Miss Wells

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Here's a tid bit for Luxury in Love, Cupid has struck in the spring tide of life, she is now not above fifteen, with all the vivisity which generally attends such juvenile ladies, she nimost [almost] dies in the performance of the pleasing mystery the hallow�d rites of Venus, oh ! what rapture it is to have so delicate a morsel in our arms, her eyes languishing, her lips quivering. and her whole frame agitated by an extacy of pleasure, is not the very thoughts of this sufficient to warm the cold blood of an anchorite, she has fine large full eyes and dark hair.