Correspondence (outgoing)

Dear Charley, '93

I return the enclosed bill it is all right I had all our family portraits and other paintings taken from the walls of our Sac(ramento) house and sent here to be placed in the museum. That house now is empty of all we held sacred and can be sold without taking out anything but the China and Silver plate. I thought another winter the state might buy it for a Governor's residence. I had Kelly sent for to come to you to have you ask him if he could lend me money if you could get

thirteen thousand for next months salaries I would be glad - for after that something will be soming in from sale of Horses and I think it would lift a load from my heart.

your [affect?] sister Jane L. Stanford

Shall I pay Charley the driver and his helper from the money you let me have-(?) I have paid up Edwards back pay and all up to Sept. except Mrs. __ She is owing one back month I think and she will leave Sept 12 (?)

Mrs Stanford, after death of husband + son. 1893 "accepting a sacred [trust?]" July.

Dear friend Mrs. Harvey.

I am hardly able to write as I would like, but I desire to hasten thanks to you and your loved ones for all you feel for me. Alone! all alone! My aching bleeding heart, cries, but I look afar and see the Joy beyond in the Fairer Land, Father and Son together, Father at rest from the toils of earth

whilst I behold his fair sight, I pray that I may be sustained by the presence of my Saviour, I feel that He loves me, He knew what was best, He knew the one could be happy in company with his child and the other would try and fill in the lonely years or may be months or weeks, in doing her best in acting as the representative of a Sacred trust. Pray that I may so live as to earn the

[left page] glad tidings "Well done good and faithful servant" - It is all I am looking forward too[sic to].

Accept heart felt thanks for all your tender love and tenderness

Always yours- Jane L. stanford July 15th 93 San Francisco

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Dear Christian friends Bishop & Mrs Newman.

Sitting here in this dear room above his Library I can only speak a few words. My heart is too full for utterance. I ask myself each day how can it be I live with this great overwhelming sorrow upon me, never for any time away from my thoughts only when I sleep and the awakening is so dreadful, at first I say is it not a dreadful dream? But no it is too true and again face the truth. I live. I eat. I look out on all that surrounds me but I believe I am benumbed. I must be harder than marble. God has hammered and chiseled me, but I still love and trust him, for he wants more of my love. I am brave to bear and do all that comes