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Lost on a Railway. "Moosup Station!" roared the conductor on the H. P. & F. R. R., as advertisements economically style that line of road that ones Connecticut in two--as for it goes — probably on the principle that it might go farther and fare worse, or rather get no fares. The train stopped, the axles screeched, the whistle shrieked, and the engine sent out side puffs of spiteful steam, and on the platform a little old lady with a big new handbox in that state of mingled confusion and excitement common to old ladies from the country a prospect of a journey, particularly a journey after that incantation of Young America a locomotive. "Good-by, mother!" said a mild-looking, dark eyed woman giving the old lady a kiss. "Good-by, grammar" shouted a thick set boy from his station beside the engine, which be was surveying, much as if he had taken an order to build one, and meant to improve on this pattern. "Oh, dear me! where's my bundle?--no, my handbox! I dec