Dollie Dutton, the little doll of a woman that created such an excitement in Philadelphia, will give her first levee at the New Assembly Rooms to-morrow evening. Dollie is said to be only nine years old, twenty-six inches high and weighs but thirteen pounds, and have none of the repulsive anomalies of a dwarf, but is represented to be a beautiful child. In a notice of her, the New York Tribune says:
“As a general rule we dislike anomalies, and never could understand why the sight of a six-legged swine should be deemed worth crossing the street. A calf with two heads is something extra; but, since he has but the brains of a calf after all, why run after and gape at him? Heads are good things in their place; but we prefer them with a good body to each. We can make allowance for the vanity of dropping in at the opera to see a decidedly beautiful damsel five feet high, and weighing from one hundred and ten to one hundred and twenty pounds; but how anybody can take delight in seeing at Barnum’s Museum a woman who stands six feet four in her stockings, or who outweighs a barrel of pork, or who sports a ferocious beard, we have never been able to imagine. But Dollie Dutton is no monstrosity, no dwarf even, but a miniature lady, nine years old, twenty-six inches high, and weighing thirteen pounds or about half the avoirdupois of Tom Thumb at her present age. She is an elf, a fay, a fairy, too child-like to play “Puck” in the Midsummer Night’s Dream, but so petite and dainty-featured as to look the part to a perfection which the heavy sided beef-eaters who usually personate that “tricksy spirit” can never approach. Dollie is a lady whom we hope to meet again.
The Daily Exchange 5/30/1860. Print.