Sir – I am afraid that complaints like that of your correspondent “L” would fill your generous columns if you allowed them to.
I am the father of three small brats and live in a lovely
locality on the South-Western Railway, but I live ni a semi-detached stuccoed
villa, and suffer nuisances inconceivable. When I first took the house the
cesspool and the well were in peaceful communion. The analysis of both was the
same. Then I had the well closed and water laid on from waterworks. Still I was
not happy. Illness appeared and a little cousin died next door of typhoid. Then
we have the houses examined and lo! The only vent for the sewage gas was up the
closet into the middle of the house. The place had to be pulled about and in my
horror of the expenditure I weakly applied to my landlord to help me. He
laughed, said I had a repairing lease, that he had no children and never drank
water. These last two, I can quite believe.
Now, Sir, until the law steps in and compels landlords to
make their houses fit to live in (we cannot expect them to care for our
comfort), compels them to put proper drainage and supply water, speculating builders
will still pile up fortunes and multiply their iniquities for the benefit of
the plumber first and the undertaker afterwards.
I am,Sir, yours faithfully,
NINETEEN MILES DOWN THE LINE
The Times, 5 October 1876
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