The Little Old Man by Hilaire Belloc — Read

It was in the year 1888 ("O noctes coenasque deum! " -- a tag) that, upon one of the southern hills of England, I came quite unexpectedly across a little old man who sat upon a bench that was there and looked out to sea.

Now you will ask me why a bench was there, since benches are not commonly found upon the high slopes of our southern hills, of which the poet has well said, the writer has well written, and the singer has well sung: --