| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 25 September 1890 |
ENGELS TO LAURA LAFARGUE
AT LE PERREUX
London, 25 September 1890
My dear Laura,
Today being your birthday will be duly celebrated with a good bottle of wine and your health drunk with musical honors — and such musical honors! Nim, Schorlemmer and myself, three splendid musi- cians!
Many thanks for the pears which Nim is expecting with the utmost anxiety. That 'brown fellow' of yours shall be settled before he knows where he is; as for the rest, Nim will certainly take care that their
Lebenslauf
ist angefangen und beschlossen in
Der Santa Casa heiligen Registern[1]
Today, the last number of the Sozialdemokrat is published. I shall miss that paper almost as much as the Neue Rheinische Zeitung. Ede is going to remain here, Tauscher left yesterday for Stuttgart; Fischer, the best of the lot after Ede, will settle in Berlin; the unspeakable muddler Motteler and his elegantly-bred missus nobody knows what to do with, so I suppose they will stay here for some time longer, though we could miss them very well — only unfortunately every- body else seems to be in that same position.
Bebel and Liebknecht have now both removed to Berlin. In case urgent communication with them might become necessary, I give you Bebel's address, the only one I have: A. B. Grossgörschenstraße, 22a, Berlin.
Fine scoundrels in Berlin amongst the nobility — one shot himself while quarreling with a rat du ballet,[2] another for debt and swin- dling, a third in prison for everlasting rows and delirium tremens, a chief officer — Major — of the Unteroffiziersschule[3] at Potsdam shot himself and even the Kreuzzeitung[4] telling the nobility that they are close upon the deluge which they expect only après nous! Could not be better!
Ever yours
F. Engels