It's fine talking, taking to other businesses; and going out as lackeys and servants, ifegs!
Who, d'ye think, would take, as lady's maid or nurs'ry governess, poor Miss Biffin, without either arms or legs?
And what great duchess or countess would like to have walking behind her, in Regent Street,
With a powder'd head and long cane, poor Thomas Short, the Lincolnshire dwarf, as measures only three feet?
Or what gentleman in the Park, driving his cab on a Sunday afternoon, would choose
For his tiger, stuck up behind in top-boots and white gloves, the Nottingham youth, as stands 7 foot 3 in his shoes?
To say nothing of the indignity of the thing: for how is a man to go to submit to come down,
From being a Royal Red-Indian Prince, to nothing but a poor common-day-labouring clown?
And the Siamese twins, oh! Gemini, they might advertise in the Times for a cent'ry,
Before any merchant would take them into his counting-house, to keep his books by double entry.