A pair of sweet pouting lips!

Here we present our readers with as pretty a man’s woman as ever the bountiful hand of nature formed; a pair of black eyes that dart resistless fire, that speak a language frozen hearts might thaw, and stand as the sweet index to the soul; a pair of sweet pouting lips that demand the burning kiss, and never receives it without paying with interest; a complexion that would charm the eye of an anchorite; a skin smooth’ as monument alabaster, and white as Alpian snow; and hair that so beauti- fully contrasts the skin, that nought but nature can equal. Descend a little lower and behold the semi-snow-balls. “Studded with role buds, and streaked with celestial blue,” (Harry List Miss W—lk—ns—n, No. 10, Bull-and-
Mouth Street.)