That she with double strength might take the field;
And, when victorious in some grand affair,
She [yielded] others as beneath her Care.
The first-born Child had every dawning Grace
And promis’d Beauty in her form and face.
“We’ll call her Julie, if you please, my dear,” 580
The Mother cry’d, “I doat on Julie Vere.”—
“What! no Remembrance of her Aunt! for shame!
You doat indeed! be Barbara her name!”—
“Oh! never, never”—and a storm began