| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 22 October 1867 |
ENGELS TO MARX
IN LONDON
Manchester, 22 October 1867
Dear Moor,
The letters from Becker and Eccarius returned enclosed.[1] The lack of money is, of course, a great misfortune for the party, and a yet greater one for those poor devils.
Siebel has written to me from Honnef on the Rhine that he is coming here at the beginning of November to embark at Liverpool again for Madeira. He says I should send him the articles[2] by return; this evening I shall set to work to knock a few into shape for him. What I am writing for the German press is, of course, all dressed up in disguise; I shall have to write differently for America, since one can take greater liberties there.
Sam Moore has written from Eisenach; he seems to be making considerable progress with his German.
I am greatly amused by Liebknecht. It is truly fortunate that he is still thoroughly infected with the South-German-Federalist nonsense and can consequently attack Bismarckism with great SINGLENESS OF PURPOSE and with undaunted moral indignation. A somewhat more critical and more dialectical outlook would only sow confusion in his mind and lead him astray. He has obviously taken Lupus in the Frankfurt Parliament[3] as his model and has properly earned his call to order by describing the Reichstag as the fig-leaf of naked absolutism. You will have seen that he has inserted a paragraph for the protection of factory children in the combination law.5
The Party of Progress" has rejected the Commission of Inquiry as not being within the competence of the Reichstag.[4] The Confederation is, however, competent to deal with all matters of trade and industry, only the Reichstag cannot appoint a commission, although it can indeed request the Federal authority to do so.
In the interest debate Bismarck has rejected the idea of granting the mortgage banks state assistance, saying that if it is a question of state support, this could only be approved for the workers'[5] associations at most. So, the scoundrel still thinks he can dupe the workers.
Victor Emmanuel appears to be playing a most risky game. For all that, the Roman fracas is not yet over.[6] The air is becoming more electric every day, and I should not be at all surprised if the storm were to break right next spring.
Best regards to your wife, the girls and Doctor Eisenbart.3
Your
F. E.
I'm glad the Borkheim business is straight now. Under no circumstances can I give Gottfried Ermen a pretext just now to terminate his contract with me on the grounds of direct breach of contract. I hope the money drives away your carbuncles; don't forget to take plenty of exercise in the open air.
I shall be glad to do the thing for The Fortnightly Review?'09 But you must let me know about how much space I am allowed for it. I presume you will prefer me to summarise, so as briefly to give the main points of the book[7] —origin of capital—surplus-value—working day—revision of Ricardo's laws, etc., etc., after all I really cannot criticise the thing. I should also like to know approximately when the thing must be complete. It is too late for the 1 November number, so for the 1 December number it will have to be.