My young readers, who wish to know about Shakspeare, better get these vallyable remarks framed. I returned to the hotel.  Meetin a young married couple, they asked me if I could direct them to the hotel which Washington Irving used to keep? "I've understood that he was onsuccessful as a lan'lord," said the lady. "We've understood," said the young man, "that he busted up." I told 'em I was a stranger, and hurried away.  They were from my country, and ondoubtedly represented a thrifty Ile well somewhere in Pennsylvany.  It's a common thing, by the way, for a old farmer in Pennsylvany to wake up some mornin' and find ile squirtin all around his back yard.  He sells out for 'normous price, and his children put on gorgeous harness and start on a tower to astonish people.  They succeed in doin it.  Meantime the Ile squirts and squirts, and Time rolls on.  Let it roll. A very nice old town is Stratford, and a capital inn is the Red Horse.  Every admirer of the great S. must go there once certinly; and to say one isn't a admirer of him, is equv'lent to sayin one has jest about brains enough to become a efficient tinker. Some kind person has sent me Chawcer's "poems."  Mr. C. had talent, but he couldn't spel.  No man has a right to be a lit'rary man onless he knows how to spel.  It is a pity that Chawcer, who had geneyus, was so unedicated.  He's the wuss speller I know of. I guess I'm through, and so I lay down the pen, which is more mightier than the sword, but which I'm fraid would stand a rayther slim chance beside the needle gun. Adoo! Adoo! Artemus Ward _______________ V. IS INTRODUCED AT THE CLUB. MR. PUNCH, My dear Sir,--It is seldim that the Commercial relations between Great Britain and the United States is mar'd by Games. It is Commerce after all, which will keep the two countries friendly to'ards each other rather than statesmen. I look at your last Parliament, and I can't see that a single speech was encored during the entire session. Look at Congress--but no, I'd rather not look at Congress. Entertainin this great regard for Commerce, "whose sales whiten every sea," as everybody happily observes every chance he gets, I learn with disgust and surprise that a British subjeck bo't a Barril of Apple Sass in America recently, and when he arrove home he found under a few deloosiv layers of sass nothin but sawdust.  I should have instintly gone into the City and called a meetin of the leadin commercial men to condemn and repudiate, as a American, this gross frawd, if I hadn't learned at the same time that the draft given by the British subjeck in payment for this frawdylent sass was drawed onto a Bankin House in London which doesn't have a existance, but far otherwise, and never did. There is those who larf at these things, but to me they merit rebooks and frowns.