Miss H—rd—y, No. 45, Newman Street.

   Her look serene does purest softness wear,
   Her face exclaims her fairest of the fair.

This lady borrows her name from her late keeper, who is now gone to the India's, and left her to seek support on the wide common of independence; she is now just arrived at the zenith of perfection, devoid of art and manners, as yet untutor'd by fashion, her charms have for their zest every addition youth and simplicity can add. She has beauty without pride, elegance without affectation, and innocence without dissimulation; and not knowing how long this train of perfections will last, we would advise our reader to make hay whilst the sun shines.

(p. 21)