Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: Ch - Cl includes O.B. Cheney, Sister Clare, J.N. Clements (Cazenovia Seminary), Endora Miller Clover, and Lewis P. Clover (friend of Lincoln)

land. What a joyful greeting--

The dear Lord sustain you in this day of trial.

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Sincerely O. B. Cheney.

Mrs. Leland Stanford

July 5 1621 Mission St S F Cala

Mrs Stanford

Dear madam

The inclosed is a beautiful Sunday school hym[sic] out of wich I have receved much Comfort when I was in need of Com help I can feel deeply for you in your greate trouble I lost my only Child & soon also his father a

Blessed good son a little older than yours he found God above meaning he is no doubt in a manchen[sic] above with your dear one above altho he had nothing of this world good to call his own. You and I dear madam will soon see the reality of that lovely everlasting homes if we have the weding garment on Pardon dear Madam your Humble symp[Br?] sister who feels with

in you in your sorrow may he who says to the Prophet Comfort yea my Pepole saith the Lord Comfort you you Eliza Chester

PS again I would begg your forgiveness for intruding on your sacred sorrow

May the dear Lord Bless and comfort you [??] is the [Pray?] of your Humble servant E C

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