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Brooklyn N.Y. June 23"/189[3]

Dear M^rs Stanford;

It is with feelings of sorrow
and regret that I read the despatches
proclaiming the death of our beloved
Senator Stanford. Would that I
could say some word of comfort to you
in your great loneliness. Alas how
keenly we, that have suffered, know
that no human voice can say aught
to relieve our distress. Crushed by the
flow, bowed down with sorrow - life itself
seems to great a burden. But through