Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: O - P includes Palo Alto Stock Farm Employees, Alma A. Park, Geo. C. Perkins, Mary Pittenger, Amelia V.R. Pixley, Edith Taylor Pope, and Wm. H. Pratt

Mrs. Katharine Sargent Olds. 117 C St. S.E. Washington D.C.

Will Mrs. Stanford permit one who has known a like sorrow, although a stranger, to offer her loving, tender sympathy?

It is sometimes comforting to know that others are remembering us in their prayers & with their dearest thoughts. May God be near the sorrowing!

June 21st 1893

A LEGEND

There has come to my mind a legend, a thing I had half forgot, And whether I read it or dreamed it, ah well, it matters not. It is said that in heaven, at twilight, a great bell softly swings, And man may listen and hearken to the wonderful music that rings. If he put from his heart's inner chamber all the passion, pain and strife, Heartache and weary longing that throb in the pulses of life-If he thrust from his soul all hatred, all thoughts of wicked things, He can hear in the holy twilight how the bell of the angels rings. And I think there lies in this legend, if we open our eyes to see, Somewhat of an inner meaning, my friend, to you and to me. Let us look in our hearts and question, can pure thoughts enter in To a soul if it be already the dwelling of thoughts of sin? So, then, let us ponder a little -- let us look in our hearts and see If the twilight bell of the angels could ring for us -- you and me.

--Rose Osborne.--

you of our great regard for your good husband, and something that might testify to our sincere sympathy with you in this supreme trial, but I know that I can do neither one nor the other. I can only add my mite to the great bulk of kindly thought that will be poured out to you, and ask you to

believe that only those who have stood over their own loved ones, silent in death, can fully understand how the chill from those dear forms enters the heart and lives in the entire after life of the bereaved.

With many hopes that your beautiful faith with its promise for the future may sustain you, I remain your friend,

Eliz H. Pulton

Bouldin Island Sat. June 24th 1893

My dear Mrs. Stanford

We feel so stunned by the knowledge of the affliction that has come to you, to us, to California and the world that speech with its futile attempts at consolation seems impossible to us.

I would wish to say something to remind