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Mr. Carson, doubtless, has "autres fonctions" than that of Jack
Ketch--who has always been so efficient and constant an instrument of
Government in Ireland--but I am never able to regard one part of the
official machinery by which wronged nations are held down as very
different from the other. Above all, I am unable to make much
distinction between the final agent in the gaol and those other actors
who play with loaded dice the bloody game in the criminal court with the
partisan judge and the packed jury. Doubtless, happy reader, you have
never been in a place called Green Street Court-House, in Dublin. If you
ever go to the Irish capital, pay that spot a visit. 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.
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