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PC.772.110
17-24 Oct 1772:1613 (302)
London. . . August 1. A correspondent says, that if every
man in England, guilty of Capt. Jones's crime were to suffer
the fate which now awaits that gentleman, Jack Ketch would
be the busiest man in the Kingdom for some weeks, perhaps
some months. The prevalence of this crime is one of the
blessed effects of our masquerades at the Pantheon, and Mrs.
Cornelys's.
There never was a stronger proof of the mutability of
fortune than in the case of Mrs. Cornelys's, who but a few
weeks ago, was in her own phrase, the Empress of the vast
regions of taste, and is now the lonely tenant of a sorry
room in the King's-Bench prison, not above eight feet
square.--But Mrs. Cornelys has only shared the usual fate of
sovreigns. The thunder strikes the lofty towers, while the
humble cottage remains unhurt. . .
A few days since died at her lodgings, at Paddington, the
celebrated Kitty Fell, on whom a song was written some years
ago, which was a favourite ditty through the Kingdom. Adieu
dear Kitty Fell!
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