| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 17 November 1859 |
ENGELS TO MARX
IN LONDON
Manchester, 17 November 1859
Dear Moor,
As though it wasn't enough to be saddled with a Russian, I have a Genevan arriving today, and Ermen shows an increasing tendency to foist onto me the onerous side of representing the firm. Nevertheless I still had hopes this morning of finding time for an article, but it proved utterly impossible. Next Tuesday, however, you will get an article on Morocco,[1] you may be sure of that. This will be followed as soon as possible by more on the RIFLE VOLUNTEER MOVEMENT,[2] Prussian army reform[3] and diverse other matters.
The business of the ASSAULT has been settled[4] Thirty pounds damages and twenty-five costs. It's been paid-^partly by borrow- ing. The action was brought in London and, quite apart from the scandal up here, the publication in the German papers of The Times report of the affair would have been a nice juicy titbit for Kinkel & Co.
Schiller festival. Programme enclosed, likewise the original poetical creations consisting, as you will observe, of
Prologue by Meissner, Catalogue by Samelson, Epilogue by Siebel.
Pro- and epi- only saved by the antithesis of the catalogue. The first part went OFF in a resounding failure. Dr Marcus (bankrupt woollen merchant with an Erlangen[5] doctorate à 66 talers, 20 silver groschen) read the committee's report in a lachrymose voice, Siebel declaimed the prologue passably well, but indistinctly, Theodores spoke flowery nonsense very indistinctly indeed, all that one could hear being rrrrrr—the choir sang splendidly—Morell delivered himself of platitudes in English, but audibly and fluently—'Die Kraniche des Ibykus'[6] sent the entire audience to sleep. Fortunately this made everything so late that a full performance of the programme would have lasted until 1 o'clock in the morning. Samelson's stanzas were therefore con- signed to the lumber room. The 'Armada'[7] was excellently recited by one Link, then came the play.[8] A very nice stage, but bad acoustics, excellent grouping, much—almost too much—activity constantly going on up stage. All in all, the lads acted quite well but were difficult to understand on account of the unduly voluminous beards they wore in front of their mouths and also because they didn't address the audience properly. The friar was good (Dolch, a former corps student, author of a Geschichte des Deutschen Studententhums, a fool and a donkey). Siebel's epilogue, delivered by Link in a most melodious voice and with much decorum, was effective. In short, part 2 saved the day; in the second part and in the piece dropped from the first the lads predominated (also indirectly attributable to a good deal of •UNDERHAND INFLUENCE' on my part, for the introduction to Wallensteins Lager was composed from data supplied by me and was actually very good); the first was dominated by the wiseacres and self-assertive philistines and schoolmasters.
Now they propose to found a Schiller Institute[9] with the surplus, the surplus, however, being a deficit of £150!
On Saturday a festive guzzle which I didn't attend. Numerous toasts and readings of all the REJECTED ADDRESSES
On Friday night the singers and actors went on carousing until four o'clock in the morning—a very merry affair.
Your
F. E.
What is all this about a brawl at the Crystal Palace[10] ?