| Author(s) | Friedrich Engels |
|---|---|
| Written | 9 November 1875 |
ENGELS TO RUDOLF ENGELS
IN BARMEN
London, 9 November 1875
Dear Rudolf,
I'm sorry that nothing has come of Paul's[1] trip; next year, perhaps.
Last Saturday I and my wife returned from Heidelberg where we had taken our little one to spend a year en pension.[2] On the return journey we drank a truly excellent Oberingelheimer at the Domhotel; I at once ordered some to be sent to me and would ask you to arrange to pay Mr Theodor Metz, Domhotel, Cologne, 35 talers=l05 marks for my account. Cologne is a town of miracles. Thus, between the Cathedral and the Central Station, I came upon a gentleman so similar to Hermann[3] as to be indistinguishable from him, save that he seemed to have grown somewhat, had a more grizzled beard and looked frightfully serious. I was only waiting—alas in vain—for him to go through the usual performance of collecting himself before falling into his arms. This miracle happened last Friday morning between 10 and 11 o'clock.
Love to Mathilde[4] and the children.
Your
Friedrich