Miss Char—ton, same house as the last lady.
Heaven in her eye,
In every motion ectacy and love.
This is an old observation, but certainly a true one, that some of the finest women in England are those, who go under the denomination of ladies of easy virtue. Miss C— is a particular instance of the assertion; she came of reputable parents, bred delicately, and her education far superior to the vulgar; yet the address of a designing villain, too soon found means to ruin her; forsaken by her friends, pursed by shame and necessity; she had no other alternative, than to turn —, let the reader guess what.— She was long a favourite among the great, but some misconduct of hers, not to be accounted for, reduced to the servile and detestable fate of turning common. She is a fine figure, tall and genteel, has a fair round face, with a faint tinge of that bloom she once possessed, is rather melancholy, 'till inspired with a glass, and then is very entertaining company.
She lodges on the first floor, however, with the assistance of the last lady, who lives in the parlour, they sport a chariot, but some times the wheels get off, owing, we suppose, to the cash being low.