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Bonsall was born on February 10, 1846, in Cincinnatti, Ohio, the son of Samuel Bonsall and Mary Mills. He went to school in Cincinnatti and Ironton, Ohio.
He was married on October 2, 1871, in Portsmouth, Ohio, to Ellen Doddridge McFarland of Los Angeles, and they had five children, Samuel N., Albert M., Jennie (Mrs. Thomas P. Newton), Elisa (Mrs. Samuel M. Haskins) and Bessie (Mrs. Ernest C. Hamilton).
He died on July 20, 1905, in the family home at 1315 West Adams Street (in today's University Park area, after complaining of a heart ailment ten days previously and being ill all that time. Besides his wife and children, he was survived by two brothers and three sisters – Charles and Edward Bonsall of Ohio and Mrs. Morenci of Los Angeles and Mrs. William Higgins and Mrs. B.F. Richardson of Ohio.
Although Bonsall was a member of the Christian Science Church at the time of his death, private funeral services at his home and public services at Rosedale Cemetery were officiated by J.J. Wilkins, dean of the Episcopal St. Paul's Pro-Cathedral. Pallbearers included Harrison Gray Otis, the publisher of the Los Angeles Times. Some three hundred veterans were brought by private railroad car via the Los Angeles-Pacific Electric Company from the Sawtelle depot to attend.
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