Eighteenth Century Post-Bag
Miss [Peggy] Banks was the belle when I came first down.—Yet she had been so many seasons here, that she obtained but a faint and languid attention; so that the smarts began to put her down in their list of had-beens !—New faces, my dear, are more sought after than fine faces. A piece of instruction lies here,—that women should not make even their faces cheap.
Miss Chudleigh next was the triumphant toast: a lively, sweet-tempered, gay, self-admired, and, not altogether without reason, generally admired lady—She moved not without crowds after her. She smiled at every one. Every one smiled before they saw her, when they heard she was on the Walk. She played, she won, she lost—all with equal good-humour. But, alas, she went off, before she was wished to go. And then the fellows' hearts were almost broke for a new beauty.
Behold ! seasonably, the very day that she went away entered upon the walks Miss L. of Hackney !—Miss Chudleigh was forgot (who would wish for so transient a dominion in the land of fickledom !)—And have you seen the
new beauty ?—And have you seen Miss------?
was all the enquiry from smart to smartless.—