Miss —, No. 44, Newman-street, Oxford street.
Here stop your wandering steps, thou am'rous youth,
Behold this emblem of untainted truth;
Her eyes declare the secret flame within,
Her lovely form would tempt a saint to sin.
This petite belle has not yet attained her sixteenth year; and to make amends for her deficiency of height, she is elegantly formed, nor does she lack beauty. Her sparkling eyes would warm an anchorite. Her hair is beautifully fair: and her liveliness in conversation renders her a most agreeable companion. Two guineas will bring you better acquainted with this charmer; nor will you have cause for disagreeable reflections from her acquaintance.