Floor, deploring my Fate, calling upon all that was good and sacred to succour me.  While I was in all my Agony, I observed a decrepid old Fellow come into the Room, and looking with a Sense of Pleasure in his Face at all my Vehemence and Transport.  In a Pause of my Distress I heard him say to the shameless old Woman who stood by me, She is certainly a new Face, or else she acts it rarely.  With that the Gentlewoman, who was making her Market of me, in all the Turn of my Person, the Heaves of my Passion, and the suitable Changes of my Posture, took Occasion to commend my Neck, my Shape, my Eyes, my Limbs.  All this was accompanied with such Speeches as you may have heard Horse-coursers make in the Sale of Nags, when they are warranted for their Soundness.  You understand by this Time that I was left in a Brothel, and exposed to the next Bidder that could purchase me of my Patroness.  This is so much the Work of Hell; the Pleasure in the Possession of us Wenches, abates in proportion to the Degrees we go beyond the Bounds of Innocence; and no Man is gratified, if there is nothing left for him to debauch.  Well, Sir, my first Man, when I came upon the Town, was Sir Jeoffry Foible, who was extremely lavish to me of his Money, and took such a Fancy to me that he would have carried me off, if my Patroness would have taken any reasonable Terms for me:  But as he was old, his Covetousness was his strongest Passion, and poor I was soon left exposed to be the common Refuse of all the Rakes and Debauchees in Town.  I cannot tell whether you will do me Justice or no, till I see whether you print this or not; otherwise, as I now live with Sal, I could give you a very just Account of who and who is together in this Town.  You perhaps won’t believe it; but I know of one who pretends to be a very good Protestant who lies with a Roman-Catholick:  But more of this hereafter, as you please me.  There do come to our House the greatest Politicians of the Age; and Sal is more shrewd than any Body thinks:  No Body can believe that such wise Men could go to Bawdy-houses out of idle Purposes; I have heard them often talk of Augustus Caesar, who had Intrigues with the Wives of Senators, not out of Wantonness but Stratagem.

it is a thousand Pities you should be so severely virtuous as I fear you are; otherwise, after a Visit or two, you would soon understand that we Women of the Town are not such useless Correspondents as you may imagine:  You have undoubtedly heard that it was a Courtesan who discovered Cataline’s Conspiracy.  If you print this I’ll tell you more; and am in the mean time, SIR.

  Your most humble Servant, REBECCA NETTLETOP.

  Mr. SPECTATOR,

’I am an idle young Woman that would work for my Livelihood, but that I am kept in such a Manner as I cannot stir out.  My Tyrant is an old jealous Fellow, who allows me nothing to appear in.  I have but one Shooe and one Slipper; no Head-dress, and no upper Petticoat.  As you set up for a Reformer, I desire you would take me out of this wicked Way, and keep me your self.

  EVE AFTERDAY.