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New York June 22nd 93

My dear Mrs Stanford

What can I
say to comfort you. Only
that my prayer mingled
with thousands of your
dear friends rising to
His throne may descend
on your sorrowing heart
as balm of resegnation [sic]
to His Supreme power

Two loved
ones your darling Son, and
Husband so dearly loved,
to move out of your loving
arms so soon - out of
your mental vision. But
my dear then in consolation
God is so good in givi-