This is a new idea.  It is gin'rally the wife who suffers, in the play, for her husband; but here's a noble young feller who shuts both his eyes to the apparent sinfulness of his new young wife, and takes her right square to his bosom.  It was bootiful to me, who love my wife, and believe in her, and would put on my meetin clothes and go to the gallus for her cheerfully, ruther than believe she was capable of taking anybody's money but mine.  My marrid friends, listen to me:  If you treat your wives as though' they were perfeck gentlemen--if you show 'em that you have entire confidence in them--believe me, they will be troo to you most always. I was so pleased with this conduct of Shaun that I hollered out, "Good boy!  Come and see me!" "Silence!" sum people said. "Put him out!" said a sweet-scented young man, with all his new clothes on, and in company with a splendid waterfall, "put this old fellow out!" "My young friend," said I, in a loud voice, "whose store do you sell tape in?  I might want to buy a yard before I go hum." Shaun is tried by a Military Commission.  Colonel O'Grady, although a member of the Commission, shows he sympathizes with Shaun, and twits Feeny, the Gov'ment witness, with being a knock-kneed thief, &c., &c.  Mr. Stanton's grandfather was Sec'y of War in Ireland at that time, so this was entirely proper. Shaun is convicted and goes to jail.  Hears Arrah singin outside.  Wants to see her a good deal.  A lucky thought strikes him; he opens the window and gets out.  Struggles with ivy and things on the outside of the jail, and finally reaches her just as Mr. Feeny is about to dash a large wooden stone onto his head.  He throws Mr. F. into the river.  Pardon arrives.  Fond embraces.  Tears of joy and kisses a la Pogue.  Everybody much happy. Curtain falls. This is a very harty outline of a splendid play.  Go and see it--Yours till then, A. Ward.    ____________________ ARTEMUS WARD AMONG THE FENIANS. To Home, April 1866. The Finians conveened in our town the other night, and took steps toord freein Ireland.  They met into the Town Hall, and by the kind invite of my naber, Mr. Mulrooney O'Shaughnessy, whose ancestors at least must have Irish blood in their veins, I went over. You may not be awair, by the way, that I've been a invalid here to home for sev'ril weeks.  And it's all owin to my own improodens.  Not feelin like eating a full meal when the cars stopt for dinner, in the South, where I lately was, I went into a Resterater and et 20 hard biled eggs.  I think they effected my Liver. My wife says, Po, po.  She says I've got a splendid liver for a man of my time of life.  I've heard of men's livers gradooally wastin' away till they hadn't none.  It's a dreadful thing when a man's liver gives him the shake.