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Covent-Garden Ladies for the Year 1788_ by Anonymous.


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HARRIS's LIST

     OF

COVENT-GARDEN LADIES:

        OR,

  MAN OF PLEASURE's

     KALENDER,

  For the YEAR, 1788.

      CONTAINING

The Histories and some Curious Anec-
 dotes of the most celebrated Ladies
 now on the Town, or in keeping, and
 also many of their Keepers.

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LONDON:


Printed for H. RANGER, (formerly at No. 23.
_Fleet-Street_,) at No. 9, _Little Bridge-Street_, near
_Drury-Lane Play-House_

Where may be had,

The separate LISTS of many preceding Years

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Transcriber's Note.

Words in italics in the book are enclosed between
underscores in this ebook. The original capitalisation,
italics, spellings, line breaks, hyphenation and (as
far as possible) page layout, are retained; the aim
thereby is to convey more accurately the flavour of
the original. Most errors (for example inconsistent use
of round and square brackets, and the misnumbering of
page 17 as page 71) have also been kept. However, a
small number of corrections have been made for the
convenience of the reader (where, for example, there
are no spaces between words).

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CONTENTS.

A

Antr*b*s, Mrs--Page 126


B

B*nd, Miss--49
B*lt*n, Miss--36
Br*wn, Miss--46
Bl*ke, Miss--54
Betsy--78
Br*wn, Miss--94
B*r*n, Miss Phoebe--113
B*rn, Miss--22


C

Cr*sb*y, Mrs.--25
         C*rt*n*y

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C*rtn**, Miss Fanny--33
Cl*nt*n, Miss--42
Cl*rk, Miss Betsy--43
Ch*sh*line, Mrs.--62
C*p*r, Miss--70
Ch*ld, Miss--96
C*sd*l, Miss Charlotte--103
C*p, Miss--104
C*tt*n, Miss Charlotte--115
Cl*rk, Miss--117
C*rb*t, Miss--122


D

D*d, Mrs.--52
D*v*p*rt, Miss--38
D*g*ss, Miss--44
D*f*ld Mrs.--47
D*v*nsh*re, Miss--91
D*v*s, Miss Nancy--106
D*rl*z, Madam--129


E

Emmey--111
Ell*t, Miss Emma--131


F

Fr*s*r, Mrs.--99
F*n*, Mrs. Charlotte--139
                    Gr*n,

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G

Gr*n, Miss--51
G**g*, Miss--41
Gr*c*r, Miss--86
G*rdn*r, Miss--123
Gr*ff*n, Mrs.--141


H

H*ds*n, Miss Betse--45
H*rv*y, Mrs.--60
H*ll*ngb*rg, Mrs.--73
H**d, Mrs.--72
H*st**ng, Miss Betsy--89
H*ll*n, Miss--128
H*nl*y, Miss Fann--137
H*ll*nd, Miss--17
H*rd*y, Miss--21


J

J*n*s, Miss Harriet--27
J*hn*t*n, Miss--68
J*n*s, Miss--101
J*ns*n, Miss--19


K

K*n, Miss--58
K*lp*n, Miss--107
K*bb*rd, Miss Jenny--138


L

L*nds*y, Miss--75
L*ws, Mrs.--77
Ll*d Miss Harriet--82
              L*st*r,

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L*st*r, Miss--15
L*ns*y, Miss--20
L*c*s, Miss--24


M

M*rt*n, Miss Sophia--31
M*nt*n, Miss--57
M*rr*s, Miss--63
M*lt*n, Miss--85
M*lsw*rth, Miss--88
M*ns*n, Miss Louisa--124


N

N*ble, Miss--31
N*t*n, Mrs.--92


P

P*mbr*k*, Miss--80
Du Par Mademoiselle--143


R

R*ss, Miss--34
R*b*ns*n, Mrs.--74
R*l*ns, Miss Betsy--66
R*ch*rds*n, Miss--23

                S*ms

               ( ix )


S

S*ms, Miss--35
S*tt*n, Mrs.--69
S*dd*ns, Miss Sarah--83
Sp*ns*r, Mrs.--35


T

T*wnsd*n, Miss--97
T*s*n, Miss--133
T*rb*t, Mrs--22


W

W*lkins*n, Miss--29
W*d, Miss--32
W*tk*ns, Miss Elizabeth--64
W*rd, Mrs.--100
W*d, Mrs.--67
W*ls*n, Miss--113
W*bst*r, Mrs.--119
W*ll*ms, Miss--135
W*rp*l, Mrs.--140
W*rn*r, Miss--144

          ERRATA,

               ( x )

ERRATA.

In page 42, Miss Cl--nt--n, at No.
   17, _read_ -------- Street.
Page 72 _read_ No. 4, _instead_ of No.
   14.
Page 77, _read_ Mrs L--w--s, at No. 68.



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INTRODUCTION.


   Again the coral berry'd holly glads the eye,
   The ivy green again each window decks,
   And mistletoe, kind friend to _Bassia_'s cause,
   Under each merry roof invites the kiss;
   Come then, my friends, ye friends to _Harris_ come,
   And more than kisses share, drink love supreme
   From his ambrosial cup, tho' oft replete
   Satiety ne'er gives, but leaves the ravish'd sense
   Supremely blest, and ever craving more.
   Come ye gay sons of pleasure, come and feast
   Your _every_ sense, and lave your souls in love,
   Fearless advance, nor think of ills to come;
   Here taste variety, of love's sweet gifts,
   Pure and unstain'd as at kind nature's birth.


THE parterre of Venus was never
more elegantly filled, never did
the loves and graces shine, with more
splendor than at present; Marylebone,
the now grand paradise of love, and
Covent Garden, her elder born, beam
with uncommon ardor; nor is our
antient Drury unfrequented; no sooner
do the stars above shed their benign in-
fluence, but our more attracting ones
                                below

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below bespangle every walk, and make
a heaven on earth; Bagnigge, St. George's
Spa, with all their sister shops, deal
out each night their choiceft gifts of love;
nor with the sons of pleasure be dis-
appointed should they extend their travels
still farther east, and visit the purlieus
of White Chapel.  The Royalty is
over full, and Wapping, Shadwell, and
the neighbouring _fields_ lend all their
lovely train to glad each night; these
then shall be our walks; from these gay
spots of pleasure shall we call love's
purest sweets,

         And without thorn the rose.

   By thus extending our researches we
shall be able to suit every constitution,
and every pocket, every whim and
fancy that the most extravagant sensua-
list can desire.	Here may they learn to
shun the dreadful quicksands of pain and
mortification, and land safe on the terra
firma of delight and love.

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    HARRIS's LIST

         OF

COVENT-GARDEN LADIES

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Miss L--st--r, No. 6, _Union-Street,
       Oxford-Road_.

   Oh, pleasing talk, to paint the ripen'd charms
   Of youth untutor'd in the female arts;
   To see instinctively desire blaze out,
   And warm the mind with all its burning joys.
   The _tell-tale eyes_ in liquid pools sustain'd,
   The throbbing breast now rising, now suppress't;
   The _thrilling bliss_ quick darting thro' the frame,
   The _short fetch'd sighs_, the snow white twining
        limbs,
   The sudden gush, and the extatic oh.

SUCH our all pleasing L--st--r
leads the train, and, smiling like
the morn, unfolds her heaven of beauties.
Oh, for a _Guido's touch_, or _Thomson's
                                thought_,

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thought_, to paint the richness of her
unequall'd charms; every perfection
that can possibly adorn the face and
mind of Woman seem centered in this be-
witching girl; hither resort then, ye
genuine lovers of beauty and good
sense; here, whilst _Plutus_ reigns, may
you revel nor know satiety; here feast
the longing appetite, and return with
fresh _vigor_ to every _attack_. Now arrived
at the tempting age of nineteen, her ima-
gination is filled with every luscious
idea, _refined_ sensibiiity, and _fierce desire_
can unite, her form is majestic, tall, and
elegant; her make truly genteel, her
complexion

   -----As April's lily fair,
   And blooming as June's brightest rose.

Painted by the masterly hand of nature,
shaded by tresses of the darkest brown,
and enlivened by two stars that swim in
all the essence of unsatiated love.

   Her pouting lips distil nectarious balm,
   And thro' the frame its thrilling transports
      dart;

which, when parted, display a casket
of snow white pearls, ranged in the nicest
regularity, the _neighbouring hills_ below
                                      full

               ( 71 )

full ripe for manual pressure, firm, and
elastic, and heave at every touch. The
