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Red Bluff Cal
July 7 1893

Dear Mrs. Stanford

I beg the privilege of conveying
to you the sympathy of a friend in this hour
of your mourning. I sometimes think that
people occupying the higher planes of social
life are cut off from the tender and comforting
sympathies that are spontaneous in other walks.

Altho' true, there are noble and encouraging
exceptions: and when the great leveler, Death,
comes he emphasizes these exceptions. In a marked
degree was this true when your noble husband
was taken away. I recall the death of no
man since Lincoln, Grant & Garfield that
awakned more sincere sorrow.

It is not long since a man died in New York City
whose honer among men had been that of an
Emperor for years. Hundreds & thousands
had felt his iron hand: great undertakings
had been as playthings in his wizard grasp:
gold, the worlds measure of success had
piled up in his coffers & nothing remained
to symbolize a phenomenal career in the vulgar
opinion of the vulgar world.

Not many months later another man died

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Red Bluff Cal
July 7 1893

Dear Mrs. Stanford

I beg the privilege of conveying
to you the sympathy of a friend in this hour
of you mourning. I sometimes think that
people occupying the higher planes of social
life are cut off from the tender and comforting
sympathies that are spontaneous in other walks.

Altho' true, there are noble and encouraging
exceptions: and when the great leveler, Death,
comes he emphasizes these exceptions. In a marked
degree was this true when your noble husband
was taken away. I recall the death of no
man since Lincoln, Grant & Garfield that
awakned more sincere sorrow.

It is not long since a man died in New York City
whose honer among men had been that of an
Emperor for years. Hundreds & thousands
had felt his iron hand: great undertakings
had been as playthings in his wizard grasp:
gold, the worlds measure of success had
piled up in his coffers & nothing remained
to symbolize a phenomenal career in the vulgar
opinion of the vulgar world.

Not many months later another man died