[London,] 13 November 1860 
Dear Engels, 

From your letter, I see that you are yourself in straitened 
circumstances.”*? Nevertheless, not having anything pawnable left, 
I must ask you to send me the £5 you promised, and to do so, if 
possible, in the course of this week. Next Saturday (17 November), I 
have to pay Hirschfeld £25 against bills and haven’t yet got 
together quite enough money. 

The book* (12 sheets, 24 in terms of normal! printed pages) will 
be ready next week. Because of the Supreme Tribunal’s verdict,” I 
have had to completely rewrite the bit about the lawsuit, originally 
only a few pages long. It will now run to about | printed sheet. 
The whole of the last sheet in brevier (appendices). I haven’t sent 
you the individual sheets because, in this case, as in any other, it 
would have detracted from the general Errecr of the work. I shall 
send you 6 copies, | for you, 1 for Lupus, 1 for Gumpert, 1 for 
Borchardt, 1 for Heckscher, and 1 for Charley." 

Your question concerning Lommel’s pamphlet, about which you 
had heard no more ‘and which was where the money went’ seems 
to imply some sort of reproach. D’abord,’ even if it hasn’t yielded 
a centime, I could not have written ‘Agency’, the most important 
chapter in the personal attack upon Vogt, without the help of 
Lommel. In reply to my various cross-examinations, the man had to 
write at Jeast 40 letters. Add to which, he let me have his anti-Vogt 
statement, originally intended for the Allgemeine Zeitung?*’ I 
cannot see that people who are complete strangers to our party 
are under any obligation to work for us gratis. Besides, Petsch told 
me yesterday that he had sold 2 or 3 pounds’ worth and would 
anyhow get rid of the rest—if not already sold out (he has just 
readvertised them in Germany)—in the Unrrep Stares and Au- 
stralia. 

As soon as you have read the book, you will abandon the view 
that it could have been placed in Germany (by 1880, maybe) 

4 K. Marx, Herr Vogt - » See this volume, pp. 207-08. - © See Herr Vogt, present 
edition, Vol. 17, pp. 259-95. -4¢ Charles Roesgen - © [G. Lommel,] Hinter den 
Coulissen, Geneva and New York, 1859. - § Firstly 

through the offices of Siebel whose connections are solely literary. 
I’ve heard from Siebel. 

I have given: way to you over the title and (yesterday) inserted 
Herr Vogt. My wife was absolutely against this and intent on Ddé-D4é 
Vogt, remarking most learnedly that, even in the case of Greek 
tragedy, the title and content would often seem at first glance to 
be unconnected. 

I don’t know whether you have seen Kolatschek’s Stimmen der 
Zeit. The article ‘Juchheisten’ (in which our friend Lassalle comes 
off badly) does in fact contain some information (although that 
jackass Kolatschek overlooks this), which sheds light on Vogts 
reason for selling himself to Bonaparte. At the beginning of 1858 
a joint-stock company, ‘La Cimentaire’, a dubious type of loan 
bank, was founded in Geneva. Besides the managing director, who 
was never named, there was Vogt, co-director. By the end of 1858, 
the directors had consumed the entire capital. Bankruptcy. The 
MANAGING DIRECTOR Was locked up. Criminal proceedings were to 
follow. From the National Council in Berne, Vogt rushed to 
Geneva. Fazy quashed the case. The shareholders did not get a single 
ceniime. 

From those same ‘Juchheisten’ (why, sy THE sy, does not 
Kolatschek, having sold himself to the Austrians, call them 
Juchheiten?) I see that Juchhe! nach Italien!* (for I could not bring 
myself to read the Vogt clique’s Demokratische Studien, which 
Borkheim had put at my disposal), i.e. ‘L. Bamberger’, banker in 
Paris, editor of the Mainzer Zeitung in 1848, disgusting cockroach, 
has presumed to speak of ‘communists on half-pay’.? Hence I have 
written a short note about this wiseacre and have included him 
among Vogt’s accomplices, and likewise introduced a few poor 
jests about the rest of the Juchheisten, L. Simon, Hartmann (the 
one who told Borkheim in Switzerland that Vogt had done me in), 
and H. B. Oppenheim. 

Salut. 

Your 
K. M.