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our Society and you have extended frequent and generous aid. We who live in California and have grown accustomed to the name and deeds of your husband do not fully comprehend the vastness of his beneficence, but we do partially and with wonder realize that he was a man in these respects literally without a peer among
his fellow men, and we hope that his and your plans for the good of humanity may be fully and finally carried out. With much respect - Mrs George P. Thurston Cor Sec'y Y.W.C. Assn. San Francisco July the seventeenth/93 1221 O'Farrell St.
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Mrs Leland Stanford Dear Madam,
The sad news that told me of your irreparable loss fills me with deep sympathy for you. It is with feelings most sincere that I write to assure you of my
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prayers for you at this most trying time and believe me, I shall ever feel the kindest regard for one who has suffered so much in this vale of tears.
May you feel the abiding Presence of the Comforter who alone can assuage your grief.
With respectful sympathies I am dear Madam Yours sincerely Mary Tiffany
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Sunday Morning June 15th 1893
ELBERON
My dear dear friend
You know full well, how sorry I am for you. No words of mine can help you now. nothing. nothing that I can write only you know I have suffered too- but have never once rebeled against my God's desire- you can-not forget dear Mr Stanford. and my last conversation
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at the Windsor Hotel last week. I thought of you a great deal and one day sat down to write, directed the envelope first and by some mistake it was mailed to you- empty - it was the day dear Mr Stanford went home. You were on my mind so often that day. I am so thankful you have Mr Nash with you he has proven himself faithful. and grateful If I could only come to you - as you did to
me from Washington I would gladly do so- if there is any thing I can do for you only command me. I am sure Mr Standford [sic] is better off - but I fear for you- you will remember my dear that time is short for us now. That a thousand years is but a single hour to those that have gone home before us Hoping you are well I am as ever your sincere friend. With love Emma H. Tillotson