to melt a haughty temper down to the standard of all complying love, let him repair to this imperious golden hair'd beauty, for however proud, she will stoop to conquer any bold _invader_; and you may lay her on her back by closing with her in the athletic exercise of wrestling, as she is very fond of Cupid's _hug_, and the amorous _lock_, and will wait your _further_ attack with becoming spirit, and engage your _champion_ of her _ring_, with a grasp, till he is reduced to _bend_ beneath the powerful squeeze, and _yield_ all the _metal_ he has about him to his circling antago- nist, who, so far from behaving ungene- rous, will give out in exchange as much, or more rich treasure of another coin, in token of mutual amity; in short she is as smart a little girl as you will in general see of her complexion and size, and bor- rows her name from a gentleman who is a very good friend, but does not expect her to confine the whole of her favours to him alone; but allows her to pick up her odd guineas as she pleases. Mrs. ( 77 ) Mrs L--w--s, _Upper Charlotte Street, Rathbone Place_. Sure nature cast one in her softest mould, All mild and gentle, never made to scold. West Indies gave birth to this daugh- ter of Momus by Venus; the warmth of the clime brought the charming girl's feel- ing to maturity at an early period, and a gentleman, whose name she assumes, first _trod_ down _Hymen's_ fence, and made her a perfect woman; but the natural warmth of her constitution soon compell- ed her to seek variety in our great mart; she therefore left her good friend, and now presents the world with a sweet chearful disposition, fine dark hair, and eyes of the same friendly hue; fine teeth, is short and plump, and we have not had her above eighteen months; she expects three guineas for a whole night, but if you make a short visit, one pound one shilling is the least. Betsy ( 78 ) B--t--sy, at Mrs. Kelly's, _Duke Street, St. James's_. --Endless joys are in that heaven of love, A thousand Cupids dance upon her smiles; Young bathing graces wanton in her eyes, Melt in her looks, and pant upon her breasts; Each word is gentle as a western breeze That fans the infant bosom of the spring, And every sigh more fragrant than the morn.