One point in which the hotels fail universally is attendance; it is their misfortune, not their fault; for the moment a little money is realized by a servant, he sets up in some business, or migrates westward.

The consequence is, that the field of service is left almost entirely to the Irish and the negro, and between the two--after nearly a year's experience thereof--I am puzzled to say in whose favour the balance is.
I remember poor Paddy, one morning, having answered the Household Brigade man's bell, was told to get some warm water.

He went away, and forgot all about it.

Of course, the bell rang again; and, on Paddy answering it, he was asked-- "Did I not tell you to get me some warm water ?" "You did, your honour." "Then, why have you not brought it ?" "Can't tell, your honour." "Well, go and get it at once." Paddy left the room, and waited outside the door scratching his head.

In about a quarter of an hour a knock was heard:-- "Come in!" Paddy's head appeared, and, with a most inquiring voice, he said-- "Is it warm water to dhrink you want, your honour ?" _Ex uno_, &c.
Another inconvenience in their hotels is the necessity of either living at the public table, or going to the enormous expense of private rooms; the comfort of a quiet table to yourself in a coffee-room is quite unknown.