A Letter written for my Son to a young Gentleman, who was sent to be educated at the Jesuits College in Flanders. 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 pp. 128-130. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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A Letter written for my Son to a young Gentleman , who was sent to be educated at the Jesuits College in Flanders . Dear Jack , whilst you thro' Flanders roam , Can you forget your Friends at Home ? Say , will your Tutors give you Time To write to Hereticks in Rhyme ? A Name they brand us with , dear Youth , And we affirm they injure Truth . The sacred Page before us lies , Which you lock up from vulgar Eyes . In vain to Men a Light is giv'n , To point them out the Path to Heav'n ; If , lest their Sight should make them stray , Their Guides alone must see the Way . I fancy now you answer thus : Lord ! what's Divinity to us ? This serious Subject is unfit . To exercise a School-boy's Wit ; Then talk of other Matters , Con. Inform me how your Class goes on : Are you , poor Boys ! at School To-day , Whilst others are allow'd to play ? Dear Jack , that is our Case , 'tls true ; We envy them , and envy you ; You , who may ramble from your Book , To view the Towns Eugenio took ; Ev'n now , perhaps , attend the Story , How Marlbro' won immortal Glory ; Whilst he , who tells the wondrous Tale , At ev'ry Period turning pale , Still fancies Vengeance o'er his Head , And asks you — Are you sure He's dead ? P.S. I just heard happy News , dear Boy ; And Friendship bids me share the Joy : Hibernia has not pray'd in vain ; Lord Carteret declar'd the second Time Lord Lieutenant . Cyrus will visit her again ; Cyrus , long train'd in Wisdom's School , And by Countess of Granville . Mandana form'd for Rule . Author of the Travels of Cyrus . Ramsay , we find from whence you drew Those Characters admir'd in you : We Lady Carteret . Cassendana's Virtues trace , And lovely Form in Weymouth's Race . O would Mandana cross the Seas , And hear a People speak her Praise , With Britain vie to hail the Dame , Who , Earl of Bath , Father to the Countess of Granville . Granville , could exalt thy Name , Transmitting down thy Fame with Care , And double Lustre , in her Heir !