"Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose." 



She who was so tenderly loved and uni- 

 versally admired, Luola Murchison Sprunt, 

 has passed to the great beyond, and many 

 there are who mourn for her. 



Of singular grace and warm sympathy, she 

 endeared herself to all who came in contact 

 with her, and the extent of her influence for 

 good is well-nigh boundless. 



She was endowed with many talents, con- 

 spicuous among which was her artistic ability. 

 This expressed itself in many ways, notably in 

 the beautiful appointments of her home in 

 Wilmington and Orton. 



Her friends remember her keen enthusiasm 

 for the rare and exquisite etchings, of which 

 she made a most interesting collection, and 

 love to think of her as she explained the excel- 

 lent work of her favorite artists. 



Amidst the many changes of the years, how 

 great is the pleasure of reviewing happy hours 

 of the past. "Yes, tho' thy smile be lost to 

 sight, to memory thou art dear." How hand- 

 some and gracious was Mrs. Sprunt that day 

 when she welcomed as her guest in her Wil- 

 mington home President William H. Taft. 

 The occasion was a formal breakfast in honor 

 of the President and a party of friends. No 

 setting for such a scene could have been more 

 charming. The vine-embowered piazza with 



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