this — that one lay down his life for a friend." 

 She was always laying down her own affairs 

 and setting aside her own plans, forgetting 

 her own sufferings for the sake of others. It 

 never seemed as though she were conferring 

 a favor, for she had the unusual faculty of 

 making the pleasure and comfort of others 

 seem her own. 



Every one of those delightful visits to 

 Orton stands out distinctly In my memory, but 

 as I write one occasion recalls Itself more 

 vividly than the others. It was my first visit 

 to Wilmington after I had moved to Chapel 

 Hill. The invitation from both of you 

 awaited me on my arrival. I accepted, of 

 course; indeed, I don't think I ever declined 

 a single one of those Invitations. 



I went to the w^harf and there found the 

 most bountiful and delicious provisions, put 

 up by her own hand. I thanked Link, the 

 butler, and was about to say good-bye to him, 

 when he told me that Mrs. Sprunt had in- 

 structed him to go down the river with me 

 and take good care of me. A severe head- 

 ache had prevented her from making the trip, 

 but It had not prevented her from taking 

 every forethought and making every arrange- 

 ment for my comfort and pleasure, to the 

 smallest detail. 



God has been very good in the friends He 

 has given me, and for the friendship of your 

 wonderfully kind and generous wife I thank 



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