Miss H—nd—s, No. 6, Church-street, Soho.
Beauty like mine would warm a hermit's heart,
Remove his calmness and disturb his rest,
Expel religion from his sacred grove,
And all his passions soften into love.
It gives peculiar pleasure to the writer of this biography to present the public with as delightful a female as ever graced the Cyprian train; if unaffected beauty blended with extreme good-nature be entitled to notice, this charming goddess of health must certainly attract admiration. A captain in the marines was lately with this dying nymph (by which name she now assumes) this lady's conversation breathes so much of the accomplished woman of fashion, that we advise none but what are real gentlemen to approach that shrine of this delicate fair one; her disposition is lively, amorous and engaging; her temper indisputably (for sweetness) surpasses any we ever have had occasion to mention; her beautiful person is not only to be seen but to be admired.
Here you may gaze with rapture on a world of charms.
She has a wonderful art in raising up those of her male friends who are inclined to droop while in her enchanting company. She never wishes any gentleman to come a second time unless he proves himself to be a man of honour at the first visit; five pounds five shillings is the present this lady expects for the distribution of her private concerns. Twenty years have been devoted in bringing to perfection this adorable siren.