And yet he long’d with youthful pride to show
He knew such things as farmers could not know;
These to the Grandam he with freedom spoke,
Saw her amazement, and enjoy’d the joke:
But on the father when he cast his eye,
Something he found that made his valour shy;
And thus there seem’d to be a hollow truce,
Still threat’ning something dismal to produce.
Ere this the Father at his leisure read
The son’s choice volumes, and his wonder fled;