London at last, and I'm stoppin at the Greenlion tavern.  I like the lan'lord very much indeed.  He had fallen into a few triflin errers in regard to America--he was under the impression, for instance, that we et hay over there, and had horns growin out of the back part of our heads--but his chops and beer is ekal to any I ever pertook.  You must cum and see me and bring the boys.  I'm told that Garrick used to cum here, but I'm growin skeptycal about Garrick's favorit taverns.  I've had over 500 public-houses pinted out to me where Garrick went.  I was indooced one night, by a seleck comp'ny of Britons, to visit sum 25 public-houses, and they confidentially told me that Garrick used to go to each one of 'em.  Also, Dr. Johnson.  This won't do, you know. May be I've rambled a bit in this communycation.  I'll try and be more collected in my next, and meanwhile, b'lieve me, Trooly Yours, Artemus Ward _______________ II. PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. You'll be glad to learn that I've made a good impression onto the mind of the lan'lord of the Green Lion tavern.  He made a speech about me last night.  Risin' in the bar he spoke as follers, there bein over 20 individooals present:  "This North American has been a inmate of my 'ouse over two weeks, yit he hasn't made no attempt to scalp any member of my fam'ly.  He hasn't broke no cups or sassers, or furnitur of any kind.  ("Hear, hear.")  I find I can trust him with lited candles.  He eats his wittles with a knife and a fork.  People of this kind should be encurridged.  I purpose 'is 'elth!"  ("Loud 'plaws.") What could I do but modestly get up and express a fervint hope that the Atlantic Cable would bind the two countries still more closely together?  The lan'lord said my speech was full of orig'nality, but his idee was the old stage coach was more safer, and he tho't peple would indors that opinyin in doo time. I'm gettin' on exceedin' well in London.  I see now, however, that I made a mistake in orderin' my close afore I left home.  The trooth is the taler in our little villige owed me for a pig and I didn't see any other way of gettin' my pay.  Ten years ago these close would no doubt have been fash'n'ble, and perhaps they would be ekally sim'lar ten years hens.  But now they're diff'rently.  The taler said he know'd they was all right, because he had a brother in Wales who kept him informed about London fashins reg'lar.  This was a infamus falsehood.  But as the ballud says (which I heard a gen'l'man in a new soot of black close and white kid gloves sing t'other night), Never don't let us Despise a Man because he wears a Raggid Coat!  I don't know as we do, by the way, tho' we gen'rally get out of his way pretty rapid; prob'ly on account of the pity which tears our boosums for his onhappy condition.