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Note: Head Quarters Military District, WASHINGTON, D. C., March 15th 1864.
Pass the Bearer, Thos. B. Leggett
within the lines of the Fortifications to ALEXANDRIA, and return.
Reason: ----Businefs---
This Pass will expire March 17th 1864
By order of JOHN H. MARTINDALE,
Brig. Gen. And Military Governor,
Asst. Adj. Gen.
PHILP & SOLOMONS, ARMY STATIONERS, WASHINGTON, D. C.
[on back of pass:]
Age 40 Yrs
Height 5ft. 5 in
Complexion Light
Hair
Eyes
OATH OF ALLEGIENCE.
In availing myself of the benefits of this Pass I do solemnly affirm that I will support, protect and defend the Constitution and Government of the United States against all enemies, whether domestic or foreign; that I will bear true faith, allegiance, and loyalty to the same, any ordinance, resolution, or law of any State convention or legislature to the contrary notwithstanding; that I will not give aid comfort or information to its enemies; and further, that I do this with a full determination, pledge and purpose, without any mental reservation or evasion whatsoever: So help me God.
Thomas B. Leggett
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No. 293 Lenox Avenue (as of 1999)--a massive four story yellow-painted brick building dominating the southwest corner of the intersection of 110th and Lenox Avenues, Harlem. This building contains the apartment to which Thomas Bogart and Sarah Maria moved with daughter Florence sometime after 1887, perhaps upon the death of Thomas’s sister, Catherine Maria Leggett Allen in 1890, so Thomas could avoid the use of stairs, which aggravated his asthma. Here Thomas wrote most of his letters to his grandchildren in 1892-1893 (two included below), and here he died on 1 April 1895. Sarah and Florence likely remained here until they moved the short distance to No. 2094 5th Avenue in March 1900. No. 293, though apparently still solid, looks very sad, as the windows of its top three floors are all gone, filled in with concrete block, and one of the original entrances with its trim intact, a door which the Leggetts might have used, has been similarly blocked up, reduced to a steel security door, which lacks a number. The main entrance to the building, probably located on the corner, was long ago obliterated by the stores which take up the first floor. My first cousin once removed, Dorothy Wertz, still has the heavy red draperies with gold embroidery which once adorned those windows in No. 293. The upper floors of No. 293 may now be used as a warehouse, or possibly abandoned. The first floor around the corner is occupied by several small businesses. The small commercial building immediately to the south is No. 291.
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No. 2094 5th Avenue (as of 1999)-- the building that surely contains the apartment to which Aunt Florence moved with her mother Sarah Maria in March of 1900. Florence mentions only moving to a
...new and very pleasant apartment on the corner of 5th Avenue and 129th Street...and we chose, in preference the seventh and top floor, from which we had a beautiful and extended view from almost every window. My mother never tired of this charming outlook over city and wooded hills....Here my brothers loved to come, being always sure of her sweet and cheerful welcome.
No. 2094 is a seven story building, on the southwest corner of the intersection, still very attractive, in light buff brick with columns at the entrance and beautiful, if restrained detailing. From the outside, it appears to be in good shape as well, and if the neighborhood ever regains its stability, it might prove to be a desirable place to live. There is a small grimy store on the first floor, and the doors to the lobbies on each side are locked, due to the neighborhood. There is a derelict four story mansard-roofed red painted brick house on the northeast corner of the intersection. On the northwest corner is a small, three story, very new brick building of undetermined purpose, 1 West 129th Street. On the southeast corner, a four story brick apartment building from the 1930s or 40s, 2 East 129th Street.
Source:
St. Paul’s K Street Choir and Leggett History Tour
to New York City 18-21 June 1999
David J. Leggett, Julia H. C. Leggett
and son William H. S. Leggett (in utero)
[Woodlawn cemetery records consulted in late 2001 say Sarah died at 2089 Fifth Ave. Check of 1900 census on 26 June 2002 (Enumeration District #869, Sheet 11) shows she and Florence were living at 2098 Fifth with an unidentified Irish servant. (The ledger is water stained and difficult to read at the bottom.) The clerk at Woodlawn apparently transposed the numbers. So 2094 on the SW corner of Fifth and 129th is not the building. Rather, they lived at 2098, on the NW corner, now torn down and replaced with the new building noted above.]
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The New York Times, 14 and 15 February 1902
DIED.
LEGGETT.-On Thursday, Feb. 13, 1902, Sarah Maria, wife of the late Thomas B. Leggett, in her 76th year.
Funeral service at her late residence, No. 2,098 5th Av., entrance on 129th St., on Saturday, the 15th inst., at 2 o’clock. Relatives and friends invited.
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A SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF SARAH MARIA LEGGETT.
My mother was born at No. 106 State Street, New Haven, Connecticut, August 1st, 1823. She was the youngest child of Ebenezer Huggins, Jr. [(1781-1838)], and Sarah Wakeman Alvord [c.1785-?]. The Huggins family were among the earliest settlers in this country, first locating at Bradford, Connecticut. The original deed for this property is now in our possession, dated 1753, conveying property for a consideration of eleven hundred and twenty pounds, to John Huggins [c.1704-1757], during the Reign of King George the 2nd. Their coat of arms is a scallop shell with the motto "Break but not bend, death before dishonor." Ebenezer Huggins [(1748-1825)], my mother’s grandfather, was a "wealthy merchant," with a residence on Crown Street. He married Mary Dickerman [(1758-1837)], a descendent of the Puritans. His father and mother were John and Sarah Heaton [(1712-1799)] Huggins. Ebenezer Huggins took part in the War of the Rebellion; his record is to be found in "Connecticut Men of the Revolution." He was a member of the "Second Company Foot Guards" of New Haven. At the time of the invasion of the British in 1779 they took six prisoners from the town to hold as hostages, one of the number being Ebenezer Huggins. After leaving the harbor they encountered and captured a vessel from the West Indies loaded with brandy. All proceeded to sample the cargo with the result that they were sufficiently over come to allow of their prisoners securing a small boat and making their escape.
My mother’s sister, Louisa, Mrs. Yeaman [(1817-a.1902)], remembers her grandmother telling about the British firing on New Haven as they sailed away. She was at home with two little children when a cannon ball passed through the house and fell into a barrel of soft soap. With her baby in her arms she fled from the house to seek safety elsewhere. The whole story, I believe, has been published in the books of the New Haven Colony Historical Society. Howard Huggins [(c.1813-1897)], my mother’s brother wrote, "The grandchildren were in the habit of visiting grandmother by turns. I made long visits there during which I used to listen to the oft repeated story of the Revolutionary War and the attack on New Haven. It is all fresh in my memory to this day." My mother’s father and mother died of when she was a child, but she carried through life a sweet memory of her mother, who was not only a beautiful woman but a most lovely character; she was fond of horseback riding and sat her horse finely. She was the daughter of John Alvord [(?-?)], a highly respected citizen of Southport, Connecticut. He died at the age of ninety-five. An obituary notice says, "Passing through a long life of usefulness, he had a mild and happy disposition, which endeared him to all who knew him. It is but a few years since he was pensioned by the Government, having been engaged in the great cause of American liberty." He was wounded in the war so that both of my mother’s grandfathers suffered in the great cause of freedom. Among my mother’s papers I find part of a letter which she has marked, "written by my dear mother". It is from New Haven, Dec. 31st, 1835 to her son and is evidently intended to convey good wishes for the New Year. She says "How sweet at midnight’s silent hour the memory of the memory of a friend." It is at this late hour, my dear son, that I write you. All are now quiet and sweetly reposing, calculating to arise at an early hour to welcome the New Year." Just a fragment, but all that my mother had in her mother’s handwriting. She was said to be much like her. In a letter written by her brother Howard in 1854 he says- "You must not deny me the privilege of speaking of your goodness, for are you not the embodiment and very personification of our kind, dear departed mother in image and goodness." My mother was left a very sad little girl when her mother passed away. Her brother Edward [Eaton Huggins, (c.1807-1895)] was married and had a home in New Haven, and my mother for several years made one of his family, attending school at the Young Ladies’ Institute on State Street. Many of her relatives went to Yale, and uncle, Mr. Timothy Bishop [(?-?)] of New Haven, and seven of her cousins being graduates of that college. When a young girl she joined her sister Mary [Mrs. Frederick Alvord, (born c. 1815)] in New York and they spent some time together in a boarding house. One day when out walking in a pretty "pink frock," so the story goes, she passed a gentleman who fell in love with her on the spot. After making inquiries as to who the very pretty girl was, he declared, that if possible, he would make her his wife. They afterwards met at a ball, and the courtship was not long, for when only nineteen she married my father, Thomas B. Leggett, who, of course, was the young gentleman in question. Some years after, Samuel [Mott] Leggett, [(1820-1883)] my father’s brother, in an account of the family written in verse and called "Memories" refers to my mother as he remembered her at the ball.
"And Sarah, when I saw thee first, with Mary by thy side,
I little fancied that thou wouldst be a brother’s lovely bride.
I loved so deeply then myself, I had no time to see
The movement going on between our Tom and thee.
One scene I recollect full well- a tip-top fancy ball-
A pretty girl in white attire, a flower basket small.
A young huzzar with tarnished lace, a carriage at the door
A coming home at four o’clock,- Tom’s dancing days were o’er."
The wedding took place at St. Bartholomew’s Church, February 17, 1845. She was most attractive in appearance and manner. One of the family, writing from abroad says- "My congratulations to Thomas on his newly acquired jewel. Tell him I little thought when I saw him with that pretty little lady last winter at Madam Farrara’s ball that she would so soon be my cousin. We have the most exalted accounts of her from every direction, and have no doubt but that she merits it all." And so my father, then only twenty-two himself took his sweet young bride to his father and mother, living in the family homestead, "Rose Bank," situated on the East River, Leggett’s Point, Westchester. Here she received a warm welcome and became indeed a daughter of the house. For five years my parents lived in this hospitable home, my mother being a great favorite, particularly with her father-in-law. They were very congenial and took much pleasure together. The following is an extract from an amusing account he wrote in Old Testament language of an intended visit of my mother to New Haven.
"General Epistle to the elect citizens of New Haven. Now Sarah was fair to look upon and she was dainty in her attire and loved soft raiment exceedingly," and then came an account of her preparations to go, closing with-
"Praise her for she is good,
Praise her for she is prudent,
Praise her for she is wise (in her own conceit)
Praise her for she is the mother of a man child,
Praise her for she is a good mother,
Praise her for she is a good daughter."
My father built his first home, [The Hummock, in 1850] a comfortable house of good dimensions on Leggett’s Point, not far from "Rose Bank" and also overlooking the beautiful East River. Here my mother passed many busy, happy years, making, as she always did a charming home and entering into the sociability of the neighborhood as much as her family of little children would permit. My father was devoted to her. A letter from him in 1848 says "you are ever uppermost in my mind." She might have said the same, for she was his devoted companion, and when years of sickness came his tender and untiring nurse, always thinking of his welfare and happiness. After a time [1854] financial difficulties caused my father to give up this large place and move to West Morrisania. It must have been hard for my mother to leave the house she had helped to plan and had watched the building of, but she no doubt did so with the same cheerfulness with which she made every sacrifice. Afterwards the new home became very dear to her. The house was large and roomy and surrounded by well kept grounds. Her boys were growing fast and she was their happy companion, often on winter evenings going off to some neighboring pond to skate, and so was able with her perfect health and bouyant spirits to enter into their sports.
This beautiful letter was written to my brother Howard [Edward Howard Leggett, (1845-1927)] about this time and through life he has carried it with him.
Now about 155th St. N.Y. City Morrisania,
Westchester Co., N.Y.
"Our happy home."
Cosy Nook.
My dear Howard.
I must write a few lines to you, as I am very concerned about your present and future welfare.
You have now entered upon your business career. May you be prosperous, and whatever you acquire by ability and industry, be sure it is gained by honesty and strictly straight forward transactions, and if fortunate, never forget those that have not been as much favored. So not love money, but appreciate it for the good you can do and the pleasure you can give.
Let your daily prayer be
"Lead us not into temptation."
In city or country, wherever your home may be, you will find that you are not sufficient for yourself. You must ask guidance from a Higher power, and remember we are only placed here, perhaps for a short time. Let us so live that when the time comes to leave this world we may be prepared for a better one, where I hope to meet all my children.
Let me impress upon your mind the importance of observing the truth strictly and never to resort to deceit.
"Do as you would be done by."
I have great confidence in you; may it never be shaken. You, with all your love for me can never know the deep anxiety a mother feels for her children, not only as regards your well doing in this world, but a more important change.
Let your daily life be what I have asked, and your future will be a bright one.
Now my dear son, be cheerful, be happy, enjoy every rational pleasure, with moderation. I would not deprive you of them. Youth is the season for enjoyment, cares will come and we are better for some, anything but idleness. Remember and use your good influence over your brothers.
Now what I have written read carefully and do not destroy it. It may remind you of your duties if you should become negligent.
Accept it with the pure love of your
Mother.
West Morrisania,
August 21st, 1862.
In addition to the large family she was seldom without one or more visitors, who remained sometimes many months. My father was very hospitable and his home was always open to any who might wish to come. Two nieces and a young lady friend, were with my mother for a number of months. They were called "The three young girls of Morrisania." I can imagine how my mother, with her love of fun entered into all of their amusements. But my mother was also very sorrowful here for death entered the home twice. In 1854 [8 July] a sweet little girl, Ella, [Ellen Bowman Leggett, [(1850-1854)] nearly five years old died. This was a very great sorrow. My grandfather, who was at the time visiting a son [Samuel Mott Leggett, (1820-1883)] in Pontiac, Michigan, wrote a comforting letter saying- "The affliction you have recently endured has brought you close to my heart." In another letter about this time he closes with these words- "My dear, look not to men, nor books, nor creeds, nor traditions, but to the light of God in your own heart, ‘God is light’". My grandmother also wrote from Michigan a sweet letter of sympathy in which she recalled the time [1845-1850] when my father made their home at "Rose Bank." "I am pleased to think you are at our house; a change will be beneficial in every respect, and did it not re-call old times? The many happy hours we have spent together in our cosy corner in the parlor, the round table, scrap book, the everlasting sewing, that never would keep done, and yet gave pleasure in the doing, and then, at night fall, watching for the dear one, who had been battling in the world, and repaying him with the welcome home and the kiss of love. I look back to those days often and always with pleasure. You have ever been a good and dear daughter." A few years after Ella’s death dear little Norton [Norton Wright Leggett, 1855-1859] passed away [11 December 1859]. Mrs. Hughes [(?-?)] of New Haven, my mother’s cousin, writes in 1859 that she had heard of the "Perfectly lovely boy" and of my mother’s love, care and devotedness." "It was such a pleasure for me to think of your happiness amid that group of loved ones. Your young life had been sorely tried, severe afflictions were yours- your father and mother dead- that sweet mother that won all hearts to her, so like yourself, gone, and your childhood home no more, I hoped you would be spared further sorrow and that no evil might come nigh you more, that the sunshine might always last in that beautiful home."
At the time when the great Civil War was convulsing the country, 1863, William H. Leggett, my grandfather died suddenly in his town house No. 9 East 16th Street. His death was not only a great loss to my grandmother, [Margaret Peck Wright Leggett, (1794-1878)] but to all the family. She gave up the large house [Was this Rose Bank, which was not mentioned in William H.’s will, or No. 9 East 16th Street, which was left to her therein?] and some years later, [1867] when my father moved to [450 North Broad Street] Elizabeth, New Jersey, she decided to make her home with us. The summers of 1865 and ’66 were spent very happily at Deal Beach. My grandmother writes in her diary on March 1st, 1866, "I am better and have much cause for thankfulness, particularly in such loving, devoted children, who have been more than careful of the old mother. The time is now drawing nigh for me to leave the home of my dear Catherine Maria [Catherine Maria Leggett Allen, (1817-1890)] (her only daughter) to again spend the summer, God permitting, with my dear Thomas and his lovely wife in the cottage at Deal, New Jersey." In 1876 in a letter written to my father and mother my grandmother writes, "What shall I say for the long years of love and kindness from you but thanks, and wish that in after years you may receive the same loving care from those you love." Again "Let me with a grateful heart for many years of kindness and love shown me, wish you a Happy Christmas, and may the New Year find you in health and strength, surrounded, as now, by loving, good children. May they, in the days to come, when youth and strength fail, be your stay and staff. God bless you and yours is the sincere prayer of the Mother." I remember her as a beautiful old lady erect, stately and dignified. She passed away, after a short illness, in 1878. My mother for ten years had given her the devoted attention of a daughter. I can remember when she died how my mother grieved. It was the first time I had ever seen her in tears and it made a great impression. Of course, wherever my grandmother lived was headquarters for the family and we had a great deal of company.
I first remember my dear father and mother in our pleasant Elizabeth home, with its lovely garden, where I trotted about after my father. My mother was always busy and active, and she seemed to me a person apart and different from any other human being, and in my great love for her so has it ever seemed. Soon after coming to Elizabeth little baby Maude [born 25 April 1867] died [20 August 1867]. During the changing sunshine and shadow of the years spent in Elizabeth my mother was always the same, courageous and patient in times of trouble and thinking of everyone but herself. In 18[80s] my father’s only sister, Mrs. William M. [Catherine Maria Leggett] Allen took a house in [East] 126th Street [No. 51], New York and we were asked to join her there. She was a very dear aunt and my recollections of her are most precious. My uncle, Francis W. Leggett [(1833-1907)] and my aunt [Laura Lacey Acker Leggett,(1843-1897)] and cousin [their daughter,] Laura Lacey Leggett, (died 1938)] came into the family a few months later, and we passed a number of pleasant years together. In 1887, while we were living here my mother’s brother, Howard Huggins and his wife, moved to California. He was a fine man and in many ways resembled my mother in character. He died in Pacific Grove in 1897. His wife remained in California. Before starting on their journey she wrote, "How many kind friends we are leaving behind us! everyone so sweet and loving and you at the head of the list, ever so thoughtful, so good and true." For fifteen years letters were exchanged every week. "How very kind it was in you to write such good, long, kind letters, which were characteristic of every act of your life- the radiant sunlight in life’s memory." So wrote her brother. Many years before my mother’s sister Mary, Mrs. Frederick Alvord [(1815-?)], of New York City, passed away loved and respected by all. In 1895, Edward Huggins [born c.1807], her oldest brother, much loved by her, died at his home in Cleveland, Ohio. At this time (1902) one sister, Mrs. [Louisa Huggins] Yeaman of California, [born 1817] remains of a family of nine.
As my father suffered greatly with Asthma his doctor advised our removal to an apartment where he could avoid the constant use of stairs. This we did, [c. 1890] moving to No. 293 Lenox Avenue, and for the first time in my mother’s life she had a small family of three. My father seemed always delicate and had many long and serious illnesses, lasting sometimes months. My mother, with the same untiring devotion was ever his nurse and a more cheerful one it would be impossible to find. As a little child she said she was "always trying to catch the sunbeams" and this seemed to be characteristic of her through life, ever looking for the good in others, enjoying fully the little pleasures of everyday experience, and trying to make sunshine for all. One of her mottoes was not to speak unkindly of anyone. If it seemed impossible to say much in a person’s favor she refrained speaking at all, and avoided harsh judgment. She tried not to allow the conduct of others in regard to herself to influence her in the least. I have heard her say hundreds of times "It is not what they do but what I do that concerns me."
In February, 1895, my father and mother celebrated their Golden Wedding and soon after, on the 1st day of April my dear father died, just as my mother had nursed him through a long illness and we thought him almost well. His death was a great blow to my mother. She and I were then left alone. In the years that followed, my mother and I were inseparable. She was to me the most congenial companion I could have, for although her hair had gradually changed from the rich brown of youth to silvery white, still she never grew old in heart, did not dwell in the past, but in the present, never talked of her troubles, and had always the same interest in people and the affairs of the world. When the great trial came of being obliged to give up one activity after another and by slow stages at last to be confined to a wheel chair, she seemed to grow, if possible, more lovely. The wonderful cheer and vitality of her nature never failed, her eyes never lost their brightness, and, as my brother Howard wrote of her, "The light of love was ever on her face," brightening the way for others, so that people said "I never see her but I go away feeling better and happier" and as one said "To know her is to love her." Two years before her death, we, my mother and I, moved [March 1900] to a new and very pleasant apartment on the corner of 5th Avenue and 129th Street [2098 5th Avenue]. My brothers were married and long ago settled in homes of their own. Howard in [450 North Broad Street] Elizabeth, New Jersey, Clinton on [No. 73 East] 92nd Street, New York and Will in [314 Homewood Avenue] Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My mother was the proud grandmother of four children, Howard Clapp [(1876-1969)] and Mary Hills [(1878-1901)] by brother Howard’s son and daughter, were greatly loved by my mother, Howard giving her much pleasure during the last years by his weekly calls. Dear Mary, after a long and particularly trying illness [cancer] died in the twenty-third year of her age, July 27th, 1901, eight months before my mother passed away. She was in the bloom of her youth, sweet, unselfish and brave. This was indeed a trial for us all and my dear mother felt it deeply, but her one thought was to try and be a comfort to others. In Pittsburgh there was also a boy and girl, but much younger, Milton, born in 1894 [Milton William Leggett, died 1970] and Helen some years later [1899, died 1982]. My mother was always greatly interested in these two little grandchildren, and regretted that they lived so far away, for the baby, Helen, she never saw. And so my mother and I moved to our new home in March, 1900. She was then having great difficulty in walking. There was an elevator in the building and we chose, in preference the seventh and top floor, from which we had a beautiful and extended view from almost every window. My mother never tired of this charming outlook over city and wooded hills, and then the great stretch of sky and ever-changing sunsets meant so much to one who ever loved the beautiful as much as she. Here, in spite of increasing disability she was very happy. Here my brothers loved to come, being always sure of her sweet and cheerful welcome. When she passed on there were sad hearts and a vacancy none can fill. Her death occurred on February 13, 1902. She was the most beautiful character I have ever known and truly showed in her daily life, "The fruit of the spirit, love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance."
Florence Huggins Leggett.
[handwritten note:] While living at 129th and Fifth Ave. N.Y.
MOTHER
The light of love was ever on her face,
With kindly smile she greeted all.
Her words were warm with love,
Her thought for others, not for self.
Her love was deep and wide and true.
She was a mother firm, yet so gentle and mild,
By love she won and led each child.
She never grew old except in years.
The Word of God was in her heart;
From His command would not depart.
His Word sustained and ruled her life.
"Rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation."
Her ways were ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths were peace."
She has left a legacy of love and good;
Having lived a life as the child of God,
She has won the joy of higher life.
Her love, and light of life, the Lord.
[Edward] Howard Leggett,
Feb. 15, 1902.
MY MOTHER.
A life supremely beautiful and good-
Oh! For the master’s pen or brush, that could
Portray her charm, her loving grace
Or picture forth the sweetness of her face.
Mother, friend, devoted, loving, true,
Who delighted in kind deeds to do.
And made the home a place of peace and joy.
No words e’er passed her lips that could annoy.
Sunshine and flowers did not always lie
In her pathway, but they came when she passed by.
How sweet her happy laugh and kindly thought!
Her sympathy never failed, though often sought..
When clouds gathered, and the way seemed drear,
It was her courage that dispelled the fear.
Bravely overcoming, ever at her post,
Ready with comfort when it was needed most.
Did any want to rest or step aside,
The doors of heart and home flew open wide.
Her love went out to all, the young and old,
The story is the same by whoever told.
And when sickness seemed to hold her bound,
Her brightness still cleared the way, and we found
Her brave patience never faltered. Her dear
Unselfish thought planned for loved ones far and near.
She has passed through the shadow into glorious light,
Faith whispers she is happy, free and bright.
No sickness, death or sorrow for her the future holds,
The Father’s love forever our dear one enfolds.
Florence H. Leggett,
Feb. 19, 1902.
The following is an extract from a letter written by my grandfather, Wm. H. Leggett, in 1858 to my mother. It did not come to my notice until after the foregoing pages were finished, so insert it here, as it shows his appreciation of her beautiful nature, and she did indeed fulfill his desire by becoming a blessing. "Now my dear, you are to me very estimable, you are in my eyes a jewel capable of great brilliancy; may you improve your gifts and prove how great a gift is a truly wise and virtuous woman to the world in which she lives. You are capable of great things - - - - - In this world we shall have trouble, for whoso doeth well cometh in contact with evil and of necessity must war with it and "overcome evil with good". May this be your experience and then all men will call you blessed."
F.H.L.
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<b>Sarah M. <i>Huggins</i> Leggett
</b>Birth 1 Aug 1826 New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut, USA
Death 13 Feb 1902 (aged 75) New York County (Manhattan), New York, USA
Burial Woodlawn Cemetery Bronx, Bronx County, New York, USA
Plot Spring Lake Plots
Memorial ID 137048829
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