| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 8 September 1851 |
TO MARX IN LONDON
[Manchester,] Monday, 8 September [1851]
Dear Marx,
My brother[1] is going away tomorrow and then I shall at last get some peace again. All this while I haven't had a moment to myself, and it was quite impossible to get the banknote off to you before Saturday, both pieces going by the same post, since there's only one DELIVERY on Sundays. As this involves the risk of its misappropriation, herewith the PARTICULARS of the note-its number was E/X 01780 and it was dated Leeds, 15 July 1850. So if it hasn't reached you, go at once to the bank and STOP PAYMENT; there's still time enough. It was a five pound note.
On Friday evening I suddenly got a letter from my old man in which he tells me that I'm spending far too much money and must make do with £150. Naturally I shan't stand for this ludicrous imposition, all the less so that it is accompanied by the threat that, if necessary, the Ermens will be instructed not to pay me more than that amount. I shall, of course, at once write and tell him that the moment he attempts to put his scandalous plan into practice, I shall turn my back on the office for ever and immediately hie me to London again. The man's completely mad. The whole thing's all the more absurd and preposterous in that this point was agreed verbally between us long ago, and I have given him absolutely no pretext for it. I think that, with the help of my brother and mater, I shall be able to settle the matter, but at first shall have to retrench a little, having already spent £230 summa summarum and, from now until November when I shall have been here a year, I had better not to go too far beyond that sum. Anyhow this fresh piece of knavery is most disagreeable and vexes me considerably, the more so because of the mean attitude my old man has adopted. Admittedly he is making far less money here than he did last year, but that's due entirely to the bad MANAGEMENT of his partners, over whom I have no control.
What's this fresh piece of knavery in Paris[2] ? This time it's the hippopotamus[3] clique that seems to have got into trouble; to judge by the names of the Germans arrested, they are all former Weitlingians from the 1847 period and earlier.[4] A number of little betrayals seem to have been involved. The Swabian saviour[5] appears to be one of the lucky ones. Tant mieux pour lui. If you hear anything, let me know.
According to the German papers, the Cologne people[6] will not be brought before the next-October-assizes.
More tomorrow or the day after.
Your
F. E.