Jane was the daughter of Dutchess County politician Matthew Patterson, and the sister of Margaret Patterson,
the wife of Stephen Mitchell. The Mitchells were next door neighbors to Henry and his family.
When Stephen's sister Hannah and her husband, Dr. Joseph Brewer, both died,
Stephen and Margaret took in and raised their daughter, Eliza Clement Brewer. Eliza, born in 1798,
visited frequently in Henry's home
and remembered when, as a child, she heard Henry recite A Visit From St. Nicholas" to his
family. Eliza grew up to marry Henry and Jane's son Charles.
Records of the Presbyterian Church
This certifies that, according to the Records of the Presbyterian Church in Southeast, Putname County & State of New York, Mr Harry Livingston was married to Miss Jane M. Patterson, on the first day of September 1793 by the Rev. John M, Pastor of said church.
Southeast October 29, 1838
Extract of Letter, Feb 26, 1917
Gertrude Thomas to Cornelia Goodrich
Grandfather Livingston married for his second wife Jane Patterson, who, I am, sure, was a charming
little creature. The first Sunday after their marriage they were, very properly, going to church. The family coach was at the door, with its stout span of bays, and the family coachman in his well brushed livery on the driver's seat.
Down stairs tripped the bonnie bride all ready for a start, dressed according to the fashion of the day, in a scarlet cloak with white velvet hat and feathers.
Her husband, very plainly and gravely dressed, met her in the hall and looked at her with admiring but disapproving eyes, and said: don't you think dearie you are too gaily dressed for church?
No! she replied -- you always liked my style of dress before our marriage, when it was just as gay -- why object to it now? I am going to church with you and dressed in just this way!
After this decided reply what did Major Henry Livingston do but retire to his room, don his embroidered waistcoat, his shoes with paste buckles and his fine blue cloak with gold buttons.
When the bride and groom stepped into the carriage the old colored coachman looked very proud and happy and started his bays on a quick trot to come the two miles between Locust Grove and the village of Poughkeepsie.