As I carried my idea out of the Opera Comique with me, I measured
every body I saw walking in the streets by it.--Melancholy
application! especially where the size was extremely little,--the
face extremely dark,--the eyes quick,--the nose long,--the teeth
white,--the jaw prominent,--to see so many miserables, by force of
accidents driven out of their own proper class into the very verge
of another, which it gives me pain to write down: --every third man
a pigmy!--some by rickety heads and hump backs;--others by bandy
legs;--a third set arrested by the hand of Nature in the sixth and
seventh years of their growth;--a fourth, in their perfect and
natural state like dwarf apple trees; from the first rudiments and
stamina of their existence, never meant to grow higher.

A Medical Traveller might say, 'tis owing to undue bandages;--a
Splenetic one, to want of air;--and an Inquisitive Traveller, to
fortify the system, may measure the height of their houses,--the
narrowness of their streets, and in how few feet square in the
sixth and seventh stories such numbers of the bourgeoisie eat and
sleep together; but I remember Mr. Shandy the elder, who accounted
for nothing like any body else, in speaking one evening of these
matters, averred that children, like other animals, might be
increased almost to any size, provided they came right into the
world; but the misery was, the citizens of were Paris so coop'd up,
that they had not actually room enough to get them.--I do not call
it getting anything, said he;--'tis getting nothing.--Nay,
continued he, rising in his argument, 'tis getting worse than
nothing, when all you have got after twenty or five and twenty
years of the tenderest care and most nutritious aliment bestowed
upon it, shall not at last be as high as my leg. Now, Mr. Shandy
being very short, there could be nothing more said of it.