one at last arrived hoping for a refreshing rest, had been enough to upset a stronger woman, and the dingy dreariness of Westport was depressing in the extreme. Service in a cold and very ugly church occupied the morning; after it we walked down the one long and seemingly interminable street to a sandy marsh where the river flows into the sea. The harbour and wharf were not worth looking at, and the whole place seemed hopelessly sordid and horrible, full of wretched little inns and bars, a most unattractive contrast to the peacefully charming scenery of the past few days. Fortunately we were left in undisturbed possession of the shabby sitting-room at the hotel all the afternoon, so that we were able to write our home letters as comfortably as might be.
