Royal Prince Alfred Hospital and Late Life
Stuart found time to do some public lecturing and took an active interest in the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital. In 1901, Stuart became chairman, and it was largely due to his abilities that this hospital became the largest general hospital in Australia. In 1901, Stuart was responsible for the opening of a department of dentistry at the University. In 1905, Stuart became the inaugural president of the United Dental Hospital of Sydney, in doing so, he had to overcome the opposition of American-trained dentists led by Henry Peach.
In 1908, Stuart was involved in the founding of the Institute of Tropical Medicine at Townsville and in 1914, he was created a knight bachelor. Early in 1919, he became ill and an exploratory operation disclosed that his abdominal cancer was hopeless. With great courage, he continued to carry out his work to as late as January 1920, and he died on at his home in Double Bay on 29 February 1920. Stuart married twice; firstly to Miss Ainslie in 1882 (d. 28 February 1886 from a morphia overdose) and secondly to Miss Dorothy Primrose in 1894. Lady Stuart and their four sons (two of whom later became medical practitioners) survived him. Stuart's portrait by Sir John Longstaff is at the National Gallery, Sydney. Marble busts of Stuart by James White are held by the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital and by the University of Sydney.
A granddaughter Lady (Primrose) Potter was named after his second wife.
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