficiently subjected to manual pressure to deprive them of their natural firmness; she is willingly compliant to any liberty in company, that does not extend beyond the bounds of decency; but let nature come
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