AN INTELLIGENT HORSE.
[To THE EDITOR ON THE " SPECTATOR.,
Snt,—The village baker, while delivering bread on Tuesday evening, March 28th, was caught in the blinding blizzard, and could neither proceed nor return. It would not have been surprising, perhaps, had the mare ho was driving turned and taken him home. What the mare actually did seems to me of some interest. She continued the country round—seven or eight miles—and drew up at the door or gate of more than fifty customers, without a single omission or 'mistake.—I am,