These continentals have an easier life of it than we on the other 
side of the Northern sea. With 2,000 Thalers (300£) you can live 
here most comfortably. For inst., there exist here different 
gardens (a4 la Cremourn,** but ‘respectable’, and where all sort of 
people meet), much more artistically arranged than any in 
London, good music being played every evening, etc., where you 
can subscribe for self and family—for the whole year—at the 
price of 2 Thalers, 6 sh.! This is only a specimen of the cheap life 
the Philister indulge in at this place. Young people amuse 
themselves more freely and at almost no expense, comparatively 
speaking. There is of course one great drawback—the atmosphere 
is pregnant with dullness. The standard of existence is too small. 
It is a lot of pygmées amongst whom you want no very high frame 
to feel like Gulliver amidst the Lilliputians. 

There arrive this morning rather ‘excited’ letters from Berlin. It 
seems that a collision between the workmen and the Pickelhauben* 
is apprehended. I do not expect much for the present, but there is 
something brewing. The working class, in the greater centres of 
Germany, are commencing to assume a more decided and 
threatening attitude. One fine morning there will be a nice dance! 

And now my dear little birdseye, Cacadou, secretary, cook, 
equestrian, poet, auf Wiedersehn.” Viele Grüsse, an‘ Modhmchen, 
Quoquo and Queque, Helen,“ and, last not least, our ‘mutual 
friend’. 

Adio. 

Your master 

Old Nick‘ 

Enclosed Hegel, presented by Kugelmann to Mons. Lafargue.