Aged .... This is a Scotchwoman, and was one of those unfortunate
females that nightly infest the streets of the metropolis. In one of
her professional excursions she fell in with a butcher, and before she
parted with him robbed him of £20.
She appears more simple than mad. She says that Mr. Capper robbed her
of all her rings and jewels, muff, and all her fine things, when she
was first apprehended. She still preserves a broach, and a shilling,
which she carefully keeps wrapped up in a number of papers; which
shilling, she says, is to pay for a lodging, the first night she
obtains her liberty. She takes snuff, and although she feels much in
want of it at times, she is so scrupulously careful of her shilling,
that she will beg, borrow, or go without the exhilirating powder
altogether, rather than break upon this last remnant of her cash.