Miss Harriet B-r-n

There is something so very engaging in the person of this lady, that those gentlemen, who once visit her, seldom or ever fail repeating it. In her deportment she is free and open, without the least tinge of affectation, in size rather below mediocrity, fine dark hair, and bewitching black eyes; a complexion between the fair and brunette: her features are remarkably delicate, and, conjunctively taken, fully verifies the Poet. None can observe her features but approve, There's grace with beauty, dignity with love. Her breasts are finely proportioned, and delicately moulded for love's tender attack, and swell and recede the melting language of the heart; the grove beneath, delicately shaded by a sable thicket, is fraught with all its proper sensibility, and, well knowing the value of her charms, she is not one that can be sported with, not will she suffer any liberty beyond the strictest bounds of decency to take place, without the payment of one piece before hand.