Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies: or Man of Pleasure's Kalendar for the Year, 1788Anonymous
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Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies: or Man of Pleasure's Kalendar for the Year, 1788
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English wit and humor; Prostitution -- England -- London -- Humor; Sex -- Humor
This lady has lately been a teacher in a
French boarding fchool, but taking a li-
king to a young Clergyman in the neigh-
bourhood, she made a conjunction of
calvanism with the established church,
and he propagated the gospel in her _fo-
reign parts_ with great assiduity; but her
immoderate love of the sport, after
having once tasted the power of the _Bri-
tish constitution_, speedily brought her to
our market, here to her great discredit
and loss she has form'd a connection
with a boy by the name of N--wb--y,
brother to the noted attorney well known
as a flash man among the ladies, and one
whose principles will not bear the strictest
scrutiny. She is a tall, genteel looking
figure,
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figure, speaks English pretty well, fine
dark eyes and hair, a tolerable complex-
ion, thanks to Mr. Warren, who oc-
casionally fills up those indentions the
small pox has been busy in making, and
makes her a desirable piece enough.
Her low countries are said to be of am-
ple dimensions, and she is so publick spir-
ited, that she makes no distinction of
persons or nations; but will say, _je vous
remercie_, to any man for the smallest
piece of gold.
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Miss W--rn--r, at Mrs. Wood's, _Lisle-
Street, Leicester-Fields_.
Embrace me close, and join thy lips to mine,
There's no security in other joys;
Here happiness is rivetted alone;
Here nothing fades, nothing decays, the fweets
Immortal are, and never cease to spring.
This is a fine girl, lately come from
Cambridge, and just dancing into her
twentieth year, we have known her but
a very little time, but from her com-
plexion, which is bordering on the
brunette,
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brunette; her lively hazel eyes, and
the lovely pouting orbs of nature, we can
venture to affirm her no bad sportswoman;
the _grove beneath_ is beautifully border'd
by a _sable fringe_, the _ruby portals_ of
which when unfolded, display the _coral
tipt janitor_ strutting in all the luscious
mess of full fraught womanhood, and
will safely conduct the well erected engine
into the harbour of delight, and bath
him, in the choicest sweets of nature, for
two pounds, two shillings.
We
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