It will compensate you--especially if you can get some _cicerone_ who will tell you some of the associations that cling around the spot.

It is in a back street--narrow, squalid, filthy--surrounded by all those signs of crumbling decay which speak more loudly to the visitor to Dublin of the decay and destruction of a nation than fieriest orator or solidest history.

And in no part of Dublin have Death's effacing fingers worked with such destructiveness as in all the streets that surround the Green Street Court-House.

Palatial mansions are windowless, grimy, hideous--with all the ghastly surroundings of tenement homes of the very poor.
It is in Green Street Court-House that the political offenders in Ireland are tried.

Within its narrow and grimy walls I saw many a gallant Irishman, when I was a young reporter, pass through a foregone and prearranged trial to torture, agony, madness, premature death.