Old-School Punishment

Old Master Brown brought his ferule down,   And his face looked angry and red. “Go, seat you there, now, Anthony Blair,   Along with the girls,” he said. Then Anthony Blair, with a mortified air,   With his head down on his breast, Took his penitent seat by the maiden sweet   That he loved, of all, the best. And Anthony Blair seemed whimpering there,   But the rogue only made believe; For he peeped at the girls with the beautiful curls,   And ogled them over his sleeve.