Personal Life and Death
James Pinckney Henderson met his future wife Frances Cox when he represented the Republic of Texas as a minister to France and England. Cox was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and educated in Europe. She was a multi-linguist literary translator. On October 30, 1839, they were wed at St George's, Hanover Square. In 1840, the new couple established a residence and law office in San Augustine, Texas. The couple had five children, of which daughters Martha, Fanny and Julia lived to adulthood.
Governor Henderson died in Washington, D.C. in 1858 while he was serving as Senator for the State of Texas. He is buried at the Texas State Cemetery. After his death during the Civil War years, his widow and daughters moved to Europe. Martha died at age eighteen. Fanny married into the Austrian aristocracy. Julia married an American sugar-plantation owner. Frances Cox Henderson died in 1897 and is buried at Rosedale Cemetery in New Jersey, where she had been living with daughter Julia and son-in-law Edward White Adams.
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