The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-05-09

yesterday afternoon, in Sidney Park. We
learn that, by direction Of Col Bumford,
the band will play in the same place three
afternoons each week commencing regular
ly on Monday. This will prove an addi
tional attraction to that delightful spot.
We have received note from Mr.. Il. H.
Kinard, OF Newberry, in which he asserts
that the bond of Constable Hubbard was
only $500, instead of SIS, 900, as at first re.
ported Our informer evidently was de-
sirous OF making as much of martyr as
possible OF the Chief Constable, and there
fore Increased the figures.
KATHLEEN. TO MessTs Bryan g. Nc
Carter are we indebted for copy of the
above work-No. 322 of Harpers' Library
OF Select Novels" It is by the author of
'Raymonds Heroine"-a clever and vigor-
GUS book, which deserves to be read; and it
will be read with breathless interest. In
the first place, it is told in simple, solid and
dainty English; in the second place, it is
written by master hand; and in the third
place, the story is e1cellently contrived,
well told and skillfully worked up to an
effective crisis. The price is fifty cents.
STREwING FLowERs OVER THE GRAVES OF
THE DEPARTED. we shall share
in this beautiful custom, which has been
revived to keep alive the memory of our
dead soldiers. Why not from henceforth
make it an universal custom-a tribute of
affection and respect for all our cherished
dead who sleep their last sleep? To strew
o grave with flowers, rs the poor inhabitants
below loved while living, is pious plea
sure; it is living link between US and the
dead, and keeps alive an affection which be-
longs not to the world; though poor thing
1t is our own, for we feel that the flowers
are kept alive by an invisible hand, that in
the still, dark night they continue to grow,
while we are wrapt in as sound a slumber as
that which falls upon the dead-the only
difference being that we may perchance
awaken. There is no such link between us
and them in cold, grey. hard, dead tomb
stone; the tears which fall upon the flowers
are not lost, for we know not but what their
perfume may be waited to Heaven. Flowers
strewed upon graves seem like sacred OBJ
Jects; In our minds they somehow appear to
belong to the dead to be hallowed by the
mounds upon which they have been strewn.
There are numberless passages in the old
poets abounding with descriptions of
flowers dedicated to the dead. The gentle
hearts of these poets clung to the flowers
with fond affection; in their eyes they
were sweet messengers bearing meanings
and thoughts too deep for tears ever hint
ing of love which dieth not, but liveth on
forever in another state of existence They
traced in the flowers fanciful resemblances
of fond passions -likenesses of what they
loved and cherished all the moro since the
original forms which they fancied the
flowers resembled were transplanted into
heavenly gardensi
The TRUE PRoMETHEAN FIRE.-When Sir
Samuel Romilly visited Paris immediately
after the first French revolution, he re.
marked:
Everything saw convinced me that, in
dependently of our future happiness and
our sublimest enjoyment in this life, religion
Is necessary to the comforts, the convenience
and the elegancies of life. Not only never
met with writer truly eloquent who did
not at least affect to believe in religion. but
never met with one whose religion was not
the richest source of his eloquence."
There is much truth in this. Even in
things intellectual the rule will hold good
that piety is power. No production of ge-
MUS will survive to the end of all things in
which there is not something of God OF
all the powers and faculties of the human
mind, the noblest is tho one God has created