Mrs. C—ild No. 24, Newman-street.
Let puny foplings talk of puny bliss,
Give me luxuriant bits that courts a kiss.
This lady is of a middle size, twenty-three years old, plump and fair, very wanton, wicked, blue eyes, her teeth tolerably good, her complexion of a delicate white, which, by the alliance of rouge, has the rose blended with the lily in a very voluptuous manner: a night's swim in this ocean of delight cannot be refused by the lovers of cheerfulness and good humour, when they know it is procurable at a trifling expense, but then it must be when a particular friend with whom she lives is not expected to give any interruption, this lady keeps the house.