One Meal a Day. 206 Dr. Fordyce contended that as one meal a day was enough Dr. Fordyce _contented_ that as one meal a day was enough A Good Tenant. 209 unequalled in the history of landlord and tenant. _uneqalled_ in the history of landlord and tenant. Force of Imagination. 224 strength, dressed himself, plunged his head into a basin of strength, dressed himself, plunged _is_ head into a basin of Spirit of Dundee. 242 in the Castle of Edinburgh, upon a strong suspicion of attachment in the Castle of _Edinburg_, upon a strong suspicion of attachment Assuming the Form of a Bird. 248 "Mole" was unclear in the scan: A wild song, sung by the boatmen of the _Mole_, in Venice, An Old Pike. 297 Mannheim, Germany, with the following announcement, in _Manheim_, Germany, with the following announcement, in to the museum at Mannheim, where it now hangs, a light, desiccated to the museum at _Manheim_, where it now hangs, a light, _desicated_ Manna Marked with the Number Six. 324 In the Cabala, the number _six_ was considered to be one of In the _Calaba_, the number _six_ was considered to be one of Virtue in the Number Seven. 325 observing number 7 after observing number _?_ after A Smuggler's Talisman. 341 Gaol, February, 1749-- _Goal_, February, 1749-- Sailors whistling, 247. moved to alphabetical order in index. This list shows potential changes. The unmodified line is shown first and the suggested line is shown second. Introductory poem Intiquities_ and blunders _Iniquities_ and blunders Temple of the Sun. 105 edifice in the Persian empire edifice in the _Peruvian_ empire Reformatted poem on the three crosses-- INRI My God! My God! vers of my tears I come to Thee; bow down thy blessed ears To hear me, wretch, oh let thine eyes, which sleep Did never close, behold a sinner weep. Let not, O God! my God! my faults, though great And numberless, between thy mercy-seat And my poor soul be thrown, since we are taught. Thou, Lord! rememberest thyne, If thou beest sought. I come not, Lord, with any other merit Than what I by my Saviour Christ inherit: Be then his wounds my balm, his stripes my bliss, My crown his thorns, my death be lost in his, And thou my blest Redeemer, Saviour God! Quit my accounts, withhold thy vengeful rod; O beg for me my hopes on thee are set, Thou Christ forgiue, as well as pay the debt. The living fount, the life, the way I know; And but to thee o whither should I go? All other helps are vain, give thine to me; For by thy cross my saving health must be. Oh hearken then, what I with faith implore, Lest sin and death sink me forever more. Oh Lord! My God! my wayes direct and keep, In death defend that from thee I ne'er slip; And as the doom let me be raised then, To live with thee. Sweet Jesus say, Amen! NB: forgive is spelt forgiue so that "Why hast tho_u_ forsaken me" is correct.