His remains were identified on the next day by General Gordon and Captain Shaw, and were, after due preparation, sent to Washington, and thence to Oakhill Cemetery, Georgetown.
There took place on the 25th of September that simple and touching funeral ceremony, the narrative of whose pathetic loneliness has touched many hearts; while it was yet more consonant with the nature of Stephen Perkins than would have been any priestly or military splendor.
The services were performed by Rev. John C. Smith of the Fourth Presbyterian Church in Washington, who thus describes the scene:—--
There were but four of us,—the father, Dr. Francis H. Brown, Surgeon of Judiciary Square Hospital, and a young ministerial friend, Mr. D. R. Frazier, from the Union Theological Seminary, New York.
As we were about to leave the Superintendent's house, I beckoned to three wounded convalescents near by, and said to them, Boys, I have come here to bury a young officer; we have no guard, fall in and act
killed at Cedar Mountain, Va., August 9, 1862.
Nathaniel Bradstreet Shurtleff, Jr. was born in Boston, March 6, 1838.
His father, Dr. Nathaniel Bradstreet Shurtleff, was the son of Dr. Benjamin Shurtleff, who for many years was an eminent physician of Boston, but originally from Plymouth County, where his ancestors, as well as those of his wife, Sally (Shaw) Shurtleff, had dwelt since the earliest days of the Colony, having crossed in the first Pilgrim vessels.
His mother, Sarah Eliza (Smith) Shurtleff, was the daughter of Hiram Smith, Esq., of Boston.
At the age of not quite four and a half years, Nathaniel entered his first school, and in two years was admitted to one of the public grammar schools of the city.
His early boyhood was that of a bright and happy child, roguish and playful, yet withal well behaved, intelligent in mind, and sunny in disposition.
He was exceedingly fond of reading, even before he was seven years old, finding pleasure in very mature books, and un