PETERSFIELD.
A HORSE FRIGHTENED BY A BELL TEAM.—On Saturday morning, Mr. C. J. Crosweller’s cart, loaded with beer from the brewery in the Spain, while stopping at this house in Square, the man in charge having gone in for the purpose of delivering some malt, when a bell team coming behind, the horse being a young one, suddenly ran off, proceeding down the High-street at a fearful pace, and on reaching the bottom of the same, in endeavouring to turn the Dolphin corner into the Portsmouth road, ran with great violence against the house of R. S. Cross, Esq., shaking the brickwork of a projecting corner and pitching one of the shafts against the support of the front entrance, suddenly came to a stand still. The horse fell on the pavement with great force and both shafts were broken short off, when he was luckily released, without further injury than a cut over the eye; and we may add that it was, under all the circumstances, considered one of the most providential escapes from serious mischief that has taken place in the town for a very long space of time.