(‘Tis fairly stock’d) of what it will produce:
And now my blessing, not as any charm
Or conjuration; but ’twill do no harm.”
Stephen, whose thoughts were wandering up and down,
Now charm’d with promised sights in London-town,
Now loth to leave his Grandam - lost the force,
The drift and tenor of this grave discourse;
But, in a general way, he understood
’Twas good advice, and meant, “My son be good;”
And Stephen knew that all such precepts mean