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, sings a good song, and is a buxom, lively, luscious bed-fellow, but has nothing remarkable 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 before she is mounted.