One captain Hollymore, an officer on half-pay, who, for some time past, lodged at the Nine Elms, near Vauxhall, has of late, when in perfect health, been heard to say, that his mother had frequently told him he would die on the 10th of November, 1769. The captain himself was strongly prepossessed with this notion. On Friday last, the 10th instant, without any visible signs of illness, more than apparent depression of spirits and a frequent sighing, he made his will; executed it, and gave orders about his funeral; at the same time assuring his friends that he would die that night.
As there was no appearance of illness, more than a depression of spirits, his friends considered this affair as merely ideal; however, in the morning, he was found dead in his bed, without the least signs of his not having died a natural death.
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