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Updated: May 8, 2025
On a corner of the lane stands the very old inn that is mentioned by Chaucer as the resort of the pilgrims whose deeds he has celebrated. It is now used by a linen-draper. The original vaulted cellars and overhanging upper stories still remain. Pressing onward, I soon reached a Gothic gateway, handsomely carved, but sadly old and decayed. It led into the grass-covered cathedral yard.
"Then I get the North Foreland, and the trippers come out from Margate, and I live on shore with my wife and By the way, I wanted to speak to you about my boy. He's getting up in years. What shall I make of him? A linen-draper, eh? In the Midlands, what? or something in a Free Library, handing out Charles Reade's books? He's at home now. Come and see him!"
She was going, she said, wittily enough, "to return to the cits what her father and brother had so frequently robbed them of." Chance having led her steps to the rue St. Martin, she was stopped there by a confusion of carriages, which compelled her first to shelter herself against the wall, and afterwards to take refuge in an opposite shop, which was one occupied by a linen-draper.
The son of a well-known linen-draper in Yolo, he was educated at the military college of Savannah. His chief fault was an overwhelming vanity, which betrayed itself in his unfortunate assumption of a pseudonym, and in the gorgeous Oriental costumes by which he rendered himself conspicuous and absurd.
"Yes, I am proud to say, he was a hosier to begin with, and a linen-draper to end with well-to-do in both lines.
Fortune would be avenged on me for having won the heart of Annette. 'The evil moment came; I had to go. I tried to run away, but I was caught by brutal soldiers, and they banged me with the butt-end of muskets till my mustachios curled with pain. I had a cousin a linen-draper, well-to-do, but very ugly. He had drawn a good number, and sympathized when they thumped me.
All this does not make for poetry, yet in this age there was one poet, who, although he does not rank among our greatest poets, was still great, and perhaps had he lived in a less artificial age he might have been greater still. This poet was Alexander Pope, the son of a well-to-do Catholic linen-draper.
Don't any of ye be a linen-draper, if you have got a chance to be a banker. How much is there here, Mr. Richard?" "We must consult the books to ascertain that, sir." "Must you? Then just turn your head away, Mr. Richard, and I'll put in a claw." Omnes. "Haw! haw! ho!" Richard Hardie resumed.
Why should I be judged by another man's conscience? But you see, Mr. Drew, and this is what I was driving at that you have it in your power to SERVE God, through the needs of his children, all the working day, from morning to night, so long as there is a customer in your shop." "I do think you are right, sir," said the linen-draper. "I had a glimpse of the same thing the other night myself.
"I think this young gentleman rides the handsomest animal in the town, Miss Bessie. I'm a great admirer of handsome animals, Mr. Forcus." "Is that so? Really?" said Reggie, supremely indifferent. He had no objection whatever to make the acquaintance of old Boult, the linen-draper although, of course, that difference between a successful draper and a successful brewer which Mr.
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