piring countenance and soft languishing blue eye, which sets
half the delicate bosoms that surround him palpitating between hope and
fear; then a glance at his well-shaped leg, or the fascination of an
elegant compliment, smilingly overleaping a pearly fence of more than
usual whiteness and regularity, fixes the fair one's doom; while the
young rogue, triumphing in his success, turns on his heel and plays
off another battery on the next pretty susceptible piece of enchanting
simplicity that accident may throw into his way. "Who is that attractive
star before whose influential light he at present seems to bow with
adoration?" "A _fallen one_," said Crony, to whom the question
was addressed, as he rode up the drive in Hyde Park, towards
Cumberland-gate, accompanied by Bernard Blackmantle. "A _fallen one_"
reiterated the Oxonian--"Impossible!" "Why, I have marked the fair
daughter of Fashion myself for the last fortnight constantly in the
drive with one of the most superb ~13~~equipages among the _ton_ of
the day." "True," responded Crony, "and might have done so for any
time these three years." In London these daughters of Pleasure are like
physicians travelling about to destroy in all sorts of ways, some
on foot, others on horseback, and the more finished lolling in their
carriages, ogling and attracting by the witchery of bright eyes; the
latter may, however, very easily be known, by the usual absence of all
armorial bearings upon the panel, the chariot elegant and in the newest
fashion, generally dark-coloured, and lined with crimson to cast a rich
glow upon the occupant, and the servants in plain frock liveries, with
a cockade, of course, to imply their mistresses have _seen service_. I
know but of one who sports any heraldic ornament, and that is the female
Giovanni, who has the very appropriate crest of a serpent coiled, and
preparing to spring upon its prey, _a la Cavendish_. The _elegante_
in the dark _vis_, to whom our friend Horace is paying court, is the
_ci-devant_ Lady Ros--b--y, otherwise Clara W----.

By the peer she has a son, and from the plebeian a pension of two
hundred pounds per annum: her origin, like most of the frail sisterhood,
is very obscure; but Clara certainly possesses talents of the first
order, and evinces a generosity of disposition to her sisters and
family that is deserving of commendation. In person, she is plump and
well-shaped, but of short stature, with a fine dark eye and raven locks