Correspondence (outgoing)

[right page] whilst I behold His fair sight, I pray that I may be sustained by the presense 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 fathful [sic] servant." It is all I am looking forward too[sic]

Accept heart felt thanks for all your tender love and tenderness.

Always yours.

Jane L. Stanford

July 15th 93 San Francisco

Dear Ethel

Accept tenderest thanks for your kind thoughts of me. I am very grateful for every act and every word that leads me to believe I retain still a place in your

dear heart. Tender my sincere regards to your dear mother and your father.

Always yours

Jane L. Stanford

Dec 26th/93

Palo. Alto.

Desire to advance work begun

Palo Alto Nov 24th 1893

Nov 1893

Mrs Harvey

Dear kind christian friend

I feel so very grateful for your tender thoughts also for your attentives in writing. The dear letters received from various sources seemes [sic] to be the only connecting link with the world around me. I am not able to go through the great strains of

meeting face to face those who I loved and he loved and who came to us in the happy past. I can better meet perfect stranger who would not expect me to allude to the past. Each day as it passes I realize more and more all that has happened, all that has gone out of my life. nothing left me dear friend but to face the desolation and work with all my power for him it is the only way I can show what he was to me. I live for him and pray to live, if by living I can advance the work conceived by him. When I have a few hours to stop and think these thoughts are uppermost -

"I am so tired my heart my brain and I. I only claim the prvellege[sic privilege] of rest.

A few short hours will do, in which to lie"

With fast closed eyes, hands folded on the breast.

I neither wish to work, nor think, nor greive,