John Hazard Reynolds

John Hazard Reynolds (June 21, 1819 – July 1, 1875) was a U.S. Representative from the state of New York.

Reynolds was born in Moriah, New York, and attended the public schools in Sandy Hill, New York (now Hudson Falls) and Bennington, Vermont. He engaged in civil engineering and graduated from Kinderhook Academy in 1840. He studied law, was admitted to the bar, and began a law practice in Kinderhook in 1843.

He moved to Albany in 1851 and continued the practice of law. He was elected as an Anti-Lecompton Democrat to the Thirty-sixth Congress, serving from March 4, 1859 to March 3, 1861. He was not a candidate for renomination in 1860. He resumed the practice of his law and was appointed a judge of the commission of appeals of the State in 1873.

Reynolds died in Kinderhook, aged 56, and is interred in Kinderhook Cemetery.


  • John Hazard Reynolds at the Biographical Directory of the United States Congress
United States House of Representatives
Preceded by
Erastus Corning		 Member of the U.S. House of Representatives
from New York's 14th congressional district
1859–1861		 Succeeded by
Erastus Corning
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Name Reynolds, John Hazard
Alternative names
Short description Member of the US House of Representatives
Date of birth June 21, 1819
Place of birth Moriah, New York
Date of death July 1, 1875
Place of death Kinderhook, New York


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