The Man with the Oiling-Can

IN ancient Essex once I saw an ancient man, Most motionless of men (By Tiptree, Tolleshunt Knights and Tolleshunt D’Arcy ran The ancient railway then), And in his wrinkled hand he held an oiling-can. It was at eventide, before the moon began Her slow, belated journey over heaven’s span; She did not rise till ten. … Continue reading The Man with the Oiling-Can


Heath, Wealth, Etc

WE WERE talking - rather loudly, I expect - about disease, poverty and ignorance, those notorious causes of war, when the very large man from the next table suddenly loomed over us. ‘Excuse me gents,’ he boomed. ‘Couldn’t help overhearing what you were saying.’ ‘Not at all,’ we said. HE TOOK a chair. ‘ ’Tain’t … Continue reading Heath, Wealth, Etc