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Globe, Volume IV, Issue 326, 29 June 1875, Page 4

A farming gentleman, of 85, went to have himself insured—life, not fire. The clerk, after seeing him spell out his age “ aightes fife,” said sharply, “ Sir, you are too old fo • us to take the risk. ” “Why so?” queries the old man. “ Because speedy death is too sure a thing.” “Well, I’ve been at your tables,” said old 85, “ and I find there ain’t one man dies at my age to 100 that die younger. \ The clerk couldn’t argue, but again regretted it wouldn’t do, A Miraculous Baby.—The birth and death of a miraculous child is reported from Saarlouis. The mother had Just been confined, the midwife was holding forth garrulously on the “blessed little creature,” and the friends were congratulating the father on his luck, when somebody asked what time it was. Judge of the surprise of all on hearing the new-born babe reply distinctly, “ Two o’clock !” But this was nothing to what followed. The company were looking on the infant with speechless wonder and dismay, when it opened it eyes and said, “I have been sent into the world to tell you that 1875 will be a good year, but that 1878 will be a year of blood.” Having uttered this prophecy, it turned on its side and expired, aged half-an-hour. The good people of Saarlouis, Ave are told, have been quite upset by the miraculous utterance of the precocious prophet,