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femur, with the result that the patient had a movable stump, and could 

 use an artificial limb. It was one of the first operations of the kind 

 successfully performed in England. It was through the influence of Mr. 

 Shuter that his friend and patient, Mr. Charles Kettlewell, came forward 

 to give to St. Bartholomew's Hospital € 16,000 for a new Convalescent 

 Home, now being built at Swanley, in memory of Mr. Kettlewell's brother, 

 who died- at Naples of typhoid fever. 



Mr. Shuter had been a diligent student, throughout a very earnest 

 worker, had taken honours in examinations, was possessed of excellent 

 degrees, and was, above all, a careful and accomplished surgeon. Even 

 these, high claims though they be, are not the reasons why Mr. Shuter 

 was held in so great regard by all who knew him; they are not the 

 reasons why his early death has filled the surgical world, and more es- 

 pecially his own hospital and school of St. Bartholomew's, with a great 

 and lasting sorrow. It may be safely said that no one ever heard him 

 say a hasty, unkind word, or knew him do an unkind action. His col- 

 leagues at his hospitals have ever found him helpful, willing, amiable even 

 to a fault. The students have never had a better friend. Many indeed 

 have this week been heard to say they never had so good a friend. Every 

 Bartholomew's student can tell of cases where he has found men doing 

 nothing, or nothing but ill, and, at infinite cost of time and work, en- 

 couraged and helped them. Indeed, no trouble seemed too great for him 

 if he saw the way to help where help was needed. His knowledge, his 

 time, and his purse were ever ready. Generous and unselfish as he was, 

 not a day passed but he burdened himself with kindly offices for others 

 whom he little knew — matters which concerned him no more than they 

 concerned any other man bent on welldoing. Indeed his unwearying in- 

 dustry in his profession, together with the constant duties self-imposed, 

 led to a condition of health which, while at times causing anxiety to his 

 friends, led to no other suspicion than that he was, like too many other 

 London surgeons, overworked. The kidney mischief, previously unsus- 

 pected, and an injury to the hip, were both indirect factors in producing 

 his most melancholy death, which leaves mourning not only his own 

 family, but his cjlleagues and pupils, and a large circle of warmly attached 

 friends. As a highly qualified and accomplished surgeon his place may, 

 perhaps readily, be filled ; but in a more personal sense he was to many, 

 friends and patients, what no other man can ever be. It may be truly 

 said "he went about doing good." 



