THE FEMALE BUTCHER.—On the evening of Sunday se’nnight amongst the numerous visitors at the Fighting Cocks Inn, Petersfield, was a fine youth, about 20 years of age, dressed in the garb of a butcher, who inquired if he could sleep there for the night. On being informed that he could be accommodated he sat down with a pipe and glass, and all went on well; others came in, and amongst these another character, who, although not dressed as a butcher, soon made known by his conversation that he was well acquainted with the knife and the steel. It soon became matter of inquiry between the two particular parties what part of the country each was bound for, and their different pursuits, and cups were filled and emptied to their good luck on the morrow. But there is generally something to damp the comfort of social parties, and this was the case here. To the utter astonishment of the company and the household the last-named arrival made an attack on the young butcher, by informing that individual of his suspicions that the latter was not what he appeared to be, but a female in disguise. He also added that it was the superintendent of police to whom she had been conversing, and that he must take her into custody. She stoutly denied the sex, and the company began to thing the officious blue had caught a tartar; but no, his information was too strong. The suspicion of Superintendent Fey was confirmed when the hat was removed from the pseudo-butcher’s head, disclosing her beautiful hair in natural ringlets, which showed off a fine countenance of fair complexion and a pair of bright blue eyes. She was removed to the station and taken care of. We have been informed that she is the daughter of a landlord near Farnham, but the singular cause of her freak has not transpired. The young woman has been restored to her friends,— West Sussex Gazette.