He has a cenotaph at Trinity Church Cemetery and Mausoleum, the burial site of his widow, Eliza Bowen Jumel.
A biographical sketch of Jumel was published in The Enterprise and Vermonter (Friday, 5 Mar 1858, page 1). It is transcribed below.
"Stephen Jumel, one of those efficient, invincible Frenchman who redeem the character of their nation, emigrated at an early age to St. Domingo, where he worked his way to the ownership of a share in a coffee plantation. Warned by a faithful slave, he escaped from his house on the eve of the great massacre, and saw, from a wood to which he had fled, his buildings burned and his plantation laid waste. For many days, fed by his negro friend, he wandered up and down the lonely sea-shore, signaling every ship that passed the island. At length, a boat put off from a vessel and took him on board. At. St. Helena, the first port made by the ship, he stopped, and, engaging at once in some little speculations, gained some money, which he spent in procuring a passage to New York. To that city he had sent, from St. Domingo, a quantity of coffee, the proceeds of which he found awaiting his orders on arriving. Provided thus with a small capital, he embarked in trade, prospered, became the owner of a dozen ships, controlled the market for some descriptions of goods, and retired about the year 1812, with what was then considered a great fortune. A man of sense, he married a daughter of New England, a woman as remarkable for energy and talent as himself.
After Napoleon's downfall, and the pacification of Europe, the family went to Paris, where they resided in splendor for many years, and where Madame Jumel, by her wit and tact, achieved a distinguished position in the court society of that place. Of the court itself she was a favored frequenter.
In the year 1822, Monsieur Jumel lost a considerable part of his fortune, and madame returned alone to New York, bringing with her a prodigious quantity of grand furniture and paintings. Retiring to a seat in the upper part of Manhattan Island, which she possessed in her own right, she began with native energy the task of restoring her husband's broken fortunes. She cultivated her farm; she looked vigilantly to the remains of the estate; she economized. In 1828 when Monsieur Jumel returned to the United States, they were not as rich as in former days, but their estate was ample for all rational purposes and enjoyments. In 1832, Monsieur Jumel, a man of magnificent proportions, very handsome, and perfectly preserved, (a great waltzer at seventy) was thrown from a wagon and fatally injured. He died in a few days. Madame was then little past her prime."
A biographical sketch of Jumel was published in The Enterprise and Vermonter (Friday, 5 Mar 1858, page 1). It is transcribed below.
"Stephen Jumel, one of those efficient, invincible Frenchman who redeem the character of their nation, emigrated at an early age to St. Domingo, where he worked his way to the ownership of a share in a coffee plantation. Warned by a faithful slave, he escaped from his house on the eve of the great massacre, and saw, from a wood to which he had fled, his buildings burned and his plantation laid waste. For many days, fed by his negro friend, he wandered up and down the lonely sea-shore, signaling every ship that passed the island. At length, a boat put off from a vessel and took him on board. At. St. Helena, the first port made by the ship, he stopped, and, engaging at once in some little speculations, gained some money, which he spent in procuring a passage to New York. To that city he had sent, from St. Domingo, a quantity of coffee, the proceeds of which he found awaiting his orders on arriving. Provided thus with a small capital, he embarked in trade, prospered, became the owner of a dozen ships, controlled the market for some descriptions of goods, and retired about the year 1812, with what was then considered a great fortune. A man of sense, he married a daughter of New England, a woman as remarkable for energy and talent as himself.
After Napoleon's downfall, and the pacification of Europe, the family went to Paris, where they resided in splendor for many years, and where Madame Jumel, by her wit and tact, achieved a distinguished position in the court society of that place. Of the court itself she was a favored frequenter.
In the year 1822, Monsieur Jumel lost a considerable part of his fortune, and madame returned alone to New York, bringing with her a prodigious quantity of grand furniture and paintings. Retiring to a seat in the upper part of Manhattan Island, which she possessed in her own right, she began with native energy the task of restoring her husband's broken fortunes. She cultivated her farm; she looked vigilantly to the remains of the estate; she economized. In 1828 when Monsieur Jumel returned to the United States, they were not as rich as in former days, but their estate was ample for all rational purposes and enjoyments. In 1832, Monsieur Jumel, a man of magnificent proportions, very handsome, and perfectly preserved, (a great waltzer at seventy) was thrown from a wagon and fatally injured. He died in a few days. Madame was then little past her prime."
He has a cenotaph at Trinity Church Cemetery and Mausoleum, the burial site of his widow, Eliza Bowen Jumel.
A biographical sketch of Jumel was published in The Enterprise and Vermonter (Friday, 5 Mar 1858, page 1). It is transcribed below.
"Stephen Jumel, one of those efficient, invincible Frenchman who redeem the character of their nation, emigrated at an early age to St. Domingo, where he worked his way to the ownership of a share in a coffee plantation. Warned by a faithful slave, he escaped from his house on the eve of the great massacre, and saw, from a wood to which he had fled, his buildings burned and his plantation laid waste. For many days, fed by his negro friend, he wandered up and down the lonely sea-shore, signaling every ship that passed the island. At length, a boat put off from a vessel and took him on board. At. St. Helena, the first port made by the ship, he stopped, and, engaging at once in some little speculations, gained some money, which he spent in procuring a passage to New York. To that city he had sent, from St. Domingo, a quantity of coffee, the proceeds of which he found awaiting his orders on arriving. Provided thus with a small capital, he embarked in trade, prospered, became the owner of a dozen ships, controlled the market for some descriptions of goods, and retired about the year 1812, with what was then considered a great fortune. A man of sense, he married a daughter of New England, a woman as remarkable for energy and talent as himself.
After Napoleon's downfall, and the pacification of Europe, the family went to Paris, where they resided in splendor for many years, and where Madame Jumel, by her wit and tact, achieved a distinguished position in the court society of that place. Of the court itself she was a favored frequenter.
In the year 1822, Monsieur Jumel lost a considerable part of his fortune, and madame returned alone to New York, bringing with her a prodigious quantity of grand furniture and paintings. Retiring to a seat in the upper part of Manhattan Island, which she possessed in her own right, she began with native energy the task of restoring her husband's broken fortunes. She cultivated her farm; she looked vigilantly to the remains of the estate; she economized. In 1828 when Monsieur Jumel returned to the United States, they were not as rich as in former days, but their estate was ample for all rational purposes and enjoyments. In 1832, Monsieur Jumel, a man of magnificent proportions, very handsome, and perfectly preserved, (a great waltzer at seventy) was thrown from a wagon and fatally injured. He died in a few days. Madame was then little past her prime."
A biographical sketch of Jumel was published in The Enterprise and Vermonter (Friday, 5 Mar 1858, page 1). It is transcribed below.
"Stephen Jumel, one of those efficient, invincible Frenchman who redeem the character of their nation, emigrated at an early age to St. Domingo, where he worked his way to the ownership of a share in a coffee plantation. Warned by a faithful slave, he escaped from his house on the eve of the great massacre, and saw, from a wood to which he had fled, his buildings burned and his plantation laid waste. For many days, fed by his negro friend, he wandered up and down the lonely sea-shore, signaling every ship that passed the island. At length, a boat put off from a vessel and took him on board. At. St. Helena, the first port made by the ship, he stopped, and, engaging at once in some little speculations, gained some money, which he spent in procuring a passage to New York. To that city he had sent, from St. Domingo, a quantity of coffee, the proceeds of which he found awaiting his orders on arriving. Provided thus with a small capital, he embarked in trade, prospered, became the owner of a dozen ships, controlled the market for some descriptions of goods, and retired about the year 1812, with what was then considered a great fortune. A man of sense, he married a daughter of New England, a woman as remarkable for energy and talent as himself.
After Napoleon's downfall, and the pacification of Europe, the family went to Paris, where they resided in splendor for many years, and where Madame Jumel, by her wit and tact, achieved a distinguished position in the court society of that place. Of the court itself she was a favored frequenter.
In the year 1822, Monsieur Jumel lost a considerable part of his fortune, and madame returned alone to New York, bringing with her a prodigious quantity of grand furniture and paintings. Retiring to a seat in the upper part of Manhattan Island, which she possessed in her own right, she began with native energy the task of restoring her husband's broken fortunes. She cultivated her farm; she looked vigilantly to the remains of the estate; she economized. In 1828 when Monsieur Jumel returned to the United States, they were not as rich as in former days, but their estate was ample for all rational purposes and enjoyments. In 1832, Monsieur Jumel, a man of magnificent proportions, very handsome, and perfectly preserved, (a great waltzer at seventy) was thrown from a wagon and fatally injured. He died in a few days. Madame was then little past her prime."
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