We have lived in proximity
to the square of St. Paul
for four years due to the kind mercy
of our dear Lord and Father,
and it be but a miracle that we survive
in sound health. For I complain to you
of a most foul and noxious stench,
thought at first to be some dead dog
or other animal thrown upon the moor
behind our house.
It is now clear that this disgusting odour
emanates from the church yard
at the east end of our dwelling,
and is such that we have frequently
to vacate our parlour,
retiring into the back kitchen
to partake of tea and cake.
Could not working people,
as they be so numerous,
and die so frequently,
be buried atop Crompton Moor
and the church yard left
to the remnants of those most noble
or of reputable profession,
so a sweeter smell might once more
permeate the confines of our abode?
I am and will remain your faithful etc. etc.