Miss W-st

And so does W—t, we do not mean here old W--t, whose charms have been celebrated from Eve downward, and was ante Helenam caussa belli; but a fine buxom young girl, whose face is as beautiful as that of one of the Houris in the Mahometan's paradise; while her conversation gives the lie to the doctrine of that pseudo prophet, that women want souls, for it is as truly spirited, if she was all animation. She is but just newly slipped game upon the town, and as destitute of art, duplicity, or cunning, as if she had not yet come upon it. She has, however, one defect, which will disqualify her for roaring boys, that she drinks but little, and may be thought the less fit to keep it up; yet there have been instances, where she has shewn herself as fit for sport as those who get themselves reeling ripe for it. She is possessed of fine blue eyes and good teeth, and well deserves a couple of guineas.