Death
Kensett contracted pneumonia (perhaps during the attempted rescue of Mary Lydia (Hancock) Colyer, the wife of his friend and fellow artist Vincent Colyer in Long Island Sound) and died of heart failure at his New York studio in December 1872.
The first complete biography and factual study of Kensett's work was written by Ellen H. Johnson, published in 1957.
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