"What has that to do with domestic servants?" do you ask? You think a house with a tall chimney, and two or three hundred servants in it, is not properly a house at all; that the sacred words, Domus, Duomo, cannot be applied to it; and that Giotto would have refused to build a Buzzing Tower, by way of belfry, in Lancashire? Well, perhaps you are right. If you are merely unlucky Williams--borrowing colossal planes--instead of true servants, it may well be that Pepe's own whistling at his darg must be very impossible for you, only manufactured whistling any more possible. Which are you? Which will you be? I am afraid there is little doubt which you are;--but there is no doubt whatever which you would like to be, whether you know your own minds or not. You will never whistle at your dargs more, unless you are serving masters whom you can love. You may shorten your hours of labour as much as you please;--no minute of them will be merry, till you are serving truly: that is to say, until the bond of constant relationship--service to death--is again established between your masters and you. It has been broken by their sin, but may yet be recovered by your virtue. All the best of you cling to the least remnant or shadow of it. I heard but the other day of a foreman, in a large house of business, discharged at a week's warning on account of depression in trade,--who thereupon went to one of the partners, and showed him a letter which he had received a year before, offering him a situation with an increase of his salary by more than a third; which offer he had refused without so much as telling his masters of its being made to him, that he might stay in the old house. He was a Scotchman--and I am glad to tell the story of his fidelity with that of Pepe and Tom Purdie. I know not how it may be in the south; but I know that in Scotland, and the northern Border, there still remains something of the feeling which fastened the old French word 'loial' among the dearest and sweetest of their familiar speech; and that there are some souls yet among them, who, alike in labour or in rest, abide in, or will depart to, the Land of the Leal. "Sire, moult me plaist vostre escole Et vo noble conseil loial, Ne du trespasser n'ay entente; Sans lui n'aray ne bien ne mal. Amours ce vouloir me présente, Qui veult que tout mon appareil Soit mis à servir soir et main Loiauté, et moult me merveil Comment homs a le cuer si vain Qu'il a à fausetié réclaim." NOTES AND CORRESPONDENCE.