depressing influences ever destroyed that natural buoyancy, geniality and vivacious bon homme which he possessed in a marked degree. These qualities ever attracted to him the young men, who enjoyed his society and profited by his example and advice, while his extensive reading, long observation of men and manners, his delicate humor and great refinement, threw a charm over his converse with people of all ages. In kindness Thetae Was entled on which he filed of about sixty years. ncluding the Rev. Dr. congregation to the Philip and Hudson ted and able of the lence of a keen and n the walls of that „d constitu o many Wellectual p. wer, Tid De cher here long att to Way to fre deta This has long driven most of its members to other parts of the city, and now the site has become one of the most valuable in the city for commercial purposes. The present congregation will hold service hereafter in Association Hall until the completion of their new edifice on Eagle street. Paper.........The temperature changed from extreme cold to moderate, with snow, and rain, and at night to extreme cold again...... Norah, wife of James Mooney, died, aged 54. Alexander Nelson died, aged 22. 10. Air, h. 32, 1. 3. 11. Air, h. 10, 1.-3.........Stephen B. Hutchinson, Jr., died, aged 22. Mary A., wife of Peleg Noyes, died, aged 61. Michael Bowe died, aged 22. 12. Air, h. 10, 1. -6......... Mrs. Sarah L. Batcheldor died. Mrs. Mary Hale died, aged 91. Eliza Margaret, daughter of the late Henry I. Bleecker of Albany, and widow of Judge Chapman, died at Mobile, Alabama. 13. Air, h. 17, 1. 8.......... William McCormick died, aged 57. John Tweddle, Jr., died at Bergen, N. J. John Gardner died, aged 84. The following account of him was written by General John Meredith Read, Jr., for the Evening Journal. Few residents of Albany had more friends or a wider circle of acquaintance than old Gardner. He was one of the few remaining specimens of the thoroughly trained, ancient family servants. Always efficient, honest and truly courteous, he of fered an example which was not without its influence in this community. We have learned many lessons of true politeness from this good old man. The Bible dignifies the calling of a servant, while it inculcates humility and strict obedience to superiors. Gardner approached more nearly the requirements of the New Testament in this respect than almost any other we ever knew. He performed what are commonly considered unusual duties with an air of refinement which spoke volumes for his real gentility of mind and heart. Who, that has seen him of late years toiling up and down our steep streets, can ever forget the amiable smile, the deferential greeting, the raised hat, with which he saluted each passing acquaintance? Under the most trying circumstances, even when pain racked every nerve, his natural politeness asserted itself, and haloed his intercourse with all. Over the grave of such a man we may indeed shed mingled tears of joy and regret of joy, that he is released from all earthly suffering; of regret, that we have lost a gentle, genial and unselfish friend. To his memory we pay our tribute of respect, and to those who knew his worth we offer the following slight sketch of his life: John Gardner was born about 1787, on Colonel John Walker's plantation, called Belle Beau, six miles from Milton county, Virginia. His father was a captain in the royal British army, and his mother was for many years the trusted housekeeper at Belle Beau. Colonel Walker's wife was a Miss Custer, and their daughter married Mr. Cleland Kinlaw, of South Carolina. The granddaughter, Miss Kinlaw, married Judge Hugh Nelson, son of Mrs. Nelson, of Yorktown, whose fine mansion sheltered many of our wounded men during the late rebellion. Colonel Walker kept many house servants, and owned several hundred slaves. On one occasion Gardner said to the writer, "When I was a little tyke, sir, I was an outrider. I wore a little red suit, with gilt bell buttons and top boots, and I rode in front of Colonel Walker's carriage, to open the gates, and tend to the ladies' calls. Sir, Colonel Walker's house was a very fine one, sir. It had great pillars in front, and wings like the Manor house. The floors were washed twice a day. Every morning in the right season, sir, Colonel Walker would come out into the grounds dressed in a large flannel dressing gown, and call for me. And I would run by his side with a basket and pick enough mushrooms for breakfast, sir. Colonel Walker had a church of his own, sir, on his place, and Parson Murray preached in it. Some years ago, Mr. Frank Walker, sir, came to Saratoga Springs, and his waiter stopped here to see me. I remembered him, sir, for he used to live with Mr. Frank Tipball; but I 'spect they're all gone now, sir. While I lived with Colonel Walker, I frequently saw Mr. John Peyton. He was a stout, fine looking gentleman. I often went over to Monticello, Mr. Thomas Jefferson's place, on the top of the high hill. You have been there within a few years, sir; and you remember, in the hall, the bust of some famous Frenchman, I've forgotten his outlandish name, sir, [Voltaire]. Mr. Jefferson was a tall, thin man. Mr. Thomas Randolph was often there. He was tall and slim, too. His place was called Shadwell. Peter Hammond, a slave, a club footed man, was Mr. Jefferson's cook. His head waiter was named Burrill. The kitchens, you know, sir, were built partly under ground, and connected with the main building by long passage ways. If you stood at one end, it was like looking through a spy-glass, sir, to see the sun rise. Mr. Jefferson had glasses of all sizes, sir, arranged at different heights, so that he could sit on his piazza, sir, and look all over the country. He was a very kind man, sir, was Mr. Jefferson. He once found me asleep near his house, and he waked me up quite gently like, sir, and sent me home to Colonel John Walker's with a pocket full of cherries." We cannot do better than let Gardner tell his story throughout in his own words. "Colonel Walker bound me out to Wort Baker to learn the trade of a shoemaker, sir; but Baker turned out to be a drunkard, and he finally took me to the court house at Winchester and gave up to me my articles of indenture, although I had still several years to serve. I then went for a while to work for one Brady, a shoemaker; but I soon left him and engaged as driver to Judge Hugh Holmes, whose house, and office and other buildings were built of limestone, and occupied a whole square, sir, in the town of Winchester, Virginia. He was a very nice gentleman, sir; and I used to accompany him on the circuit. He was a great favorite in that section of country. We used to go to Culpepper, Rockingham, and so on, sir. I remember Mr. Monroe, sir. He was not a very large man. Mr. Madison though, sir, was pretty lusty. I stayed a week at his place, sir, when I was in Judge Holmes's service. I recollect well Judge Lee, of Winchester. He was tall and slim, and very good looking; and very much of a gentleman, sir. I drove Judge Holmes on one occasion to Mount Vernon, to attend a barbecue. You have seen such things, sir, in your time. And you remember that the meat is put in, and the trees are cut down and driven in around the fire in a circle; and a great dance is got up about it. General Washington was dead at the time I visited Mont Vernon. The stables were back of the house, and there were chains about the gap in the court yard. After I left Judge Holmes, I lived awhile with Mr. McGuire, who kept a very stylish boarding house, from thence I went by stage to Fredericktown. There General Peter Gansevoort saw me, and engaged me as his body servant. He was then attending the trial of General Wilkinson. I came north with him to Albany, and lived with him till he died, about the year 1813. He died in a house where the Delavan House now is. He was a very nice gentleman, sir. I remember I led the general's horse in the funeral procession, which was a very grand affair, sir. I next lived with Chancellor John Lansing till his death. Hist. Coll. iv. 2 Then I lived with Judge Jacob Sutherland, who married Chancellor Lansing's daughter, afterwards with Mr. John Kane. Then I went to Mr. Pumpelly's as waiter, and there I had a very good home, sir, for twenty odd years. Since that I have done what I could for you, sir." 14. Air, h. 3, 1. 8..........Daniel McCann (McCaughan ?) died, aged 25. Mrs. Mary Don, died, aged 80. George E. Kirk died, aged 21. Daniel McCaughan died, aged 25. 15. Air, h. 19, 1. 15..........The Rev. William James, D.D., died, aged 71. He had been confined to his house during most of the past twelve months, by a very painful disease, from which he suffered intensely but he exhibited, through all his sufferings, the utmost patience, and the most cheerful submission to the divine will. He realized during his illness in his own personal experience, the comforting influence of the truths which he had so long preached to others. And all who visited him, while he could give expression to his faith and hope, felt enveloped in an heavenly atmosphere, receiving comfort and strength themselves rather than imparting it to their suffering friend. His sick chamber was a perpetual bethel, and his last days were full of peace. Mr. James was born in this city in June, 1797. From his early boyhood, he had a love for books, and the opportunity was given him to gratify his tastes. He passed through all the grades of study, and about his 25th year, entered upon the work of the ministry. His first city pastorate was in Rochester, as early as 1825, with the Second Presbyterian Church, and he continued that connection until 1830 or 1831. Returning to his native city, he assumed the pastorate of the Third Presbyterian Church in Montgomery street. He, however, very soon gave up his position, and from that time onward, he has preached wherever providence seemed to indicate, and always acceptably, and with great ability. Although never a popular preacher, very few men of his day wrote with greater clearness, force or beauty. The publication of his sermons would be a rich legacy to the churches. But Mr. James was not merely a preacher of the word. We have never known a more thoroughly unostentatious, single hearted or noble minded Christian gentleman; and he was enabled, from the moderate income at his command, to gratify his benevolent predilections. Thousands of poor men, women and children live to bless his memory. Mr James was the second of the several sons of the late William James who was for years one of the most successful of the many successful merchants of this city, during the close of the last and the opening of the present century. He was, in every sense, a good man; and his death will be widely mourned, for two generations loved him-Journal. 16. Air, h. 32, l. 22......... Ann E. Schermerhorn, wife of S. S. Van Vechten, died, aged 62. Sarah Emily Bentley, wife of I. L. Harrell, died at Syracuse, aged 31. Harriet A. Bates died, aged 35. 17. Air, h. 17, l. 6. 18. Air, h. 17, l. 16.........Ellen, wife of James Quinn, died, aged 22. Julia Shaughnessy died, aged 58. 19. Air, h. 18, 1. 10.........James Henry died, aged 32. wife of Patrick McDonald, died, aged 66. 20. Air, h. 32, 1. 20.........Taylor Hibbard died, aged 26. man died, aged 73. Mrs. Flora Bell died, aged 74. Catharine, Eliza Gor 21. Air, h. 36, 1. 31.........Workmen began the demolition of the old wooden houses on Eagle street preparatory to building the Congregational |