[London,] 4 April 1854 

Dea Races: [28 Dean Street, Soho] 

From Cluss’ letter, enclosed herewith, you will see what a 
worthy trick has been played on him by Dr Kellner and friend 
Weydemeyer. The latter, instead of enlightening him as to the 

@ pimps - > at a charge of - © there are things here that Mr Lupus wants to hide, 
doubtless some old maid - 4 asphyxiating shot (see this volume, pp. 422- 
23) - © Emil Blank 

status quo, has got him into a pretty fix, a service which friend 
Weydemeyer regularly performs for his friends. 

I am delighted about The Daily News. I shall have a look today 
and see if they've published anything yet. I Hore, Sir, you wit LEAVE 
Mancuesrer, Sir, ror Ever, Sir. One gets horribly used to this Si (or 
rather Sar!) when one is compelled to read the parliamentary 
debates each week, especially rue serecues or Lord John Russell. The 
fellow can be boiled down to just the 2 words: ‘Now, Sar!’ 

As you will see from the enclosed, Pieper has received his first 
bill from Washington, and yesterday evening again acquired 
lodgings of his own. He now struts around like a turkeycock. Not 
only earns money, but as an author, and not only as an author, 
but as a politician! For the time being he has, or at least pretends 
to have, forsworn London’s public perricoats and is on the look-out 
for some healthy paramour. Social standing no object. Nor yet, 
perhaps, age. But health. Tuat ts THe tH1nc. Experience has taught 
the good youth to regard the sex from a medical point of view. 
Depicted in a state of undress, the good youth might serve as a 
cautionary example. Now that he’s under his own steam again, I 
have told him about your offer to help him should he get a 
negative answer or a protested bill from Weydemeyer. There 
could no longer be any harm in giving him your message, but the 
good youth who, all things considered, is bon garcon,* was deeply 
impressed. 

At this particular juncture, just when you have opened fire in 
The Daily News, it is vital you shouldn’t leave me in the lurch over 
the Tribune. Otherwise the fellows, nettled as they are by my 
recent statement,” and likewise readers of The Daily News, might 
well believe that now—when all the newspapers are anxious to 
make a splash with their military stuff—I am selling the better part 
or myself in London and the orra: in New York. The fellows would 
be capable of chucking me out, seeing that they already have one 
correspondent here and one in Liverpool. Their paper would be 
somewhat the worse for it, but £200 to the good which, after all, is 
worth the trouble. Hence what is necessary above all is to tempt 
them once more into printing a military article as a teaver. Then I 
can again be sure of them. In one of its: recent issues the 
N. Y. Herald ridicules the ‘Muurary Eprror or THE Trisune’ for 
prescribing a plan of campaign for Omer Pasha and crying 
treason now that it is not carried out. 

Palmerston in Three Epochs by Washington Wilks. This book 

* a good lad - > See this volume, p. 422. 

consists of two epochs. In the first, Washington Wilks has most 
blatantly and stupidly cribbed from my articles in the Tribune.* 
The second is a longer version of the chapter on Hungary from 
Urquhart’s Progress of Russia, padded out with the help of ‘Blue 
Books’. Wretched though the concoction is and betraying at every 
turn the fellow’s total lack of knowledge—true plagiarist’s 
ignorance—it has nevertheless enabled him to shoulder his way 
into the London eetincs, to gain the protection of Urquhart and 
his clique and to set himself up in London as a ‘Public CHARACTER’. 

The idea of ‘betrayal’ by the Ministry is beginning to spread 
among the philistines here and, if the fellows venture to play the 
same game as in 1840 and ‘46, there may be trouble. 

Your 
K. Marx