THE ROGATE BALL.—OnThursday evening last a Ball was held at the White Horse Inn. A few years ago it was an annual affair, but in some way was allowed to ‟sink in oblivion’s shade,” although it was usually well attended; some years 150 persons having assembled to enjoy a night on the ‟light fantastic toe,” but our new and enterprising landlord not being content to let old customs die, issued circulars, stating a Ball would take place on the night above mentioned. This appeared to be the very thing wished for by the young people of the neighbourhood, for by nine o’clock nearly sixty had assembled; coming from Petersfield, Midhurst, and other places. Dancing went on vigorously till one o’clock, when a first-rate tea was disposed of, as vigorously; dancing again commenced, and was kept up till nearly ‟peep o’day.” The room was tastefully decorated with evergreens, and altogether reflected the highest credit on Mr. and Mrs. Chapman. We suppose it will now be established as an annual thing, and we have no doubt successfully so.