Iberia County Louisiana Archives Obituaries.....Wellman, Sarah Pomeroy August 1, 1902
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source: New Iberia Enterprise and Independent Observer. (New Iberia, La.) 1902-1944, August 16, 1902, Image 2

IN MEMORIAM.

"Twilight and evening star,
And one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning on the bar
When I put out to sea."

From her beautiful home in the mountains of Tennessee, at Rugby, on Friday 
morning August 1st, Mrs. Sarah Pomeroy, beloved wife of Frederick O. 
Wellman, passed onward to her reward. She had been ailing for several days, 
under the care of her physician, with no suggestion of serious results. Her 
husband and two daughters were at her bedside when the Master came and 
called for her, and she arose and went out quickly, leaving her dear ones 
stunned by the suddenness of this irreparable loss. A son, Chas. Pomeroy 
Wellman lives in Boston. One brother Richard Alsop Pomeroy, now living in 
New Iberia, La. One sister, Mrs. Carrie Pomeroy Onderdonk living in 
Brooklyn, New York, and a half brother and sister Lewis Pomeroy, and Mrs. J. 
B. Menager of Point Pleasant West Virginia.

Mrs. Wellman was born in Pomeroy, Ohio, a place of considerable importance, 
but which her grandfather, Samuel Wyllys Pomeroy of Boston, bought when it 
was called "wild western land." Her father was Chas. R. Pomeroy. Mrs. 
Wellman comes from a long line of distinguished ancestors, who form a part 
of the Nation's history antedating the revolution. On one of the ancestral 
homes, the Wyllys homestead, stood the famous Charter Oak.

Mrs. Wellman's mother was Elizabeth Worthington, daughter of Thomas 
Worthington, who came from Virginia into Ohio before that state government 
was organized. He was one of the earliest senators and governors of the new 
state, when such distinction meant brain and character, not merely political 
influence. Mrs. Wellman was a lovely representation of many generations of 
thorough culture, with a wonderfully spiritualized beauty of heart, mind and 
soul, all her own.

"A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort and yet command:
And yet, a spirit still and bright,
With something of angelic light."

Mrs. Wellman was educated in Boston. Thirty years ago she married Mr. Fred 
O. Wellman of Boston, and together they made an extensive journey through 
the old world. Mr. Wellman having lived and traveled abroad for many years 
was enabled to select the most interesting places, and in every respect make 
the trip so delightful that the pleasant memory was a joy throughout their 
lives. Mrs. Wellman was a devoted member of the Episcopal church, as most of 
her family are and have been. Wherever she lived her influence in church and 
in society was a strong power for good. She absorbed the principles of the 
great Kindergartener Froebei in their highest sense considering the care of 
a little child with its wonderful body and spotless soul the greatest 
responsibility that could come into a human life. Faults in childhood she 
regarded as either hereditary or the influence of environment, therefore 
should be treated with the same consideration as physical ills. In the 
sacred relation of wife and mother, no words can tell of her gentle patience 
and unfailing wisdom and loveliness. "So her children arose and called her 
blessed, and her husband also, and he praiseth her." Several years ago Mr. 
and Mrs. Wellman traveled through the South seeking a desirable climate.

They spent some time in New Iberia, where they made many friends. Later on 
they found a charming spot in the mountains of Tennessee.

A number of cultured English people from the old college town of Rugby had 
settled there. The climate proved beneficial in many respects. Mrs. Wellman 
at once interested herself in the church and sunday school, sowing seeds of 
kindness and blessing all who came within her influence. And so, when like a 
tired child, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, all the people seemed to 
vie with each other in showing their affection and honoring her memory. The 
town bell was muffled and tolled to express public sorrow. Her last resting 
place was a couch of roses, and all that loving hearts and hands could do, 
was done to comfort the sorrowing hearts of her dear ones, who stood, as it 
were, still gazing up into Heaven into which she had passed out of their 
sight. There was no drapery of black in that loved blessed home, from which 
the very heart and center of all its joy had gone. For the dear wife and 
mother always emphasized the fact "that to put on immortality and be 
received into the Father's house, into the place prepared for us, was the 
blessed privilege of God's children" So those to whom she was dearest, will 
not sorrow as those who have no hope, but rather strive to walk closely in 
her footseps, preparing to meet her in "the land not very far off."

"He holds the keys of all unknown, and I am glad;
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me
I might be sad.

"What if tomorrows cares were here
Without its rest!
I'd rather He'd unlock the day,
And as the hours swing open say,
"My will is best."

The very dimness of my sight
Makes me secure;
For groping in my misty way,
I feel His hand, I hear Him say,
"My help is sure."

Enough! This covers all my wants,
And so I rest.
For, what I cannot He can see,
And in His care we safe shall be, 
Forever blessed."






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