MARX TO ENGELS *” 

[London,] 5 December [1860] 

Dear Engels, 

Best thanks for the article.?*” 

My wife is getting on very well, and I believe the wine is doing 
her more good than any medicine. But at night, when she is 

a K. Marx, Herr Vogt. - > plainly and visibly 

restless, can’t sleep, and is even a little delirious, it’s still very 
disturbing. 

How about letting me have another article by Saturday," about 
my lawsuit—perhaps, dated from Berlin? When I find writing 
LEADERS awkward, I date them from Berlin, Paris, etc. Such articles 
are easier to get through. 

Might not something be said about the Chinese war? Or 
Bonaparte’s military preparations, etc.?*"! 

At the moment, I have absolutely no ‘ideas’ about anything. 
What I have got is an ‘’orrible’? headache. 

The children—poor little devils—are still living in exile.“ To 
cheer them up, I have sent them a bottle or two of wine. The day 
before yesterday, the little one‘ saw me walking past Liebknecht’s 
house and shouted from the window: ‘Hat1oo, oxp soy!’ 

Apropos! As soon as Freiligrath heard of my wife’s illness 
(didn’t, of course, know what it was), he, of course, wrote me a 
letter full of ‘feeling’. But when I sent him Herr Vogt—with, of 
course (you can see just how many ideas I have from the way ‘of 
course’ has cropped up 3 times in 3 lines), a friendly inscription, 
and he had occasion to write to me about someruinc exse, he forgot 
to say a word about the book, or to acknow.edge its receipt. To 
suggest that he had forgotten to do so, he wrote at the bottom of 
his letter, ‘In great haste’. I believe there are certain parts that 
worry him stiff. Firstly, his ‘indiscretion’ re Vogt. But Fazy, in 
particular. He was intending to move to Geneva in the spring. 
One wonders whether the disclosure of the Fazy scandal might not 
prove a hindrance. 

Blind, who had already ordered a copy from Petsch last 
Thursday,° didn’t get one until yesterday [Tuesday]. The thing 
wasn’t distributed in London until then so as to prevent Mr 
ALBERTS, OF THE Prusstan Empassy, warning Berlin before my package 
of books arrived there. In London, of course, there have been a 
lot of jibes at my ‘undignified’ mode of attack. Twelve corizs were 
ordered yesterday by that louse Triibner. 

Salut. Your 

K. M.