1771 Edition
Miss Betsey M-l-i-g
Vine Street, Hatton Garden
This is but a young convert to the worship to Venus, but does not allow any one the merit of having made her a proselite, as she became so by self conviction; she carries on business in the general way, but with the best sort; she is little. fair hair, hazle eyes, and a fine fresh complexion.
Miss Turn-r
Warwick Street
The daughter of an eminentt tadsman, who was capable of giving her ten thousand pounds for her fortune, but her fondness for the pastime of love, did not a little spoil her fortune in that particular; she is now in keeping, and in very high life, pretty tall, very delicate, fair hair, and excellent eyes.
Miss W-n
Wardour Street, Soho
A tall lady, rather inclined to be lusty, her hair is coal black, her eyes of the same colour, extremely piercing, and at one glance, conveys the language of a heart truly susceptible of every tender passion. At the same time that we are praising her for a handsome person, we must not forget the perfections of her mind which thine as conspicuous as the former. Herself, a stranger, to the too common vices of swearing and drunkeness, she detests it in another, and a person who is guilty of either of those habits, she never thinks a companion for her. Sensible of this certain maxim, that if necessity has drove her to this way of life, it does not follow that any necessity should make her infamous. � These thoughts, and this kind of behaviour, has obtained her many admirers, and some of them people of the first consequence; nor is it to be wondered at, for, with a man of sense, a woman of the same cast, will sooner gain an ascendency, than one of a loose and disorderly turn of mind. This lady is extremely particular in her choice of company, always having in view, that old, and, to many, a woeful proverb, I'll please my eye, if I plague my heart. From the above considerations, we hope we shall not be thought partial if we pronounce this lady to be the most valuable of any that appears in our list, as we do not doubt, but every person, who has been happy enough to have an interview with her, will entirely acquiese in our opinion, and exclaim in the words of the poet, �She's all that painting can express, or youthful Poets fancy when they Love."
Miss W-rd
11 Wells Street, Oxford Street
This Lady puts me in mind of the Statue of Pigmallion animated, her skin is like the finess marble vein'd with azure, yet soft as the down of a Cygret, her hair is the colour of that which the Poets have given to their Idol Goddess Venus,� While o'er her white Forehead the gilt tresses flow, Like the rays of the Sun upon hillocks of snow, Such Painters of old drew the Queen of the Fair, �Tis the taste of the Ancients, 'tis Classical Hair.� She is about twenty four years of age, has fine blue eyes and pursues the sport for two capital Reasons, Profit and Inclination.
Miss H-ds-n
Union Street, Oxford Market
That little arch Rogue Cupid, is certainly the most absolute power of all he celestial Deities, tho� he's blind, he can prevade thro� darkness, locks, bars, or bolts cannot stop his passage, he whips thro� the Key-hole, hides himself in a Snuff-box, or folds himself in a Billet-deux, he reigns in all climates, even the Alps or Apenines, where eternal Snow cannot be thaw�d by the Sun, he can penetrate his power, he try�d it on this young Lady in the Mountains of Wales, where she is a native of, the titulating dart flicks fast in her bosom without injuring her constitution, she is pretty plump, has brown hair, grey eyes, and is at present in keeping.
Miss Polly H-tchc-ck
Warwick Street
When a young fool comes to a good estate, he seldom studies in what manner he shall spend it, gaming, whoring, drinking are the common methods; yet the choice of company, even in these fashionable vices, ought to be consulted, Miss Polly is well acquainted with each, and her paramour an entire stranger to them; and, from his folly and fortune, it is imagined she will well feather her nest: she is tall, genteel, has fine black eyes and hair, and no one more fond of the mystic ceremonies of the Cyprian deity.
Miss W-d
Windmill Street
A very pretty black-eyed Girl, of middling Stature, about eighteen years of Age, fell in Love with a Gentleman in the Army, eloped from her Parents with him, about fifteen, who promis'd her Marriage but afterwards forsook her, necessity is her only excuse for her present way of Life, and it seems to be real, as she is very reserved and admits but very few to visit at her Toilet.