But having never hitherto been pressed with such a conjuncture of
things, as made it necessary to settle either the priority or justice
of their claims——like a wise man he had refrained entering into any
nice or critical examination about them: so that upon the dismission of
every other project at this crisis——the two old projects, the OX-MOOR
and my BROTHER, divided him again; and so equal a match were they for
each other, as to become the occasion of no small contest in the old
gentleman’s mind—which of the two should be set o’going first.
——People may laugh as they will—but the case was this.
It had ever been the custom of the family, and by length of time was
almost become a matter of common right, that the eldest son of it
should have free ingress, egress, and regress into foreign parts before
marriage—not only for the sake of bettering his own private parts, by
the benefit of exercise and change of so much air—but simply for the
mere delectation of his fancy, by the feather put into his cap, of
having been abroad—_tantum valet_, my father would say, _quantum
sonat._
Now as this was a reasonable, and in course a most christian
indulgence——to deprive him of it, without why or wherefore——and thereby
make an example of him, as the first _Shandy_ unwhirl’d about _Europe_
in a post-chaise, and only because he was a heavy lad——would be using
him ten times worse than a _Turk._
On the other hand, the case of the _Ox-moor_ was full as hard.
Exclusive of the original purchase-money, which was eight hundred
pounds——it had cost the family eight hundred pounds more in a law-suit
about fifteen years before—besides the Lord knows what trouble and
vexation.
It had been moreover in possession of the _Shandy_-family ever since
the middle of the last century; and though it lay full in view before
the house, bounded on one extremity by the water-mill, and on the other
by the projected wind-mill spoken of above—and for all these reasons
seemed to have the fairest title of any part of the estate to the care
and protection of the family—yet by an unaccountable fatality, common
to men, as well as the ground they tread on——it had all along most
shamefully been overlook’d; and to speak the truth of it, had suffered
so much by it, that it would have made any man’s heart have bled
(_Obadiah_ said) who understood the value of the land, to have rode
over it, and only seen the condition it was in.
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