| Author(s) | Karl Marx |
|---|---|
| Written | 17 January 1855 |
MARX TO ENGELS
IN MANCHESTER
London, 17 January 1855
Dear Frederic,
I could not, OF COURSE, write to the Tribune yesterday nor can I do so for some time à venir[1] because yesterday morning, between 6 and 7 o'clock, my wife was delivered of a bona fide TRAVELLER[2] — unfortunately OF THE 'SEX' par excellence. If it had been a male child, well and good.
Did you know that red Wolff[3] is one of the Augsburger's London correspondents? I found out by chance, namely by reading an article in the said paper[4] containing all manner of fatuous elucubrations on 'house' and 'home' and 'abroad'—all this to throw light on the 'ordure' with which the British troops are contending at Balaklava. I saw Freiligrath and told him that in the Augsburg Allgemeine Zeitung I'd read some nonsense of which only Lupus Rufus could be capable. Freiligrath thereupon confirmed that Wolff was the 'REAL, IDENTICAL Kobes'.[5]
I now have Heine's 3 volumes at home. Amongst other things he retails at some length a lie to the effect that I, etc., went to console him after he had been 'attacked' in the Augsburg A.Z. for having accepted money from Louis Philippe[6] / The good Heine deliberately forgets that my intervention on his behalf took place at the end of 1843 and thus could have no connection with FACTS which came to light after the February revolution of 1848.[7] [8] BUT LET IT PASS. Worried by his evil conscience,—the old dog has a monstrous memory for such things,—he is trying to ingratiate himself.
I expect something from you on FRIDAY,[9] then. I can't write any more today, having to send out a mass of cards giving notification of the baby's birth.
Your
K. M.