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)

The widows comfort

[Page from hymnal with music and lyrics.]

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Sorrow is O'er.

Words from "DEVOTIONAL MELODIES." By permission of FIRTH, SON, & CO.

1. What to me are earth's pleasure, and what its flowing tears? What are all the sor-rows I deplore? There's a song ev-er swelling, still lin-gers on my ears, "Oh, sor-row shall come a-gain no more."

CHORUS.

'Tis a song from the home of the wea - - ry: "Sor-row Sor-row is for ever o'er: Hap-py now, ev-er hap-py on Canaan's peaceful shore. Oh, sor-row shall come a-gain no more."

2. I seek not earth-ly glo-ry, nor min-gle with the gay; I de-sire not this world's gild-ed store: There are voices now calling from those bright realms of day, "Oh, sorrow shall come a-gain no more."

3. 'Tis a note that is wafted across the troubled wave; 'Tis a song I've heard upon the shore; [grave: 'Tis a sweet-thrilling murmur around the Christian's "Oh, sorrow shall come again no more." -Cho.

4. 'Tis the loud-pealing anthem, the victor's holy song, Where the conflict and the strife are o'er; When the saved ones for ever in joyous notes prolong, "Oh, sorrow shall come again no more." -Cho

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Salina Boulder Co, Colorado

July 9th 1893

Mrs Leland Stanford

Palo Alto

Calilfornia

Although I have never had the Privlage of seeing you, will you Premit me ^{to write} a few lines of Condolence to you in your great bereavement, how I have wept over the greatsorrow that befell you & your beloved husband in the death of dear Son, the sketch was written by Miss Ingalls, in the Feb No 1892 of "the Ladies Home Journal" and ^ever since that time you have become very dear to me

Salina Boulder Co, Colorado

July 9th 1893

Mrs Leland Stanford

Palo Alto California

Dear Mrs Stanford

Although I have never had the Privlage [sic] of seeing you, will you Premit [sic] me to write a few lines of Condolence to you in your great bereavement. how I have wept over the great sorrow that befell you & your beloved husband in the death of dear son. the sketch was written by Miss Ingalls in the Feb No 1892 of "the Ladies Home Journal" and ever since that time you have become very dear to me

and when I read of the sudden death of Senator Stanford in the papers a short time ago I could not refrain from writing to you. It is not because you have not thousands of friends (for I know that your friends are legion nor that I can in any way lessen your great sorrow that I am writing to ^you but to let you know that in a small minin[g] camp in the heart of the "Rocky Mountains" there is one heart that aches for you. and that tho none of your loving friends that there Sympathy is more sincire [sic] then is mine. As I read of your beautyful [sic] Christian character my heart swells up with love for you and how often have I looked at your face as it looks in the picture that [accompanied?] Miss Ingall's sketch

your home life and of your kindness to Strangers and some thing tells me that my letter will not be entirely unwelcome at this time of your second great sorrow. I have also lost dear ones last Nov my dear old father nearly 80 yrs old, was found dead beside his bed in the morning in the aldude a [keeling pasision] [sic] as if praying his morning prayer as was allways [sic] his custom my dear mother died when I was only 8 yrs old leaving four little girls that my father became a father & mother to us in his kindne[ss] & thoughtfullness [sic] of us. I have been married over 11 yrs and have lost three little children one little girl (our first born) & two little boys our baby would be three next Nov & our other little boy would be six lost Feb 22^nd so you will not