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 sweets
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 complexion, which is bordering on the 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.