| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 16 August 1865 |
ENGELS TO MARX
IN LONDON
Manchester, 16 August 1865
Dear Moor,
That unctuous trash from the Hatzfeldt woman[1] really is unctuous trash with all that is in it about Lassalle the only saviour, Liebknecht, etc. Dear old LIBRARY[2] has really surpassed himself this time in his customary spinelessness, lack of imagination and forgetfulness, that is, unless the whole report is a fabrication. The devil take such an advocatus.
Ditto our sparkling-wine enthusiast Siebold. With what self-assured naivety the fellow tried to 'reconcile' you to Blind![3] And then those interesting 'old Swedes' whom nobody has ever heard of and whom we're supposed to write to, to make 'contact'. Quite à la Harro Harring. I'm increasingly coming round to think that from the most southerly latitude of North Friesland onwards everything beyond urban bourgeois and peasant politics is pure Harro Harring.[4] But no doubt you will be having that dolt on your back every year.
Next week (about Friday 25th inst.) Moore and I are going to Germany and Switzerland for a fortnight, and maybe we shall also 'cast a casual glance' over Italy.[5] If I can so arrange it, I shall call in briefly at Modena Villas[6] on my way back.
The 28th of this month, i.e. Monday week, is the date of the General Meeting of the Cologne-Minden shareholders, which will decide Prussia's politics for the next few years. I can't imagine that those fellows will be such jackasses as to pay out 13 mill. talers in cash to Bismarck without having the approval of the Chambers.[7]
But your liberal Rhineland burgher is capable of a good many tricks the moment he has a chance of swindling the state, and thinks that in his capacity as Deputy he can obtain indemnity for himself afterwards. But if the deal were to fall through, or if it were made conditional on authorisation by the Chambers, that would be more or less the end for Monsieur Bismarck; even that adventurer would not survive such a defeat in financialibus[8] and after such a desperate attempt. But the fact that he is momentarily coming to terms with Austria again, shows that intellectually and morally he is au bout de son latin.[9] He knows only too well that he can't start a war without being brought down immediately, so he goes on lashing out with big talk, chalking up little gains and turning Germany into the laughing stock of the world. But the philistine is almost as much impressed by him as by Boustrapa.[10]
The philistine now no longer requires even ephemeral victories from his idols, but only that they can brag. This is how Classen-Kappelmann became the idol of Cologne as well, because he took to his heels at the crucial moment.[11]
It was also a nice thought of Siebold's to put in a good word for C. V. Rimestad in Copenhagen, who is one of the Dagbladet people! The so-called Workers' Association is a propaganda organisation of the Scandinavian Eider-Danes and the Hall ministry.[12]
What will Father Urquhart be saying next month about the legal advisers to the Prussian throne? What splendid lads they are!
Kindest regards to the LADIES[13] and Edgar.
Your
F. E.