7S Comfortless Fare at Castle Dcrmof. 



the mutability of human affairs, Castle Permot 

 has lost all pretensions to the name of town, and 

 can now only be described as a poor village. 



The agreeable appearance of two post-chaises 

 at the inn door, as we approached it, encouraged 

 the hope of at least comfortable accommoda- 

 tions j but our disappointments in these parti- 

 culars have been so frequent, that we have 

 learned to laugh, and bear them patiently. It 

 was fortuna/te, on the present occasion, that we 

 were in possession of this disposition of mind ; 

 we had no alternative, and no hope, but that 

 of reaching Dublin in good time the next 

 day, to reconcile us to our comfortless fare. 



The rooms in the lower part of the house 

 were engaged by parties in attendance on the 

 Proctor to agree for his tithes ; a few of the 

 most substantial farmers were permitted to 

 associate with the great man ; from whom, as 

 we afterwards learned, no Turkish Bashaw 

 could have exacted greater deference. 



The inferior occupiers leisurely waited 

 until it suited the pleasure or convenience of 

 this important person to grant them an audi- 

 ence. We understood the parties had been 



