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Howard Wayland Poole

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Howard Wayland Poole

Birth
Death
5 Nov 1897 (aged 26)
USA
Burial
East Feliciana Parish, Louisiana, USA Add to Map
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son of H.M. and Jane E. Poole


This abandoned cemetery is located about eight miles northeast of Clinton, LA and a fourth of a mile east of the Clinton-Liberty Road. Heavy overgrowth almost conceals the site. (1970)
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Times-Picayune, New Orleans, Nov. 10, 1897, Page 3

"WAYLAND H. POOLE
Death of a Brilliant Young East Feliciana Citizen

Wayland H. Poole, only son of Howard M. and Jane E. Poole, died at the family residence in the parish of East Feliciana, La., Nov. 5, 1897. His age was 26 years 5 months and 3 days.

Many hearts were filled with sincere sorrow by the death of this young man in all the promise and affluence of his life. It was one of these strange and inscrutable events that finds no key to its mystery in the light of this world's philosophy.

During his illness he prayed to God for help and deliverance. Those who were nearest him in his last hours expressed themselves as satisfied - 'It was well with his soul.'

A large concourse of people were present at the funeral, testifying as to the esteem in which he was held by friends and neighbors. May he 'who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb' alleviate the sorrow and anguish of those most dear to him" (a poem follows)

son of H.M. and Jane E. Poole


This abandoned cemetery is located about eight miles northeast of Clinton, LA and a fourth of a mile east of the Clinton-Liberty Road. Heavy overgrowth almost conceals the site. (1970)
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Times-Picayune, New Orleans, Nov. 10, 1897, Page 3

"WAYLAND H. POOLE
Death of a Brilliant Young East Feliciana Citizen

Wayland H. Poole, only son of Howard M. and Jane E. Poole, died at the family residence in the parish of East Feliciana, La., Nov. 5, 1897. His age was 26 years 5 months and 3 days.

Many hearts were filled with sincere sorrow by the death of this young man in all the promise and affluence of his life. It was one of these strange and inscrutable events that finds no key to its mystery in the light of this world's philosophy.

During his illness he prayed to God for help and deliverance. Those who were nearest him in his last hours expressed themselves as satisfied - 'It was well with his soul.'

A large concourse of people were present at the funeral, testifying as to the esteem in which he was held by friends and neighbors. May he 'who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb' alleviate the sorrow and anguish of those most dear to him" (a poem follows)



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