rebellion; when the usher was admitted, whom my uncle accosted in
this manner: "Harkee, Mr. Syntax, I believe you are an honest man,
d'ye see--and I have a respect for you--but for all that, we must,
for our own security, d'ye see, belay you for a short time." With
these words, he pulled out some fathoms of cord, which the honest
man no sooner saw than he protested with great earnestness he would
allow no violence to be offered to him, at the same time accusing
me of perfidy and ingratitude. But Bowling representing that it
was in vain to resist, and that he did not mean to use him with
violence and indecency, but only to hinder him from raising the
hue and cry against us before we should be out of their power,
he allowed himself to be bound to his own desk, where he sat a
spectator of the punishment inflicted on his principal. My uncle,
having upbraided this arbitrary wretch with his inhumanity to me,
told him, that he proposed to give him a little discipline for the
good of his soul, which he immediately put in practice, with great
vigour and dexterity. This smart application to the pedant's withered
posteriors gave him such exquisite pain that he roared like a mad
bull, danced, cursed, and blasphemed, like a frantic bedlamite.
When the lieutenant thought himself sufficiently revenged, he took
his leave of him in these words: "Now, friend, you'll remember me
the longest day you have to live; I have given you a lesson that
will let you know what flogging is, and teach you to have more
sympathy for the future. Shout, boys, shout!"

This ceremony was no sooner over than my uncle proposed they
should quit the school, and convey their old comrade Rory to the
public-house, about a mile from the village, where he would treat
them all. His offer being joyfully embraced, he addressed himself
to Mr. Syntax, and begged him to accompany us; but this invitation