Cologne, May 18.... It is rumoured that all democrats who are not 
domiciled in Cologne will be deported by police action; this measure 
is said to be primarily aimed at the editorial personnel of the Neue 
Rheinische Zeitung. It is a fact that Karl Marx was already yesterday 
served with such an order. At midday yesterday, Fr. Engels left for 
the Rhine Palatinate.*” 

to the Trier’sche Zeitung No. 120, ‘ . ; 

May 80 pees Pose Published in English for the first 
time 

NEUE KOLNISCHE ZEITUNG 

Cologne, May 19 

From out of the dark did the fatal shaft fly, 
From ambush blows fell thick and fast— 
So now in the flower of my manhood I lie, 
A proud rebel that’s breathed his last! 

F. Freiligrath 
“Abschiedswort der Neuen Rheinischen Zeitung’ 
The Neue Rheinische Zeitung has ceased to exist. 

Our issue therefore has a black mourning border. 
The most interesting news items from south and east pale against 

* “Farewell Word of the Neue Rheinische Zeitung”, first published in the Neue 
Rheinische Zeitung No. 301, May 19, 1849.— Ed. 

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the sudden mournful tidings that the Neue Rheinische Zeitung has 
appeared today for the last time. 

And what an appearance it has!! 

Red, red, red was ever its battle-cry, but today the whole garb is red. 
The red print of the newspaper has greatly surprised its read- 
ers,—the spirit which once more blazes out from these breath-taking 
lines of print has made us profoundly lament that the newspaper has 
now ceased to exist! 

No other newspaper can henceforth serve us as a substitute for this 
loss.— We shall seek in vain in the most brilliant periodicals of all 
countries for articles like those of the blood-stained June of 1848, 
nowhere shall we find again such conclusive documentation 
regarding the “good financial administration of Prussia”,? or the 
“Silesian milliard”, or “Wage Labour and Capital”.< It must be 
admitted that by the glorious downfall of the Neue Rheinische Zeitung 
democracy in the Rhineland has suffered a reverse. We mourn—but 
Freiligrath’s poetry, which has attained its everlasting pinnacle in his 
“farewell word” today, does not leave us without consolation: 

Farewell, brothers, but not forever farewell, 
For the spirit they never can slay! 

I'll rise up again soon with a rattling of mail, 
I'll return better armed for the fray!