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.

5.2. 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