Miss L-v-b-n

If we are not misinformed, this lady is one of the daughters of fortune, having a pretty good income left her by an old flagellant, whom she literally flogged out of the world, and will probably more, as she is as expert at this manœuvre as Mrs. B----ch herself, of Chapel Street, Soho. Indeed, she is very happily constructed for this bizarrerie, as the French call it, being of middle size, and well set together, and never leaves off, 'till her patient (for patient he must be in our opinion,) is completely gratified. Such gratification, good Lord keep us from! But it has been observed by a great Philosopher that there must be characters of every complexion and disposition to fill up the great chasm of nature; the chain of individual existence would not be complete if there were a single link wanting; and Miss L----n is so attentive to her interests, that she will never let a link escape her, to which she thinks she has any claim.

Economy is seldom a virtue practised by females of her profession, but we can produce an instance of it in this lady, which is as whimsical as it is extraordinary. The chandler's shop, which furnishes her with brooms, her chief birchen instrument of delight, has agreed to furnish her in turn, with tea, coffee, butter, bread, and all other articles sold in the shop at a considerable reduced price, on condition that she does not purchase brooms any where else; and it is generally believed it is a very advantageous contract for both parties.