ssed rather too much of her protector's
affairs, so the fair engrossed rather too much of the law; whether she
has yet given up ~20~~practice in the King's Bench I cannot determine,
but her appearance here signifies that she will accept a fee from any
side; Rose has long since lost every tint of the maiden's blush, and
is now in the full blow of her beauty and maturity, but certainly not
without considerable personal attractions; with some her _nom de guerre_
is _Rosa longa_, and a wag of the day says, that Rose is a beauty in
_spite of her teeth_. The _Moss Rose_ has recently changed her cognomen
with her residence, and is now Mrs. F**, of Beaumout-street; she was
never esteemed a _planet_, and may be now said to have sunk into a
star of the second order, a little _twinkling light_, useful to assist
elderly gentlemen in finding their way to the Paphian temple. The
_Cabbage Rose_ is one of your vulgar beauties, ripe as a peach, and
rich in countenance as the ruby: if she has never figured away with the
peerage, she has yet the credit of being entitled to _three balls_ on
her coronet, and an _old uncle_ to support them: she has lately taken a
snug box in Park-place, Regent's-park, and lives in very good style. The
belle in the brown chariot, gray horses, and blue liveries is now the
lady of a baronet, and one of three _graceless graces_, the Elxxxxx's,
who, because their father kept a livery stable, must needs all go to
_rack_: she has a large family living by Mr. V*l*b***s, whom she left
for the honour of her present connexion. That she is married to the
baronet, there is no doubt; and it is but justice to add, she is one
among the many instances of such compromises in fashionable life who
are admitted into society upon sufferance, and falls into the class of
demi-respectables. Among the park beaux she is known by the appellation
of the _Doldrums_ her two sisters have been missing some time, and it
is said are now rusticating in Paris." My friend Eglantine had evidently
fled away with the white crow, and the fashionables were rapidly
decreasing in the drive, when Crony, whose scent of ~21~~dinner hour is
as staunch as that of an old pointer at game, gave evident symptoms
of his inclination to masticate. "We must take another opportunity to
finish our lecture on the principles of _Citherian astronomy_," said
the old beau, "for as yet we are not half through the list of
constellations. I have a great desire to introduce you