Miss Fanny H-nl-y

This merry, little lively tit appears to be about sixteen, and is never to be met without a smile upon her countenance, and a frisky song at her tongue's end; she is very short, a brunette in complexion, with a lustfully sparkling eye, and jetty ringlets down her back. The sister hills, with their bewitching coral pinnacles, are irresistibly firm, and speak their silent language very forcibly to the heart. The grove beneath, shading the font of life, is drest in sable, and secures the internal mansion from any sudden attack. She is generally very expeditious in dying, therefore we would advise her antagonist to push the warm contest est with agility, or it will not be a dead heat; she is a very willing and amorous bedfellow, never against repetition, and such a good natured, and good temper'd creature, that she seems to say to every one, With thee secur'd, I'd smile at fortune's frowns, And all her threats defy, nor court her smiles.