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Miss Betsy H--ds--n, _at Mrs. Kelly's,
Duke-Street, Saint James's_.
How dull the spring of life would prove,
Without the kiss that waits on love;
From youthful lips you soon receive
The richest harvest lips can give.
Eloped from her friends in the country
but a short time, flushed with all the
amorous fire of youth insatiate, and ripe
with every personal charm the heart of
man can wish, this pleasing girl enters
our list. The fresh country bloom still
remains unimpaired, the rural vivacity is
still the same, and united with a beauti-
ful skin and complexion, we can present
our readers with a temper and disposition
that good nature and affability must call
their own. Her teeth are regular, and
very white, her eyes of the most lively
hazel, which, without the least fire from
Bacchus, shoot the most powerful glances;
her hair a lovely brown, her breasts are
small and never have been sufficiently
subjected to manual pressure to deprive
them of their natural firmness; she is
willingly compliant to any liberty in
company, that does not extend beyond
the bounds of decency; but let nature
come
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come forth _unadorned_, get once the
enchanting girl in bed, she _opens_ all her
charms, and gives a sudden loose to such
a bent of amorous passion, she would fire
the most torpid dispolition; when once
you press her in your eager arms the
game must instantly begin, and scarcely
does she allow an introductory kiss, so
uncurbed is her appetite, and so fond is
she of _repetition_, that she would with
every lover that passes a night with her
to be able to say with Ovid,
Fair Betsy knows, when numbering the delight
Not less than _nine_ full tranfports crown'd the
night.
Only six months has this child of love
dealed out her charms in public, but well
knowing their value, is not quite satisfied
if she does not receive on _paper_ a proof
of their excellence.
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Miss Br--wn, No. 8, _Castle Street, Ox-
ford Market_.
Give me plenty of bub,
From the large brandy tub,
And I'll _spend_ the whole night in your arms,
I'll expose every part
Of my brown _apple cart_,
And stifle, quite stifle the _boy_ in its _charms_.
I hope none of our readers will proves a
Mr. L-d-tt, who, about six months ago,
from
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from a mere silly quarrel with this his fa-
vourite fair, thought it convenient to fin-
ish his existence in the _leaden way_; she
does not possess either youth or novelty
sufficient to tempt many, to act in that
way, having been at least seven years a
trading nymph to our knowledge; she is
tall, and genteelly made, with a fine skin,
and beautiful flaxen hair, but is too fond
of the brandy bottle to give that sincere
delight, that _mutual interchange of souls_
so necessary to stamp the _extatic rapture_;
she may, however, prove to those that
will drink a glass with her, and has no
objection to become as merry as herself,
a desireable piece, as she is neither extra-
vagant in her demands, or nice in the
choicee of her admirers.
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Mrs. D--f--ld, _at a Sadler's, Charles
Street, Soho_.
Then he began to rave and tear,
And swore once more he'd try the fair
To grace his notes he would take care,
She gave her kind consent.
He pitch'd the highest note he could,
And kept the stops just where he should,
Damon, says she, your musick's good,
And I am now content.
This lady, we are told, is remarkably
fond of musick, and there is no _tune_
within
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within _compass of the flute_ but she plays
with the greatest dexterity; she is perfect
mistress of all the _graces_, is never _out_ in
_stopping_, and is full as well skilled in
_pricking_; altho' the principal part of her
_music_ is played in _duets_, and every _duet_
in a _natural key_, she has not the smallest
objection to _two flats_; she has a variety
of sweet notes, and many pleasing _airs_,
and generally chooses the lowest part;
every _shake and quaver_ she feels in-
stinctively, and sometimes has played the
same _tune_ over _twice_, before her partner
has gone through it once, without the
least deviation from true concord; she
does not allow of any _cross barrs_, and is
particularly partial to the _Tacit_ flute;
her moving stars are as black and as
round as the end of a _Crotchet_; no _flower
that blows is like_ her cheek, or _scatters such
perfume_ as her breath: no _advice can
controul her love; she does as she will with
her swain_, presses him _away to the copse_,
puts the _wanton God where the bee sucks into
her pleasant native plains_, soon after you
feel the _graceful move_ and find _how sweet
it is in the low-lands_; and should it be _in
sable night, she loves to restore the drooping
plant_, thinks _variety is charming_, and
always _gives one kind kiss before she parts_;
and
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and as she is now only nineteen, can sing
a French as well as an English song, and
has a very good friend, whose name she at
present assumes: you must not approach
her shrine without being well fortifyed
with _root of all evil_.
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Miss B--nd, No. 28, _Frith-Street_.
A rose-bud blows in either cheek,
Round which the lily makes its bed;
Two dimples sweet good nature speak,
And auburn ringlets deck her head.
Her heaving breasts pant keen desire,
Their blushing summits own the flame;
Her eyes seem wishing _something nigher_,
Her hand conducts it to the same.
Miss B--nd is a very genteel agreeable
little girl, and is distinguished more by
the elegancy of her dress, than the beauty
of her person, which might perhaps have
been ranked in the list of tolerable's, had
not the small-pox been quite so unkind;
she is, nevertheless, a desirable _well tem-
pered
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pered piece_, and one that does not degrade
herself by her company or her actions;
she comes into our corps, in confequence
of her good keeper's leaving England,
and enlists a volunteer, in all the spright-
liness and vivacity of nineteen, with
beautiful auburn hair, and a pair of
pretty languishing blue peepers, that
seem at every glance to tell you how
nature stands affected below; nor will
those swimming luminaries deceive you;
_it_ is ever ready to receive the _well formed
tumid guest_, and as the _external crura_ en-
twine and press _home_ the _vigorous tool_, the
_internal crura_ embrace it, and presses out
the last _precious drops_ of the _vital fluid_,
which her hand, by stealth, conveyed to
the _treasure bags_ of nature, by tender
_squeezings_ seem to increase the undiscrib-
able rapture, at the _dye away moment_; in
short, during her performance of _venereal
rites_, she is all the heart of the most in-
flamed sensualist can wish, or any man
that has two spare guineas in his pocket,
can desire.