Mrs. D--f--ld, _at a Sadler's, Charles Street, Soho_. Then he began to rave and tear, And swore once more he'd try the fair To grace his notes he would take care, She gave her kind consent. He pitch'd the highest note he could, And kept the stops just where he should, Damon, says she, your musick's good, And I am now content. This lady, we are told, is remarkably fond of musick, and there is no _tune_ within ( 48 ) within _compass of the flute_ but she plays with the greatest dexterity; she is perfect mistress of all the _graces_, is never _out_ in _stopping_, and is full as well skilled in _pricking_; altho' the principal part of her _music_ is played in _duets_, and every _duet_ in a _natural key_, she has not the smallest objection to _two flats_; she has a variety of sweet notes, and many pleasing _airs_, and generally chooses the lowest part; every _shake and quaver_ she feels in- stinctively, and sometimes has played the same _tune_ over _twice_, before her partner has gone through it once, without the least deviation from true concord; she does not allow of any _cross barrs_, and is particularly partial to the _Tacit_ flute; her moving stars are as black and as round as the end of a _Crotchet_; no _flower that blows is like_ her cheek, or _scatters such perfume_ as her breath: no _advice can controul her love; she does as she will with her swain_, presses him _away to the copse_, puts the _wanton God where the bee sucks into her pleasant native plains_, soon after you feel the _graceful move_ and find _how sweet it is in the low-lands_; and should it be _in sable night, she loves to restore the drooping plant_, thinks _variety is charming_, and always _gives one kind kiss before she parts_; and ( 49 ) and as she is now only nineteen, can sing a French as well as an English song, and has a very good friend, whose name she at present assumes: you must not approach her shrine without being well fortifyed with _root of all evil_. ___________________________________ Miss B--nd, No. 28, _Frith-Street_. A rose-bud blows in either cheek, Round which the lily makes its bed; Two dimples sweet good nature speak, And auburn ringlets deck her head. Her heaving breasts pant keen desire, Their blushing summits own the flame; Her eyes seem wishing _something nigher_, Her hand conducts it to the same. Miss B--nd is a very genteel agreeable little girl, and is distinguished more by the elegancy of her dress, than the beauty of her person, which might perhaps have been ranked in the list of tolerable's, had not the small-pox been quite so unkind; she is, nevertheless, a desirable _well tem- pered ( 50 )