was taken about the beginning of the year 1874. The original from which this copy was taken was given by the Governor to his colored messenger whose name was William Sewell, and bears his autographic signature. He gave me a similar one, with a like expression of regard, similarly signed, which I have unfortunately misplaced. This copy is an excellent likeness of Governor Shepherd at his best, and is the only photographic or other portrait of him which I have seen, that in my judgment accurately or even approximately resembles him, as he appeared during his terms of public office. It is to be hoped that in the near future measures will be taken to erect a statue to his memory as the physical regenerator of the National Capital, which will depict his head and face according to this photograph, and his general physique in keeping with his age at the time it was taken, instead of the figure of him in front of the District Building, which is based on photographs of him taken in his extreme age and physical decadence, and give an absurdly erroneous impression of his appearance at the time he performed the public service for which he is distinguished. It should be remembered in connection with this subject, that Governor Shepherd was born on January 31, 1835, and was therefore only forty years, seven months, and twelve days old when he took the office of Governor of the District of Columbia, and but thirty-eight years and three months old when he became a member of the Board of Public Works. As I knew Governor Shepherd before he was appointed either as Governor or as a member of the Board of Public Works of the District of Columbia, and met or saw him almost daily during the three years of his incumbency of those positions, I feel that I can claim to have been familiar with his appearance in all of his moods, and to be qualified to pass a dependable judgment as to the accuracy of portraits taken of him then. I am taking occasion to include in this paper a list of the children of Governor Shepherd, and a list of the brothers and sisters of the Governor and Mrs. Shepherd which I inadvertently omitted from the biography which I read before the Columbia Historical Society in April, 1910. December Children of Alexander R. and Mary G. Shepherd: Susan Shepherd, Alexina Shepherd, William Young Shepherd, Grace Shepherd, Isabel Shepherd, Alexander R. Shepherd, Grant Shepherd, John Conness Shepherd. 1, 1862 December 11, 1863 November 6, 1865 The first four were born at 1125 10th Street, N.W., Washington, D. C., and the last six at Bleak House on the west side of Georgia Avenue, near the northern District boundary. The second, fourth and fifth died in early infancy. The brothers and sisters of Governor Shepherd were: Thomas M. Shepherd, Elizabeth Shepherd, Wilmer Shepherd, Honorable Arthur S. Shepherd, Speaker of the House of Delegates D. C., in 1874. Agnes Shepherd. The brothers and sisters of Mrs. Shepherd were: Dr. William P. Young, Samuel G. Young, Susan H. Young, John M. Young. The first named was born in Portsmouth, Virginia, and the last three in Washington, D. C. Susan H. Young, became the wife of Justice Andrew J. Bradley of the Supreme Court, D. C. REPRINT FROM THE DAILY NATIONAL INTELLIGENCER. Wednesday, April 28, 1841. Rev. Andrew T. McCormick, Minister of the First Episcopal Congregation. Yesterday morning, at 2 o'clock, after an illness of four days, the Rev. Andrew T. McCormick died, aged about 80 years. This venerable servant of God has resided in Washington for forty-five years, and for twenty-three years was the Minister of the First Episcopal Congregation formed in this city. Love to God and good will to his fellow-man were the prevailing sentiments of his heart. His end was peace. The body of the deceased will be removed from his late dwelling to Christ Church at 4 o'clock this afternoon, where appropriate services will be performed. The friends of the family are respectfully invited to attend the funeral Monday, May 3, 1841. Life's little stage is a small eminence, Inch high the grave above-that home of man, What a leveler is death! The high and the low, the illustrious and the obscure, alike find repose in the bosom of their parent earth. All the conflicts of ambition, the agitations of passion, and the bitterness of hatred, are hushed forever in the cold embrace of death. "How lov'd, how valued once, avail thee not, A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all THOU art, and all the PROUD shall be." The loftiest elevation or the lowliest obscurity cannot shelter us from the unerring shaft of the insatiate archer. The decree has gone forth-"Man is dust, and to dust he must return." The helplessness of infancy, the vigor of manhood, and the decrepitude of age, alike sink under the inevitable stroke of the fell destroyer, and all are hastening to commingle their dust with the kindred element which is to cover and surround them. "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, These reflections have been suggested by the death of an old and venerable friend, whose body I followed to the grave a few days ago. He was among the oldest citizens. of Washington, of which he had been a resident for fortyfive years. How few who came here then, now remain! The graveyards of our city have become populous with those who existed since, and their very memories have sunk into oblivion, and have gone "Glimmering through the dreams of things that were." A few of his early pupils, now old men, followed, like myself, his remains to the tomb. What a world of reminiscences must the contemplation of his inanimate body have called up? How melancholy and solemn must have been the contrast between the memory of the past, when, in the joyousness and buoyancy of youth, they received instruction |