Life
William W. Campbell was born in Cherry Valley, Otsego County, New York. He was the son of Judge James S. Campbell, and grandson of American Revolutionary War Colonel Samuel Campbell and Jane Campbell. He attended the common schools, and graduated from Union College in Schenectady, New York, in 1827. He studied law, was admitted to the bar in 1831 and commenced practice in New York City. He was appointed a master in chancery in 1841 and was a commissioner in bankruptcy.
He was elected as a candidate of the American Party to the 29th United States Congress, and served from March 4, 1845, to March 3, 1847.
He was a justice of the Superior Court of New York City from 1849 to 1855. He was a justice of the New York Supreme Court from 1857 to 1865, and ex officio a judge of the New York Court of Appeals in 1865.
He was a Republican member of the New York State Assembly (Otsego Co., 1st D.) in 1869.
He was an author and engaged in historical work. His works include:
- The Border Warfare of New York During the Revolution: The Annals of Tryon County. New York: Baker & Schribner, 1831. (Reprint, Bowie, Md.: Heritage Books, 1992.)
- An Historical Sketch of Robin Hood and Captain Kidd. New York: Scribner, 1853.
He died in Cherry Valley, and was buried at the Cherry Valley Cemetery.
New York State Surveyor General William Campbell was his uncle.
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