One evening as ... began to fall in abundance, Where now [_punctuation and capitalization unchanged: may be intentional_] Omniscient Dispenser of destinies! [Omiscient] the fashion mania which sometimes attack young people [_text unchanged_] Chapter XV rigid discipline, and military trainings [_plural in original_] Chapter XVI ... spring had succeeded to the blustering gales of winter [_text unchanged: "to" may be an error_] The day was calm and serene [_paragraph at page break added by transcriber_] Chapter XVII Her natural and acquired endowments [_"and" missing: see source_] Neighbourly and companionable [companiable] Chapter XVIII commanded by sir George Prevost [_capitalization unchanged_] some arrangements,--whereby the New England States [_punctuation unchanged_] Chapter XXI. He was preparing for his departure thence. [_text unchanged: error for "thither"?_] Chapter XXII. turning his insidious eyes towards Alida [insiduous] Chapter XXIII. cleared the atmosphere and revived the earth [the the earth] Chapter XXIV. on which account they have placed a chevaux-de-frieze [_unchanged: source has "frise"_] several taverns, the largest of which called Shepherd's hotel [_missing "at": see source ("at the largest...")_] Chapter XXVI. They were formed like a battalion [battallion] Shews countless ages it has run its course. [_archaic spelling unchanged_] the wild'red eye surveys [_text unchanged: may be error for "wilder'd"_] Chapter XXIX. When the sun was gilding the western hemisphere [gliding] Chapter XXXII. Health, pleasure and naivette [_spelling unchanged_] ... the object of its affection!" "I know ... [_quotation marks unchanged_] such as appear to lay in wait [_text unchanged_] List of Subscribers Lawrence, Mrs. Effingham [_. invisible_] Weeks, Miss Sarah Elizabeth [_final , missing or invisible_] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ALIDA: Details [Transcriber's Note: The following is a little more personal than the average Transcriber's Note. Given the nature of the book, this may be inescapable. In classical literature, there is a form called the _cento_. The word does not mean a hundred of anything; it comes from the Greek word for patchwork. In its original form, the cento takes small pieces of familiar works such as the Aeneid and reassembles the segments-- anywhere from a few words to two full lines-- into a new text. As rearranged, the content can be anything from saints' lives to outright obscenity.