On one occasion, a lady in the audience, impressed by some sentiments uttered by the lecturer, inquired of him if his opinion was that we were gods.
"No," answered Mr.Alcott, "we are not gods, but only godlings," an explanation which much amused Mrs.Botta, who was always quick in perceiving the funny side of a remark.

(I timidly suggest that _s_ be substituted for _d_.) Mrs.Botta having promised to see Mr.Greeley, and urge him to give a favourable notice in the _Tribune_ of the concert where a young singer was to make her debut, went down to his office to plead for a lenient criticism.

But not one word appeared.

So down she went to inquire the reason.

She was ushered into the Editor's Sanctum, where he was busily writing and hardly looked up.