| Author(s) | Karl Marx |
|---|---|
| Written | 2 December 1853 |
MARX TO ENGELS
IN MANCHESTER
London, 2 December 1853 28 Dean Street, Soho
Dear Frederic,
Mes remerciements pour le[1] BEAUTIFUL ARTICLE.[2] In America Mr Dana will be making himself a name as a field marshal.
That you should be coming here[3] mainly to frequent the philistines again, pleases me not at all.
Mr Dronke is behaving like a wretched little mischief-monger. He tells Strohn he has sent you his statement and the newspaper,[4] and gives you to understand that both have gone to me—have had neither. See to it that the LITTLE MAN returns you the newspapers, at all events. I have a copy of my own here, but none is required in Bradford. Not having received the trash from Dronke, I was rummaging by chance amongst some old letters when I lit upon the corpus delicti with the incriminating passage which I quote verbatim. The letter was addressed to you. 453 Now, should Mr Dronke use adjectival caustic to obliterate factual accuracy, he'll have only himself to blame if / send his letter to New York as proof that I, du moins,[5] am accurate. It contains some strange passages which would now undoubtedly embarrass him, e.g. concerning that 'fanatical lout Imandt', maintenant[6] an intimate friend to whom he writes twice weekly. Everyone knows how addicted the little man is to mischief-mongering while our backs are turned.
On Tuesday[7] I sent off my rejoinder, The Knight of the Noble Consciousness. He's[8] in for a surprise. Your letter[9] and others from Steffen, Miskowsky (together with Kossuth's testimony),[10] etc., all of them, of course, with your signatures, were included as integral parts of the whole.
Write soon. Jones is under attack from The Economist[11] and is acquiring fame.
Apropos. Last Tuesday a Polish meeting.[12] Mazzini and Kossuth didn't come. Inane blather from Worcell. Ruge and Ledru showed themselves worthy of the company. My wife was there[13] Also at Monday's meeting held by Poles of the democratic variety. It was announced that Harney was to be in the chair. Fearsome revolt by the 50 or 60 English working men present. Hisses, TRAITOR-, •DRYBONES' (as he called the Chartists), RENEGADE. A fearsome set-to. Harney did not dare take the CHAIR, was terribly mauled, buffeted, abused and, despite half a dozen attempts, never managed to speak. Needless to say, the stupid Waschlapskis[14] couldn't understand what was going on and interpreted the whole thing as 'reaction'. This spells Nemesis for Father George Julian Harney.
Your
K. M.
From the enclosed letter[15] you will see that Cluss has unfortunately already answered.[16] But since my thing was ready,[17] it had to go off. One should not work for Willich for nothing.