with the greatest pleasure provide her gentleman with another companion; she is a genteel woman, and a very chearful companion, completely mis- tress of the sport, and can _turn_ and _twist_ in all the enchanting folds of love, and press you to her breast, In all the extatic raptures of a lover; will enjoy, or seem to enjoy, every _high toned_ sensation; will bend eagerly to meet the _succulent shower_ of b1iss, and repeat the amorous content as frequently as you please, being first _convinced_ that you will make her a guinea richer in the morning. ___________________________________ Mrs. Gr--ff--n , _near Union-Stairs, Wapping_. This is a comely woman, about forty, and boasts she can give more pleasure than a dozen raw girls. Indeed she has acquired great experience, in the course of twenty years study, in _natural philpsophy_, in the university of Portsmouth, where she was long the ornament of the back of the point. She is perfectly mistress of [ 142 ] of all her actions, and can proceed re- gularly from the dart of her tongue, and the soft tickle of her hand, to the exta- tic squeeze of her thighs; the enchanting twine of her legs; the elaborate suction of her lower lips, and the melting flood of delight, with which she constantly bedews the _mossy root_ of the tree of _life_, and washes the testimonies of man- hood; tho' past her meridian, she is still agreeable; her eyes are black as well as her hair, of which she has an abundance both above and below, her breasts are large but not flabby, and her skin is fair. Five shillings is her price, and she earns it with great industry: but if her lover seems capable of prolonging the _delicious banquet_, and is remarkably well provided, she will abate _weight_ for _inches_. Her chief and best customers are sea officers, whom she particularly likes, as they do not stay long at home, and always return fraught with love and presents. Mademoiselle ( 143 ) Madamoiselle Du Par, No. 19, _Carlisle- street, Soho_. Dieux; qu'a t-il vu, que d'appas enchanteurs! Sous un bosquet, d'ou coule une fountaine, Ou chaque mois le doux printemps ramene; Pour nos plaisirs, l'abondance & les fleurs, It voit un trou, le joli precipice; Ce n'etact point le trou de saint Patrice.