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"Woman, the New Factor in Economics." by Rev. Augusta Cooper Bristol. from The Congress of Women: Held in the Woman's Building, World's Columbian Exposition, Chicago, U. S. A., 1893.. Chicago, ILL: Monarch Book Company, 1894. pp. pp. 80-86. at The Celebration of Women Writers, University of Pennsylvania Digital Library

"Rev. Augusta Cooper Bristol is a native of New Hampshire. She was born April 17,1835. Her parents were Otis Cooper and Hannah (Powers) Cooper. In 1866 she married Louis Bristol, a lawyer of Connecticut. She is a woman of big brain, well stored with valuable information, and one of the most graceful and profound writers and speakers of the present day. Her principal literary works are a volume of poems and various published lectures, some of which have been translated into French. She is a member of no special church at present, but in faith is Unitarian, and not infrequently speaks from the pulpit. Her postoffice address is Vineland, N. Y." Augusta Bristol [1835-1910]


On Reading Dryden’s Virgil.

Now cease these tears, lay gentle Vigil by,
Let recent sorrows dim the pausing eye:
Shall Æneas for lost Creusa mourn,
And tears be wanting on Abella’s urn?
Like him I lost my fair one in my flight
From cruel foes—and in the dead of night.
Shall he lament the fall of Illion’s tow’rs,
And we not mourn the sudden ruin of our’s?
See York on fire—while borne by winds each flame
Projects its glowing sheet o’er half the main:
Th’ affrighted savage, yelling with amaze,
From Allegany sees the rolling blaze.
Far from these scenes of horror, in the shade
I saw my aged parent safe convey’d;
Then sadly follow’d to the friendly land,
With my surviving infant by the hand.
No cumb’rous houshold gods had I indeed
To load my shoulders, and my flight impede;
The hero’s idols sav’d by him remain;
My gods took care of me—not I of them!
The Trojan saw Anchises breathe his last,
When all domestic dangers he had pass’d:
So my lov’d parent, after she had fled,
Lamented, perish’d on a stranger’s bed.
—He held his way o’er the Cerulian Main,
But I return’d to hostile fields again.
Ann Eliza Bleecker [1752-1783]