Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: K includes John J. Keane, Peter C. Kellogg, Maude Stanford Kinmouth, Elizabetha R. Kiplinger, Lucretia Wolcott Knowlton, and Mrs. J.H. Kyle

' " He rests from his labours and his works do follow him." ' How I would love to be near when in that grand Instituet [sic] built ^ ^{(to last)} until ages shall pass & sing his praises. The great "Chorus". takes up the strains in Our Fathers Kingdom, and we, mourn, and they sing: O' could we but, be ever ready to trust!! O! Dear Jesus - I say, so often "I am so tired waiting," and still I dare not ask to go. - He knows best,

If there was a place to read the - dear "Book" or teach music (sacred music), could I come? I am so lonely, my boy, the youngest is far up in the mountains in "Happy Camp" California with - his faithful dear wife. They traveled through the desert - waded streams, slept in barns, and now they are there - He has charge of a gold mine, - but is very delicate. I have given him into God's loving care. He will never forsake them - for they love Him. Would some one acknowledge the - receipt of the this - please - ? My Earnest. prayers for you, constantly go up to God. Cecilia W. Kemble

as they must now. The ever merciful Jesus walks in the garden all day. The Angels guard us through the long night. Nights of pain, and anguish, for the lonly [sic] chamber is so still!! The sweet soft voices hused [sic] - O! Christ! in Thy mercy watch, her dear life well, spare her for deeds of love - and kindness, yea, more and more abundant. until river of peace, shall pass over her soul, as of former days. You have drunk at the Fountain of living waters - and your soul has been refreshed with the - dews of His love. When he giveth - his beloved - this peace! none can enter in war and distort the - tranquility "Alone! with God." in His Glory." The blesed Angels chant our grand [Hallelujahs?] to the Lamb.

[Top line cut off] I am dying. I was so many miles away, but I was singing his dear hymns - all the time he was dying. On the day of His birth, Thanksgiving day. I did not mean to speak of my sufferings, but they are in the lonely heart ever. Why? do we mourn? The noble father is with your boy - and they are talking in - spirit language to each other. Each, have father, and Son. The time will not be long, when we shall behold them! face, to face!, in all this beauty. Years will be days, and days hours, strengthened in Christs love through Eternity. "Forever with the Lord. "O! how time will fly by [?i] - Seven years since he I love, so dearly Entered into life, not dead!! I feel as if I could get on a fast train, and come to you, so deep is my sympathy, and knowing you both, in our young days. both, so far from home. and our mothers. Our hearts mingled in loving sympathy, then.

though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies. Sam ".3.32." I know that Christ will never chide my sorrow, he hath wept, and sighed. I feel the pressure of his hand, I know that he doth understand. And thou, Lord, will be more to me. For that dear one who is with thee: Thus thou wilt fill the vacant place In thy deep tenderness and grace.

Lord Jesus, when I am in sorrow, thou alone will comfort me! Give me, O, God perfect submission to thy holy will, and unshaken trust in thy loving mercy; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen!

My very dear friend,

Since the sad and terrible intelligence was "wired"to us, so brief a time ago that he, your own beloved husband was

"no more." I have been with you in your overwhelming sorrow day, and night in pray to God to sustain you - ! Although cures and trials serious illness, in our Hospital" I Call it I have been in our home. and constant attention with Drs and nurses - I wired you my condolence by telegram - and then went to the house of prayers. The blessed "Tabernacle" Where prayers are heard and answered. All through the days of agony that our dear President suffered they did not cease to pray - and I informed them at the White house. That hundreds were praying for the dear Mothers recovery; (If God, saw fit). You have been taken there at each meeting, and though thousand of miles away. The great God looks down in his Mercy, I know your agony. For my affection was almost more than I could bear - but I had to live, on, and on. The lonely shadow never leaves me. I am always alone! in my heart. The Nation mourns the friend, the Relative, and those that knew this godly man, the great public benefactor to those in misery, and want the sickly the poor, and afflicted, must, mourn;- but the dear wife, O! are there words to paint your grief, No! None! they are idle and empty but still we love to draw together in these days of stricken grief. Mothers! Widows, have none but the Saviours loving arms to fly to. He will bind up the wounds, but the time is forever on Earth -, and so long!

How blessed to think he passed away under his own roof - where loving hands were near, and when everything could be done that mortals could have done for him, instead of dying in a strange Land like dear Leland, and my dear son did not one voice of those he knew to speak to him, or administer to him,

Charleston

June 22 ^nd 1893

My dear M^rs Standford

It is only one who has so recently gone through the affliction you are now called upon to bear, that can fully sympathize with you and know the desolation that fills from heart. I sympathize with you from the bottom of my heart and shall remember you in my prayers. Sincerely from,

Annie B Kenna