Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: Mac - Mc includes Helena Mc Carthy, John B. Mc Carthy, Edward M. Mc Cook, Frank Mc Coppin, John W. Mac Kay (Tel.), Mary Harrison Mc Kee, and Emily Beales Mc Lean

power shall be given there when Sorrows hand lies heavy upon your heart. When you go "down into the Valley and the Shaddow [sic] of Death" in your loneliness seeking for those that are not here. When all words of attempted consolation fly over your head, like idle winds and reach you not. I have no doubt - in hours like these - some whispers of consolation shall come to you from unseen sources, and the consciousness of the sweet presence of your loved ones shall steal over your soul, and make you strong to finish to perfection the great work so confidingly entrusted unto your hands.

May this great boon be granted you and the grace of the EverLiving God be with you ever more.

With most earnest sympathy I am

Yours Sincerely

Mrs Ferdinand J McCann

Orange Grove Division NO. 5 B. OF L. E.

Los Angeles, Cal. July 30th 1893

Mrs Stanford

San Francisco

Dear Madam

Enclosed please find copy of resolutions adopted by us.

Respectfully Yours

Chas McCarn

F.A.E.

1329 Buena Vista St

915. 15th Street.

Washington. June 23/93

My dear Mrs. Stanford:

Long before this reaches you the face you loved best in all the world will have passed from human view and you will have commenced to take up the burden of life alone. I cannot tell you how I grieve with you nor how deeply we sympathize with you in this terrible and sudden blow We mourn the loss of an honored friend and one who

can never be replaced. We have been a sad household since the news came. I received it first at the office, fresh from the wire. I was at once asked to write a sketch of the dead, but I could not bring myself to do it, until I carried the distressing news to my brother. We hoped against hope till it was no use and I returned to the office to do the work the best I could.

I am so grieved that I cannot rest my eyes on his noble face again,

but doubly so, for my brother, who is broken-hearted at his loss and that he cannot assist at the last honors to be paid the man whom he loved and esteemed so highly and for whom, it was his privilege to work. He has had hundreds of calls and messages at the office.

I will not write more because when you are able to look at letters again, it will require all your strength to face the ordeal, but I cannot close with out saying that outside Mr. Stanford's own kith and