Randal Leslie had a very long walk home: he was bruised and sore from
head to foot, and his mind was still more sore and more bruised than
his body. But if Randal Leslie had rested himself in the Squire's
gardens, without walking backwards, and indulging in speculations
suggested by Marat, and warranted by my Lord Bacon, he would have
passed a most agreeable evening, and really availed himself of the
Squire's wealth by going home in the Squire's carriage. But because he
chose to take so intellectual a view of property, he tumbled into a
ditch; because he tumbled into a ditch, he spoiled his clothes; because
he spoiled his clothes, he gave up his visit; because he gave up his
visit, he got into the village green, and sate on the Stocks with a
hat that gave him the air of a fugitive from the treadmill; because he
sate on the Stocks--with that hat, and a cross face under it--he had
been forced into the most discreditable squabble with a clodhopper, and
was now limping home, at war with gods and men;--_ergo_, (this is a
moral that will bear repetition)--_ergo_, when you walk in a rich man's
grounds, be contented to enjoy what is yours, namely, the prospect;--I
dare say you will enjoy it more than he does.