PETERSFIELD.
A NOVEL RIDE.—On Tuesday about two o’clock in the afternoon as P.C. Charles Troke was passing along College-street, in front of Mr. Chase’s shop, when he observed a woman named Parker, the wife of a travelling blacksmith, aged about 32 years, lying across the pavement opposite, in a state of drunken incapability. Upon going to her, and endeavouring to raise her up, he found her power of locomotion had departed, and that her understandings had become useless, he thereupon availed himself of the opportunity of a handtruck from an adjoing store, and having deposited the unconscious object of his care upon the same, he proceeded along the streets to the station, to the merriment of some, and the disgust of many of the lookers on. Having reached her destination she was placed in the cell quietly to soberize her reflections on the Sunday, and on Monday was taken before J. Bonham Carter, Esq., when, having expressed her sorrow, and promising to leave the town, she was discharged.