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looking man on board, and you will be sure to be 

 right." The courier followed the direction ; and, sta- 

 tioning himself near the gangway, he took his master's 

 measure of every passenger as he entered. He could 

 not be mistaken. As soon as the plank was withdrawn, 

 he approached Mr. Webb, hat in hand, and, with a 

 deferential word of recognition, done in the best grace 

 of French politeness, handed him the letter. One of 

 the deputation, noticing the incident, and wondering 

 how the man knew whom he was addressing without 

 previous inquiry, questioned him afterwards on the 

 subject, and learned from him the ground on which he 

 proceeded. The photographic likeness presented in 

 connection with this notice was taken shortly before his 

 decease, at the age of nearly 66, and when his health 

 was greatly impaired. 



Few men ever carried out so fully the injunction, not 

 to let the left hand know what the right hand did, in 

 the quiet and steady outflow of good will and good 

 works, as Mr. Webb. Even those nearest and dearest 

 to him never knew what that right hand did as a help 

 in time of need, what that large heart felt in time of 

 others' affliction, what those lips said to the sorrowing, 

 in tearful moments of grief, until they had been stilled 

 for ever on earth. Then it came out, act by act, word 

 by word, thought by thought, from those who held the 



