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Sacramento July 29th 1873.

To Mrs Leland Stanford, Palo Alto

Dear Kind Friend

Knowing you to have been the recipient of a
vast number of letters of sympathy and consolation. I bided my
time, and now sincerely tender you mine. And may He who
tempers the wind to the shorn lamb comfort and console you.
Are we not sometimes sad when we should be glad? Gone to a life
of bliss; compared to this. Surely! our loss is his gain; At rest
freed from pain; Surely to rise again; Without a Stain; On his
beloved name. A life well spent, His name his monument.
Your university will make it ever blessed be; Through all
futurity. T'was his delight to plan. How best to benefit his
fellow man. And well he understood. The way to do most good;
With the vast means at his command, Founded the greatest college
in the land; To give a practical education. To the boys and girls
of our nation, Without regard to Station. Every employee
of the Rail Road Company; are apprehensive and sad.
Lost the best friend we ever had. He would always say.
give the boys good pay; If you want good work, Then they
will not shirk. Ever courteous and kind, I fear we shall never
find His peer. He was near and dear to all who knew him well
A man in every way, No truthful one can say; He went ever far