The Union And Journal

A week ago last Tuesday a little son of Mr. Arthur Verril, of this city, aged 7 years, got on board the cars, and the conductor of the train, supposing that he belonged to some of the passengers, carried him to Boston. The Chief-of-police took him to the city crier's, where he was given a bowl of bread and milk, after which the little chap said he wanted to go home, and ran out of the open door. The police were immediately notified, but the most vigorous search did not find him until the next morning, at an alms house five miles from the city. During the night he had strayed that distance, and was found by the roadside "dead drunk," some infernal scoundrel having answered the boy's petition for water by plying him with liquor. He was taken back to Boston and advertised; which advertisement reached the father, who recovered the boy. Mr. Verril justly feels a debt of gratitude to the city crier and his daughter of Boston, for the parental care which they took of the little pilgrim.