Tho' I am not unhealthy, yet I am very weak, know
_maim_ therefore I hope it won't be long _maim_.
I am, madam, your most obedient,
Wednesday. M. NICHOLSON.
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LADY ARCHER, Formerly Miss West, lived to a good age--a proof that
cosmetics are not so fatal as has been supposed. Nature had given her a
fine aquiline nose, like, the princesses of the house of Austria, and
she did not fail to give herself a complexion. She resembled a fine old
wainscotted painting with the face and features shining through a thick
incrustation of copal varnish.
Her ladyship was for many years the wonder of the fashionable world,
envied by all the ladies that frequented the court. She had a splendid
house in Portland-place, with _et caetera_ equal in brilliancy and
beauty to, or rather surpassing those of any of her contemporaries.
Magnificent appendages were a sort of scenery. She gloried in milk-white
horses to her carriage--the coachman and footman in grand shewy
liveries--the carriage lined with a silk calculated to exhibit the
complexion, &c.
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