Miss M—nt—n, No. 55, Berwick-Street, Soho.
Toil all the night, and at the approach of morn,
When tir'd nature calls aloud for rest,
The wanton fair, a stranger to fatigue,
With eager fondness will renew the sport;
Entwine the busy limbs to force the joy,
Whilst through the parting lips, the playful tongue,
The vital fire thro' every nerve propels,
And drown the senses in love's potent stream.
Would the amorous devotee wish us to say more, perhaps he may require personal charms, even then he will not be disappointed; she is of the brunette cast, with fine languishing eyes, fine even teeth, plump, well formed, panting bubbies, and as she has now only entered into her nineteenth year, cannot possibly have lost the transports of mutuality; at present she trades the independant lass, having no particular friend to humour or offend; she takes her noon and evening excursions regularly, and enjoys, with unfeigned rapture, every man of pleasure that enters properly equipped for the sport; and her love of variety, and her attachment to the sport, is so very prevalent, that, provided the gentleman's pocket is sufficiently armed, there is not the least reason to fear she then will meet him midway, with true rapture, will grasp the pointed weapon with genuine female fortitude, and urge him home with singular delight, lesson his pride with becoming dignity, and ask repeated pleasures.———It is now only eight months we have been able to call her our own, and as she seems satisfied with one guinea, would recommend her as a deserving peice.