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Ellen Hayden Lincoln (1838-1897)
View through Harvard Museums
Department of American Paintings Sculpture & Decorative Arts
Bessie Lincoln Potter from her mother.
Bequest to Fogg Art Museum 1957.
Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum Bequest of Bessie Lincoln Potter
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