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derful, so much so that one day her stepmother said to her: "Mary, haven't you any human nature?" "Yes,” she replied, “it was born with me, but grace has subdued it.” One can read that spirit of consecration and devotion in the following poem, of which she was the author, and which likewise testifies to her exceptionable literary ability:
My native isle! My native isle!. The sordid strife and petty cares Forever round thy sunny steep
That crowd the city's street, The low waves curl, with sparkling The rush, the race, the storm of life, foam,
Upon thee never meet; And solemn murmurs deep;
But quiet and contented hearts While o'er the surging waters blue Their daily tasks fulfil,
The ceaseless breezes throng, And meet with simple hope and trust And in the grand old woods awake The coming good and ill. An everlasting song. 3
And dearer far than sculptured fame The spireless church stands plain and Is that gray church to me, brown,
For in its shade my mother sleeps, The winding road beside;
Beneath the willow tree; The green graves rise in silence near, And often, when my heart is raised
With moss-grown tablets wide; By sermon and by song, And early on the Sabbath morn, Her friendly smile appears to me Along the flowery sod,
From the, seraphic throng. Unfettered souls, with humble prayer,
6 Go up to worship God.
The systems in their endless march,
Eternal truth proclaim; The sunset glow, the moonlit stream, The flowers God's love from day to Part of my being are;
day v Aowers that bloom and die. In gentlest accents name: The skies so clear and far:
The skies for burdened hearts and The stars that circle Night's dark faint brow,
A code of Faith prepare, The winds and waters free,
What tempest ever left the Heaven Each with a lesson all its own,
Without a blue spot there? Are monitors to me.
I would no more of strife or tears My native isle! my native isle! Might on thee ever meet,
In summer climes I've strayed, But when against the tide of years But better love thy pebbled beach
This heart has ceased to beat, And lonely forest glade,
Where the green weeping-willows Where low winds stir with fragrant
I fain would go to rest, The purple violet's head,
Where waters chant, and winds may And the stargrass in the early spring sweep
Peeps from the sear leaf's bed. Above my peaceful breast.
This spiritually-minded and heavenly-gifted woman took cold one autumn day, out of which tetanus, or lock jaw, developed, that caused her death on Nov. 25th, 1855, at the early age of thirty-one. Like Enoch of old she had walked with God and suddenly was not, for God had taken her. But though dead she yet speaketh, speaketh through this charming poem and a number of others equally exquisite that make up a volume of poetry entitled “Indian Legends and Other Poems,” published the very year she died, and which she dedicated to her father, "as a slight testimonal of a daughter's gratitude and affection." Let her name be enshrined forever among that galaxy of noble men and women given of God to this church. The parents of this saint were both members of this church, the mother, Mary C. (L'Hommedieu) Gardiner, uniting March 29th, 1829, and the father, Samuel S. Gardiner, twenty years later, on May 20, 1849. He had a remarkable conversion at the advanced age of sixty years. It is said that when he experienced religion he arose and made one of the most marvellous speeches ever made, which is remembered by many to this day. He was an eminent lawyer and politician. At the early age of thirty-one he had attained such prominence in the State as to be made secretary of the convention that formed the constitution of the Empire State in 1821. He was a very stately gentleman, tall, handsome and attractive, always wearing a frilled shirt. After his conversion he became very useful in the church, which he had already served for a number of years as a trustee, being a teacher in the Sunday school.
We have now reached the summer of 1847 in the tracing down of those who have served the church as pastor or preacher. Mr. Sheldon's services ceased in June, 1847. About this time the Rev. Mr. Lord returned to Shelter Island after an absence of thirteen years for rest and recuperation. During these years he had unceasingly labored as pastor of the Mariners' Church in Boston, and also as agent of the Seamen's Friend Society. His health had become so broken through these arduous duties that he was forced to leave the city, and in order to regain his accustomed vigor and at the same time provide for his family, he turned to Shelter Island with the purpose of becoming a tiller of the soil. Settling on Menantic Creek he was soon engaged in farming, with the happy result of restoring to him speedily his wonted powers. Again he was ready to go forth as a preacher of righteousness, and the Lord of the harvest as speedily pointed out to him what proved to be the last and closing field for his labors. This church being without a preacher needed a supply. It turned to Mr. Lord for the third time in its need. At first it simply asked him to tide over the going and the coming servant of God, whoever he might be, and so one Sabbath in September, 1847, the male members were requested to remain after the close of the meeting for the purpose of consulting “about getting a minister to preach for us (them), and they Voted Unanimous that the Trustees offer Mr. Lord $7.00 per Sabbath to preach for them until they could obtain some one permanently to preach for them.” To this invitation Mr. Lord favorably responded, but upon the one condition that when they found a man of their choice to minister to them in the things of Christ he would step aside, and if still residing among them would heartily assist them in his settlement and support. Under these conditions he began his labors. The winter came and went. Each succeeding week strengthened the bond between them, until at last the church became conscious that the man they were seeking and that God had for them was the very man who stood before them. The result was that on Feb. 28th, 1848, the sense of the church was called for, in a meeting held in the school-house, in regard to calling Mr. Lord, not as a supply, according to the custom of the church since the death of Mr. Hall in 1812, but as pastor. The response was unanimous, and the Rev. Daniel M. Lord was thereupon solicited to become the pastor of this church, with a promise of four hundred dollars per annum as salary. After much prayer, counsel and deliberation he assented to their desires, and on the inth of April, 1848, pursuant to notice given the parish, met in the schoolhouse "for the purpose of making a call for the settling of the Rev. D. M. Lord as our pastor.” The meeting was moderated by the Rev. Anson Sheldon, the church's previous supply. He opened it with prayer. But one feeling was expressed, all hearts being united in the desire that the great Head of the Church might appoint the man of their choice to lead them like a shepherd and be a pastor to them. After the prayer this formal action was taken: "Voted unanimously that we make out a call for the settlement of Rev. D. M. Lord as our installed pastor, that we give Rev. Mr. Lord annually the sum of four hundred dollars and the use of the parsonage and three Sabbaths per annum. We, agreeably to the vote. made out a call for the settlement of Rev. D. M. Lord, signed by the moderator and the elders, and will leave it with the Presbytery of Long Island for them to decide on. Present at the meeting as elders, C. S. Loper and Horace B. Manwaring.
"CALEB S. LOPER, Clerk.”
This call was committed to Presbytery. Presbytery then placed it in Mr. Lord's hands. He agreeing to accept, Presbytery constituted this sacred relation between Mr. Lord and this church on the 30th of August, 1848, by duly installing him as pastor of the Shelter Island Presbyterian Church. It was a happy occasion, in which both pastor and people rejoiced. The like of it had never before been seen on this.island. It was the first of its kind. Almost two hundred years had now elapsed since the settlement of Shelter Island. And while during that long period this community was never without those who feared God and worked righteousness, while it had been favored with the presence of those who were world-famed evangelists of the glorious news from heaven, while there had lived among them those who were accepted as the ambassadors of the Most High, one of whom was looked upon and acknowledged as pastor of this church, still to the Rev. Daniel M. Lord belongs the honored distinction of being the first duly installed pastor of the church of the living God on Shelter Island. While most of the former preachers of God's infinite grace were as "wayfaring men away from home tarrying as but a night,” Mr. Lord's relation, now established, was a permanent and abiding one; indeed, as we shall see in the providence of God, the relation was to last until death should remove him from all earthly toil to the heavenly land of peace and rest. As he has left on record the motive that prompted him and the condition of things spiritually that greeted him as he entered upon this pastoral relation, it seems eminently proper that the same should be repeated here, hence the following: “Permit me to say that in accepting the office of your pastor it was not pecuniary compensation I sought. If it had been my exclusive attention would have been given to the broad acres of Menantic. In this respect my worldly interests have suffered; without this ministry I might have been richer in dollars and cents. I knew this when I acceded to your wishes. Nor do I now regret it. For it was not yours but you I sought. God is my witness how I have longed for your salvation. I entered upon my labors among you in much weakness and through many discouragements. Twelve years had passed since God had blessed this church and congregation with a special dispensation of his