List of Published Works
A Brief History of the Riker Family, from Their First Emigration to This Country in the Year 1638, to the Present Time (1851)
The Annals of Newtown (1852)
Harlem (city of New York): its origin and early annals (1881)
Evacuation Day, 1783, with Recollections of Capt. John Van Arsdale, of the Veteran Corps of Artillery (1883).
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| Name | Riker, James |
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| Date of birth | May 11, 1822 |
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| Date of death | 1889 |
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