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4r. s.,Mas s.. & HARTFORD. June 25.

 This last week, a married woman in the town of -, who had been working in a cotton factory,

 missed some hour after sunset her little boy o about four years old. How long he hadbe gone could not be told for the woman had been hard at work all the afternoon, and all others were too busy to care for her or for her child. Her first search silent and aione-hoping to find him, and disliking to communi- cate mothers apprehcnsions to the other males and females in the cotton factory. The night grew very dark and the search very hopeless and resort was - establishment to help find her boy The buildings, with all their stories and cellars, their suces, wheels, bands buckles, were searched with an awful appre- henson the part of the mother and the part of her assistants yet more horrible though undefnabe hope, i've will out with the word though it shame hu man natnre,) of finding leg an arm among some part of the machinery. Nothing, not even curl of his hair, was to be found the well examined cogs. search round all the premises. Wordsworth, who truly to nature describes the loss of Lucy Gray,

 "The sweetest thing that ever grew

 Beside human door," 4s#

 could tell of the agony of the parent and of the useful because the less agated exertlons o her fellow labourers. But will leave him and return to the factory. Some one, when all iother ald seemed to fail, purposed to ring the factory bell. " It might he said get more help, and it might awake the child who wassleeping somewhere and might somehow be awaked up-at any rate there coudsbe no harm init & besides there nothing else do The lantherns and neghborIood, and all the inhabitants of the contgu- ous city The cry of fire, and of where is it was raised at once. Down came the engines-down came the people, and the best ofall down came the Fire Wardens. raa

 Joab Stark, a hard working man in the day time, and proportionally hard sleeping in the night, had heard nothing of all this disturbance though he lodged in the factory buildings, and though they had been ransackcd from the ridgepole to foundation, til he was arouse by the voice of an energetic Fire Warden, who for once did not exactly know what he was about with the plain and ineligible command " form l,ne"--At which he inquired what was the matter--The warden couldn't tell him. but the moth little Jim that he used to play with and the Engines hadn't nothing to do with t'' '" All frelock," said Joab, went out on arrand this afternoon to the Paper Mills, and see Jim at Squire Tim Haneocks -he'd run away and he was too tired to walk back and thought he'd better stay there and I'd back and tell the folks where he was-and then when I come back forgot all about it.-Mirror