{London,] 12 July 1864 
1 Modena Villas, Maitland Park 

Dear Freiligrath, 

I got a letter today (just now) on which the address would 
appear to be written in your hand. If that is so, I should like to 
know how the letter reached you? It is from that blackguard Brass 
(in Berlin) who has the impudence to ask me to forward a scrawl 
to Biscamp.** Having lost sight of that vagabond Biscamp years 
ago, I have, moreover, no idea how to rid myself of the scrawl, 
since the creature’s whereabouts are not known to me. 

I am writing from my bed, having had to take to it for several 
days because of what was a very dangerous carbuncle. This 
damned complaint keeps incessantly cropping up again. 

On the 15th inst. I shall send Lenchen to you bearing £30, 
returned with many thanks—if, that is, I am not myself capable, 
though I think I shall be, of betaking myself between now and the 
15th (inclusive) to the City, where I have other business to attend 
to. 

Salut. 
Your 

K. M.