Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: Da - De includes Madeline Vinton Dahlen, C.E. Daily (Comissioner for King Tebureimoa of Butaritari, Gilbert Is.), Anna Agnew Davis, Horace Davis, Anna L. Dawes, E.S. Dawes, Noble E. Dawson, and Lucy A.H.

brightest jewel, and now you are left with only sweet memories to comfort you. May I tell you how my husband & I have always held Mr Stanford up as our model of all that was good and manly. I do not think one man ever left a record of so much charity, real charity as he has. We feel at least that none was like him and 1½ yrs ago when God gave us a son we took the liberty of calling him Leland for him, of course you would never have known this, but I think perhaps it may bring a

of comfort to you, to know that strangers, loved his character so much, as to call their only son for him, as it was the greatest compliment we, in our humble way, could pay. Again Mrs Stanford I say God bless you and help you in this time of trouble. Believe me I am most sincerely yours

Mrs W. C. Dawes.

Office of the Director General. World's Columbian Exposition. Chicago.

Jun 21 1893

ADMINISTRATION BUILDING. JACKSON PARK.

Mrs. Leland Stanford

My dear Madam,

The sad news comes of your illustrious husband's death, and I beg to tender you an expression of heartfelt condolence.

Few names will stand out with a brighter luster on the pages of our country's history, and I am proud to feel myself one of the fortunates who

who may claim to have possessed a measure of his confidence and personal friendship.

Wishing you that consolation, in full measure, which rewards the true christian in the hour of bereavement, I am

Sincerely yours, [writing covered by newspaper clipping] [N. E.] Dawson

[newspaper clipping text:]

[Burlington Hawkeye.] in 1885 Mr. Noble E. Dawson, of Burlington, of late years the stenographer and private secretary of Gen. Grant, who accompanied him on his trip to Mexico and who was with him during his illness and at his bedside whe he breathed his last, writes to the editor of THE HAWKEYE from Mt. McGregor as follows:

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