Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: Ho - I includes Alex Hogg, Susan M. Holbrook, Timothy and May Hopkins, Thomas H. Hubbard, John F. Hurst, Frank [Hutton], Ida M.F. Iles, Anna Louisa Ingalls, Ethel Ingalls, and William Innis

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week, tomorrow, or an hour from now. Nothing beyond the grave is more inscrutable than what is coming to us in this materiel [sic] life

A birth into a new and luminous existence where we throw down the rags of this, is no more marvelous than the embryo grown that brings us to this world "Blind and wailing and alone, Into the light of day." The same great Power who created and placed us here, will not terminate our career by leaving us in the dust. The thought that is always invisible,

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noble man, in whom you have felt the tenderest pride and truest affection.

I hope dear Mrs. Stanford, you believe as I do, that our beloved ones are only removed from our physical sight, and will appear to us again when the heavenly portal shall open.

Think what a crowd of dear friends will surround us when we are born into a new life! People may exclaim incredulously, "We do not know what may happen after death." - but what of that? Who even knows what will happen next

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that rules the body, that can soar away into space, can it not take form, and in leaving this insensate body, wing its flight

"from star to star" from world to luminous world as far as the universe spreads its flaming wall"

All things are possible. Immortality is no more mysterious than our existence here.

We shall see them again when we cross the mysterious threshold

Although a straight &

Oak Ridge.

My Dear Mrs Stanford,

If love and sympathy could give any comfort in such a sorrow as that which has come to you, & our grief would vanish for there is not a heart that does not reach out to you to-day in your great affliction. But we all know how little earthly sympathy can do for there is just one comforter, one alone, and to Him we must look for

Peace.

My remembrances of the Senator are among the most pleasant of my life in Washington. Always affable, always cordial, and I shall never forget the day I stayed to luncheon with you with when the little ones sat perched upon his chair, with such confidence in his gentleness.

You must know how greatly I feel your loss that I can say nothing. Instead I will pray for you that you