An Apology to Dr. Clayton, Bishop of Killala, and his Lady, who had promis'd to dine with the Author. Mary Barber Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 p. 94. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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An Apology to Dr. Clayton , Bishop of Killala "Dr Robert Clayton (1695-1758), Bishop of Killala and Achonry 1729-30, Bishop of Cork and Ross 1735. His wife was Catherine Donnellan, daughter of the Irish Chief Justice." (Tucker [1992], 214-215) , and his Lady , who had promis'd to dine with the Author . My Lord of Killala , I find to my Sorrow , I can't have the Honour I hop'd for , Tomorrow . But why I'm so wretched , my The Lady who deliver'd the Apology , Dublin , May 2 , 1730. Friend must rehearse ; For I never can write my Vexations in Verse . Disappointments are sent to poor Mortals to show , 'Tis in vain to expect to be happy below . Yet you've a fair Prospect , it must be confess'd , Who with Fortune , and Station , and Delia are bless'd ; With Delia , whose Soul is so fitted for you , Who shares , with such Pleasure , the Good which you do ; Who visits your See with far other Designs , Than conning your Rent-rolls , and raising your Fines . No longer let Rome her old Argument boast , That by Marriage the End of the Priesthood is lost ; That , toil'd and entangled in Family Cares , The Clergy forget their celestial Affairs : For , had she known Delia , she must have confess'd , That the Church , in the Marriage of Prelates , was bless'd .