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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VI, Issue 291, 9 December 1871, Page 2

During the violent storm iu Melbourne, a powerful entire Lorse, the property of Messrs. Degraves, was being led througjh Elizabeth street, and probably disliking the effects of the rain on his back, he suddenly broke loose, sprang across tbe channel, and took shelter under the verandah of Mr. Mooney's chemist shop. Happening to look inside he espied his reflection in a very large mirror that stands opposite the door, and nothing daunted, walked straight into the shop, presumedly to have a closer view of himself. On a nearer inspection he expressed unmistakeable symptoms of satisfaction at his appearance by nodding his head, pawing the floor, &c. ' The consternation of the proprietor may be more easily imagined than described, as he momentarily expected destruction of the surrounding glass cases and their contents. After satisfying his curiosity the horse suffered himself to be blindfolded, and was quietly backed out, having only damaged a few bottles of patent medicines. A Consolation tor the Ladies. — This world abounds in him-perfections. A Letter was received in Christchurch by last mail bearing the following genuine, unique, and charming ambiguous address : — " Mr. George Cole, Post-office. Middle Island/ New Zealand, or elsewhere." The letter was delivered to Mr. George Cole, of Christchurch, and thus reached its destination notwithstanding the vagueness of its address. An impatient Welshman called to his wife, "Come, come, isn't breakfast ready ? I've had none since yesterday, and tomorrow will be the third day." This is equal to the call of the stirring housewife, who aroused her maid at four o'clock, with, "Come, Mary, get up! Here 'tis Monday morning, to-morrow is Tuesday, the next day's Wednesday — half the week gone, and nothing done yet ! ,