In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles and gold laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester. He sat in the window of a little shop in Westgate Street, cross legged on a table, from morning till dark.

All day long while the light lasted, he sewed and snippeted, piecing out his satin and pompadour and lutestring; stuffs had strange names,and were very expensive in the days of the tailor of Gloucester.