Later Life
He turned again from pure fiction to the combination of art and controversy in which he had achieved distinction with the Littlepage Manuscripts (1845–1846). His next novel was The Crater, or Vulcan's Peak (1847), in which he attempted to introduce supernatural machinery. Jack Tier (1848) was a remaking of The Red Rover, and The Ways of the Hour was his last completed novel.
Cooper spent the last years of his life back in Cooperstown. In his will he authored a loving tribute to his wife Susan, which read in part:
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- "I, James Fenimore Cooper, give and bequeath to my wife, Susan Augusta,
all my property, whether personal or mixed, to be enjoyed by her and her heirs forever..."
- "I, James Fenimore Cooper, give and bequeath to my wife, Susan Augusta,
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Cooper had also made Susan executor of his will.
He died of dropsy on September 14, 1851, the day before his 62nd birthday. His interment was in Christ Episcopal Churchyard, where his father, William Cooper, was buried. Cooper's wife Susan survived her husband only by a few months and was buried by his side at Cooperstown. Several well-known writers, politicians, and other public figures honored Cooper's memory with a dinner in February 1852; Washington Irving served as a co-chairman for the event, along with William Cullen Bryant and Daniel Webster.
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