Miss W—rn—r, at Mrs. Wood's, Lisle-
Street, Leicester-Fields.
Embrace me close, and join thy lips to mine,
There's no security in other joys;
Here happiness is rivetted alone;
Here nothing fades, nothing decays, the fweets
Immortal are, and never cease to spring.
This is a fine girl, lately come from Cambridge, and just dancing into her twentieth year, we have known her but a very little time, but from her com- plexion, which is bordering on the brunette,
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brunette; her lively hazel eyes, and the lovely pouting orbs of nature, we can venture to affirm her no bad sportswoman; the grove beneath is beautifully border'd by a sable fringe, the ruby portals of which when unfolded, display the coral tipt janitor strutting in all the luscious mess of full fraught womanhood, and will safely conduct the well erected engine into the harbour of delight, and bath him, in the choicest sweets of nature, for two pounds, two shillings.
We
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WE must now bid adieu to our cour- teous reader, and wish him every success that youth, health, love, and wine can possibly inspire him with; hoping, at the same time, that they will throw a friendly veil over all the unavoidable errors that may have happen'd in this work, and excuse that disagreeable tautology, which, for want of other words, we are necessi- tated to make, and not to be displeas'd if they find the same ladies in this list that appear'd before in other names; for, as their residence is chang'd as often as their names, it is almoft impossible but some such mistakes must happen; and hope that the attention that is now paid to the procuring the best and most respectable, will wipe off every other blot.
We likewise take leave of the ladies, and are particularly happy to think that what was formerly seen in the eyes of our world a disgrace, is now considered pleasing, delightful, and honourable.