AT LE PERREUX 
London, 25 September 1890 

My dear Laura, 

Today being your birthday will be duly celebrated with a good 
bottle of wine and your health drunk with musical honors — and such 
musical honors! Nim, Schorlemmer and myself, three splendid musi- 
cians! 

Many thanks for the pears which Nim is expecting with the utmost 
anxiety. That ‘brown fellow’ of yours shall be settled before he knows 
where he is; as for the rest, Nim will certainly take care that their 

Lebenslauf 
ist angefangen und beschlossen in 
Der Santa Casa heiligen Registern.* 

Today, the last number of the Sozialdemokrat is published. I shall 
miss that paper almost as much as the Neue Rheinische Zeitung. Ede is 
going to remain here, Tauscher left yesterday for Stuttgart; Fischer, 
the best of the lot after Ede, will settle in Berlin; the unspeakable 
muddler Motteler and his elegantly-bred missus nobody knows what 

* births and deaths are registered in the annals of the Holy Inquisition. 

to do with, so I suppose they will stay here for some time longer, 
though we could miss them very well—only unfortunately every- 
body else seems to be in that same position. 

Bebel and Liebknecht have now both removed to Berlin. In case 
urgent communication with them might become necessary, I give 
you Bebel’s address, the only one I have: A. B. GrossgorschenstraBe, 
22a, Berlin. 

Fine scoundrels in Berlin amongst the nobility — one shot himself 
while quarreling with a rat du ballet," another for debt and swin- 
dling, a third in prison for everlasting rows and delirium tremens, 
a chief officer — Major — of the Unteroffiziersschule at Potsdam shot 
himself and even the Kreuzzeitung telling the nobility that they 
are close upon the deluge which they expect only ‘aprés nous’! *° Could 
not be better! 

Ever yours 
F. Engels