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 backward, 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 sat 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.