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Show A DEATH-BED WISH. This story is true. Old Mr. Thompson, Thomp-son, the doctor said, had but two hours to live. Wo stood by his bedside, and held his hand; and, as tho shadows gathered over his pallid countenance, we leaned toward him, aud whispered to him: "Thompson, havo you anything to sa? Any last words that you desire to utter? Any regrets to express before be-fore you leave the world?" He turned his head slowly toward us, and with a sigh, said: "1 have but a singlo sorrow. There is but one recollection that brings a pang to my heart as 1 die. I depart with the reflection that I have neglected ne-glected to improve but one great opportunity op-portunity of my life." "And what is it, Thompson? Tell us frankly, and perhaps we may bo able to promise to amend it ia such a fa-hion that your last moments may be soothed and comfortable."' "No! no! M;:s,M he said; "That cannot be. II y only rep ret W and here a look of unutterable disappointment disappoint-ment came from his eyes "my only rctrt, iu dep-ming, is that J have never seen the falls of Nia-tfify-ra! " The best of it is that old Thompson recovered uiti"v!y a few weeks later; and, although lie lived for lil'iecn year.i aiierward, ho never went uuar the ialU ouee. |