Yet then did Gildon draw his venal Quill; / I wiſh'd the man a dinner, and ſate ſtill: / Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret; / I never anſwer'd, I was not in debt: / If want provok'd, or madneſs made them print, / I wag'd no war with Bedlam or the Mint.

The boys were badly scared by the austere and justicelike manner of ’Squire Eiler.

The answers to both questions are found in the Shastras of the Sanatana Dharma.

What will it take for me to reach him?