Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: Ga - Gw includes Julia R. Garniss, Grace H. Gilmor, George Goddard, Sarah Vail Gould, Julia D. Grant (Tel.), U.S. Grant, Jr., Anna Guthridge, and Wm. M. Gwin

While the stricken human heart alone

Grief's bitterness doth know,

And asks, with agonizing tears,

The "wherefore?" of the blow;

To such, the Saviour's soothing words

Come like a sweet refrain,

"That which ye know now now, it shall

Hereafter be made plain."

And for her who has shared the glory

Of a life supremely grand,

The people pray the widow's God

Will guide her with His hand;

And, in the fulness of His time,

Receive her safe above;

Where every link shall perfect be

In God's great chain of love.

J. Harries.

Washington D.C. June 1893

In Memoriam

Leland Stanford

Entered into rest June 20, 1893.

The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it , and is safe. Prov. 18th ch. 10th verse.

What means this wailing sound of woe.

Like the cry of a stricken host?

As it comes, with a thrill, to the nation's nerves

From the fair pacific coast?

It is wrung from a sorrowing people,

For a "Greatheart" cold and still;

Whose every pulse-beat sought to bring

To his fellow-man goodwill.

Whose life was a living lesson

Of the good that a man can do.

With a busy brain and a loving heart,

To God's own teaching true.

Not all in a minor key, the wail,

For mingling with the strain

Of the funeral dirge, the joy-notes sound

Of a soul's eternal gain.

Of a life filled out with noble deeds,

Of a glorious victory won;

Of the well fought fight and the guerdon earned,

Of the Master's own "well done."

Husband should have entered within the gates before you. What a happy meeting will it be.

I have thought so much of you within the days just past, as I have visited the resting place of those dearest to you, their life & I could not refrain from sending to you a few loving words.

"But in that land where sorrow

And parting are unknown,

Another Angel Standeth,

Beside the great white Throne.

And when we bow in anguish

Beneath the smiting rod

She softly whispers; "Weep not!

It is the hand of God."

Yours very Sincerely -

Emma A Harrington

(Moth. B Harrington)

Aug 16th/93

816 Powell St.

Aug. 10th 1893.

Thursday.

My Dear Mrs. Stanford -

I have waited until all that filled your list as friends & kin had written you notes of love & sympathy. & I cannot refrain from sending you this little note expressing more of sympathy & love then you can for one moment imagine in this your deep, deep grief.

As yet you cannot dear Mrs Stanford say "Thy will be done" but, by & by, your heart now so sore will feel that it was better that the grand & noble man, your devoted

and in later years he has been a noble and generous friend.

We therefore mourn with you his loss and trust he has exchanged for a higher and better home and may all the comforting blessings of a kind Loveing [sic] Heavenly Father be with surround and comfort you in your Great affliction is the wish of your Husbands Cousin and friend.

Francis Harris