Personal Life
Mary Jeanette Robison was the fourth child born to Captain Henry and Julia Robison in Melbourne, Australia. Captain Robison served in the British Royal Navy and retired in Australia for his health. He died when Mary was seven years old. Julia Robison packed up her family and returned to London. Mary was educated in England, Brussells and Paris. At the age of 16, Mary married her first husband, Charles Livingstone Gore. The couple first ran a cattle ranch in Fort Worth, Texas and later moved to New York City where Gore died in the 1880s. Upon her husband's death, Mary did embroidery work and gave painting lessons to support her three children.
By the time she began her acting career in 1883, two of Robson's three children died; the surviving child was Edward Gore. Six years after beginning her stage career, Robson married Augustus Homer Brown, a police surgeon, on May, 29 1889. They remained together until his death on April 1, 1920.
She died at the age of 84 of cancer in her Beverly Hills, California home and was buried in Flushing Cemetery in Queens, New York City next to her second husband, Augustus Brown. The New York Times obituary for Robson called her the "dowager queen of the American screen and stage."
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