The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1867-06-28

Its welfare, and among the white visitors we re-
cognized many members Of that Church. After
the examination was concluded, the prize medals
were awarded tho successful competitors, AMI
representatives from each class, both boys and
girls, received the reward of merit. Tbs exercises
were closed by singing ''Ihe Beautiful Land, and
the assembly dispersed, satisfied that the African
idea was shooting in the right direction.
COURT OF GENERAL SESSIONS AND COMMON
PLEAS, Hon. F. J. MOSES presiding.-SMTH HAw-
LEY, who had been indicted OF the last term, was
tried for perjury and found not guilty; but new
charge was preferred by the Attorney General, and
he will have another trial at the Winter term OF
Court.
To-day is o general holiday, and no Court will
be held.
UNITED STATES Court, Hon. GEORGE s. BRYAN
presiding.-In tho Circuit Court, yesterday morn
ing, the application Of VIM. J. DETREvnLE, Esq,
to be admitted to practice in the United States
Courts for South Carolina, was read by c. Il.
BREWSTER, Esq, and, on his motion, the apph-
can't was sworn and admitted.
In tho case Of Che United States os. COLLINS, for
violation of the Internal Revenue Law, bench
warrant was issued for the arrest Of q number OF
defaulting witnesses in the case.
Mayors COURT, June T.-Charles Bentham,
light colored youth, who was accused BY one
James johnson with hitting him on the mug, and
of threatening to knock him into 20 cold finty
rack" and Of drawing knife on him, but who, on
examination, proved that johnson was as bad as
himself in his desire for fight and did some ad-
mirable kicking, 10 the damage of the said Charles
sbins. was fined IS, and the same favor was ex-
tended to johnson, as reward for his conduct In
the scrimmage.
Anthony Cross, black boy, who had amused
himself by yelling and whooping at night in the
street for an hour or 3d. much to the annoyance OF
the sleepy portion Of the neighborhood, and the
disgust of star gazers, made to pay 81 for the
splendid display Of his vocal abilities.
mulatto youth, who must have been born with
bottle in his mouth, and who was found in gut
ter in Cannon street, making desperate attempts
to deceive passers-by that he was waiting to meet
q man ON business, was fined IS.
No MORE. Are there any other two words in the
English language that convey more antagonistic
meanings than this simple combination OF sylla-
bles They are wrung out in silent moans from
memory that looks far over the barren gray flats
of to-day, to some unforgotten yesterday, bright
in blossom and sunshine. They blister trembling
lips, pressed to dying eyes that are fast closing to
the sights Of earth. They clutch the heart
in deadly sitting grasp at those partings,
where face wet with tears is laid in our
bosom, and we know that henceforward it will
lie there no more. They look at us mockingly
from red dawn and purple sunsets, for although
these may be exceedingly beautiful yet we can
recall other dawns and sunsets whore the gor-
geous sky banners bore their imperial device 10
friomphe :" The clouds are there, but they hang
like curtains hiding our dead hopes and bafded
ambitions, and we can only write upon them the
motto, 'sNo moro" for fate has already emblazon-
ed it o. our shield, and in Our heart and whenever
and wherever our sluggish present apes the past.
"No MORE" weeps the poor mother when her
sad ewes fall on some little token Of the beloved
presence that now moulders under the daisies.
ssNo more" groans the condemned criminal when
his heavy glance takes its last farewell Of the sum
light. sNo more" thunders the storm that wrecks;
the war that exterminates, the pestilence that
smites. Natures voices, too, with all their elo-
auence OF the doctrine Of eternal compensation have
an undertone that swells the sad refrain. She
says to us: 'sMy flowers fade, but thousand
spring up to fill their places; my trees fall, but in
few summers the forests wave with stronger
growth; but to thee, the beauty that gladdened,
the shade that refreshed, are emo more" But
there is a 'sno more," the very triumph note Of a
well-spent life. There comes to this life day,
when passion can no longer rend, nor temptation
lead it from the narrow, straight path. When the
battle is over, and though spent and feeble and
sorey wounded, the victory has been won. The
cumbrous husk OF mortality is cast of, and,
trembling with JOY, the enfranchised soul looks
down at the SCARED tenement and cries, "Uh,
prison house, I viii return to thee no more"