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kindness to all mankind. "Men and
women, in countless thousands, revere his
memory, and when he died the little
children cried in the streets."

Of course, my dear friend, my poor
words cannot comfort you, or tell you
how much I wish I could do something
for you, but my heart does go out to you
at this time and always and I hope
you can let me do something, anything,
to help you in any way.

Mr Stanford has gone to his long and well
earned rest, a king in this battle of life -
a victor of the world and its temptations,
and when the trumpets called him to his
tent and he had lain down the battered
armor that had served him during the
combat: when the tender hands of God's
angels had washed off the dust and blood
of the conflict, he stood forth a strong
and a beautiful soul, a soul
which God shall crown with a
shining diadem and welcome to