ANECDOTE OF A GOAT. — Some few years ago, when the drivers of stage-coaches were at the acme of their glory, at the little town of Petersfield no less than twenty-four passed through daily. In one of the stables of an inn, where about half the coaches stopped, the groom had for some years kept a goat. One day the horses had been changed in a coach, and were ready to proceed on their journey, when the goat took his station in front of the ‟leader,” and ran all the distance to Godalming—twenty-four miles—at the head, taking care to stop when the coach stopped. He slept at Godalming all night, and ran back at the head of the coach the next day. After this feat, his goatship made the same journey for several years, going from Petersfield on one day, and returning the next. One fine day in summer (after he had become old) he led the coach about a mile out of Petersfield, and, after ascending a some-what steep hill, he stopped, looked around, and after a few minutes walked quietly back toward the town. On arrival, he proceeded to the stable where he had bee used to live, and laid quietly down. A few days afterwards, the grooms their favorite could not be well, gave him all sorts of medicines, &c., that they thought might do good; but soon, however, their friend fell a victim to the grave, and was often talked about in the town, and by travellers who had ridden on the coach when led by the goat. This may be relied on as strictly correct.—C. M. in the Family Friend.