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LITTLE FARM.
242 ORANGE ROAD,
MONTCLAIR, N.J.

June 21, 1893

Dear Mrs. Stanford

Is it with deep regret that I read in the
evening papers of the death of Mr. Stanford.

As one of the greatest of Americans many will feel his loss
who never saw him, but more so still will it be with those
who knew him and his extended views of lifes duties and
opportunities.

Our kindred views upon trotting horses and the subject of breeding
them gave us many please visits, of which one of the pleasantest
was that of your recent visit sojourn in New York, which I shall
always remember. We not only talked of his horses but of topics of
political economy and currency that to which he had given so
much thought. Still farther we ranged beyond mans duties
and obligations in this world and speculated upon another
to follow. In this too we found ourselves in accord and
sympathy, for he was as untrammeled in his estimate of
the benificeuse of the creator as in his views of worldly affairs.
Bigotry had no place in his mind.

I feel that I have lost a friend yet I realize that my
loss is as nothing to yours. It would be useless for me to attempt
to offer words as comfort at such a time, for nothing comforts
but time. Fifteen months ago I lost my wife with whom
I had lived nearly twenty three years. For a time it seemed as though
my lifes work was brought to an end and that for me the bottom had
dropped out of the Universe. But work comes to comfort and as
we realize that duties still rest upon our shoulders and as we go about
them we find that cheerfulness and even happiness take the place of
gloom. We can never forget those gone bifore who were so dear

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LITTLE FARM.
242 ORANGE ROAD,
MONTCLAIR, N.J.

June 21, 1893

Dear Mrs. Stanford

Is it with deep regret that I read in the
evening papers of the death of Mr. Stanford.

As one of the greatest of Americans many will feel his loss
who never saw him, but more so still will it be with those
who knew him and his extended views of lifes duties and
opportunities.

Our kindred views upon trotting horses and the subject of breeding
them gave us many please visits, of which one of the pleasantest
was that of your recent visit sojourn in New York, which I shall
always remember. We not only talked of his horses but of topics of
political economy and currency that to which he had given so
much thought. Still farther we ranged beyond mans duties
and obligations in this world and speculated upon another
to follow. In this too we found ourselves in accord and
sympathy, for he was as untrammeled in his estimate of
the benificeuse of the creator as in his views of worldly affairs.
Bigotry had no place in his mind.

I feel that I have lost a friend yet I realize that my
loss is as nothing to yours. It would be useless for me to attempt
to offer words as comfort at such a time, for nothing comforts
but time. Fifteen months ago I lost my wife with whom
I had lived nearly twenty three years. For a time it seemed as though
my lifes work was brought to an end and that for me the bottom had
dropped out of the Universe. But work comes to comfort and as
we realize that duties still rest upon our shoulders and as we go about
them we find that cheerfulness and even happiness take the place of
gloom. We can never forget those gone bifore who were so dear