A _Gard’ner_ and his _Landlord_.
A Man that had made himself a very Fine Garden, was so Pester’d with
a _Hare_ among his Roots, his Plants, and his Flowers, that away goes
he immediately to his Landlord, (a great Huntsman it seems,) and tells
him a Lamentable Story of the Havock that this poor _Hare_ had made in
his Grounds. The Gentleman takes Pity of his Tenant, and early the next
Morning goes over to him with all his People and his Dogs about him:
They call in the First Place for Breakfast, Eat up his Victuals, Drink
him Dry, and Kiss his Pretty Daughter into the Bargain. So soon as they
have done all the Mischief they can within Doors, out they march into
the Gardens to Beat for the _Hare_: And there down with the Hedges; the
Garden-Stuff goes all to Wreck, and not so much as a Leaf scapes ’em
toward the Picking of a Sallad. Well, (says the _Gard’ner_) this is the
way of the World, when the Poor sue for Relief to the Great. My Noble
Friend here has done me more Damage in the Civility and Respect of these
Two Hours, then the uttermost Spite of the _Hare_ could have done me in
twice as many Ages.
The MORAL.
_Appeals are Dangerous from the Weaker to the Stronger, where the Remedy
proves many times worse then the Disease._