About Horss.--A writer in the knickerbocker tells these stories of the sagacity of horses
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About Horses.--A writer in the knickerbocker tells these stories of the sagacty of horses

 "Of two horse team, belonging to the Earl of -, near Oxford was very vicious, the other quite the reverse. In the stall next to the gentle horse stood one that was blind. In the morning, when the horses about twenty of them, were turned out pasture this good tempered creature constantly took his blind friend under his protection When he strayed from his companions, his kind friend would run neighing after, and smell round him, and when recognized, would walk side by side, until the blind friend led to the grass in the field. This horse was so exceedingly gentle that he had incurred the character of being coward, when only himself was concerned hut if any of them made an attack upon his blind friend, he would fly to the rescue with such iry that . horse in the field could stand against him. This singular instance of sagaciiy, may we'll put the whole fraternity of horse jockeys to the blush They, be sure, will fight for brother jockey, whe- ther is right wrong; yet they want hlm to night for them on the first similar occasion; but this kind hearted animal could anticipate no such reciprocity "Some years ago, the servant of Thomas Walker f Manchester England, going to water the carriage

 orses at stone trough which stood at one end of the exchange dog that accustomed to lie in the stall with of them, foll ?ed the horses as usual. | On the way he was . cked by large mastIff, and was in danger of being killed. The dogs fayorite horse seeing the critical situation of his friend, sud- denly broke loose from the servant ran to the spot where the dogs fighting. and with violent kick threw the mastff from the other dog into cooper 

 companion returned quietly with him to drink at the | fountain.

 "GoD, speaking to JoB, asks him, 'Hast thou given the horse strenghl Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder2 He mocketh fear, and is not alright ed neither turneth he back from the sword Sory after that mighty battle which closed the career of | BoNAPARTE and stayed his wholesale murders, at | the disbandng par; of the British army the re- mains of a troop of horse, belonging to the Scotch Grays, were brought to the hammer. The Captain, being rich and of feeling 10th to see these noble fellows turned no butcher, baker, or beer house drags after helping to drive the French from Spain, and to turn the flank of the Lwncbies at Waterloo. He therefore bought the whole lot, and set them loose in one of his fine grass parks to wear away their old age in peace. One warm summer evening when it was just dark enough render lightning visible, a vivid flash was instantly followed by loud report of thunder At this moment the horses were grazing eisurely and apart from another, but seeing the blaze, and hearing the report, they thougha battle had begun. In a minute they were in the centre of the field, all drawn up in line, their beautiful quiverng with anxiety like leaf of poplar tremb-

 ling in the breeze listening for the word of the rider to lead them to the charge. My informant. who was an eyewitness of this wonderful scene, told he had often seen these horses Many of them hore honora- ble scars on their faces, necks, and shoulders, but none of the rump. A Scotch Gray never turns tail'

 "Soms few years ago baker in London purchas- ed at old horse at public sale He placed his side pair of paaners, or large baskets, suspended by