The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1868-05-07

\ RARE ScENE IN THE MAYOR ) COuRT-
SEVENTY PARTIES, WHITE AND BLACK, AR
RAIGNED IN One CAsE.-The first station
house and Mayors court room presented on
yesterday scene that can hardly be de-
scribcd. AS one approached the station
house his ears were almost deafened with
the clatter of tongues and the shutting of
feet and as he entered, sight for hours
of contemplation greeted his eyes. There
were assembled seventy personages-male
and female, white and ack,-mixed in
congruously, and each sustaining his or
her misfortune after their own disposition.
Here was white man who tried to put
on the best face he could in such company,
there another who made no attempt to hide
his shame, but hung his head low and
asked, for the sake Of his family, not to
have his name put in the paper. a curly
headed mulatto barber boy shook his head
and exclaimed "Dis is too bad i; my GUS
toners hear of it, and III have to break up
my shop" A. genteel-looking house SER
want said: oh it, jess my luck ;
nrer went nowhar whar | had no busi-
ness widout bein caught" a dozen negro
fellows walked boldly about, affecting in
ulHefcuCe illlu u ing oul uoli ShiI d
-; | can git bail | reckin. Don't sot
dis nigger back bout nothin in de creek" +"
The scene thus far is disgusting, but the
heart grows heavy with sadness and throbs
with pain as we cast our eyes in yonder
corner, where is crouched n shivering fe-
male form clad in silk and velvet. The
figure is q very fine one-there is some
thing attractive about it. The face is buried
in her hands, and she is sobbing bitterly.
Presently she raises her head. Good
heavens she is white! And there is
beauty in that face, though the features are
somewhat bloated and the eyes bleared by
dissipation. Poor stricken creature, is there
no one to save your Would to God you had
no further to 90 ON the road to ruin and de-
gradation Suddenly we are startled by
rude tones from the mouth Of brazen
piece, whose face is white: "Bill, you
fool, didn't l tell yoal to leave the ball be-
fore the police came. 4 ID of Il scrape
you've gotten me into" Bill mumbles in
reply: "No use cryin' over split milk
Sail" These sentences were abundantly
interlarded with oaths and filthy expires.
sions.
We pass from this scene into the court
room, where are gathered an immense
crowd, which fills the space allotted to the
spectators, and the galleries too. What Ii
the meaning of all this? The police made
a descent on John Clark's negro dance.
house, on Cary street, last Tuesday night
and the creatures we have just passed were
bagged us participants in q noisy, rowdy
ball.
This was the first case brought before the
new Mayor. Seventy of this salt-and-pep'
per-mixed party, looking headachy, bioatea
and PLAYED out, were marched into the prl'
soner's box, and from thence before his
Honor.
There were thirty three negro men
twenty negro women, twelve White men
and three white women. Among them VIZ
noticed John Watson, bullet-headed mu
latto member of the late black-and-tan Con
yention. All! John, you've been caught
manning rather late in life. Besides him
there were number Of members OF th'
Radical Nominating Convention, whose
names we were unable to find out.
The evidence given by the policeman wh'
arrested the party showed that they were
doing nothing but kicking up row gene
rally" and as they were only kicking ul
row generally" without hurting anybody
the Mayor discharged the whole crowd
They made their exit, together with the ma
iority of the vast assemblage in the "par
auette," in most boisterous manner, an'
for a time the confusion of Babel woul
have appeared as harmony and quiet b.
comparison with this scene.