Miss T—wnsd—n, No. 23, Russel street, Covent Garden.
Give me but thee, I'd make a heaven of earth,
Each night should give to new born pleasure birth;
The sun of joy should point continual noon,
And e'er an age of Noah, pass too soon.
Thus sung prince ———, when he first became bewitched with the dancing and singing of this sprightly piece, and in consequence placed her in a genteel lodgings, and for some time was, we believe, her sole enjoyer; but with all his bewitching power, his show of arms, his awful countenance; his martial figure, and his warlike voice, could not confine this amorous virago within the bands of constancy, on which account it is in general believed he left her, and now she trades the independant woman. Her beautiful complexion and her fine blue eyes open such a field for love, that whilst they retain their present lustre, she cannot be without admirers. Her shape is elegant, her stature tall and genteel, and taking her every feature conjunctively, we may say with the poet
Here youth and beauty, dancing in her hand,
Perform their mystic round of amorous joy.
She is now in her eighteenth year, and has only been engaged in our business ten months, and tho' she cannot be stiled an epicure, she is most undoubtedly a glutton, being particularly partial to that meal where four haunches are served up at once: in her company they are sure to be dress'd in taste, for she always chuses to spit them herself; and always has the greatest share in preparing the sauce; her price for turning cook is at least three guineas.