ENGELS TO MARX!” 

{(London,] Friday morning 
[5 June 1857] 

Dear Moor, 

Instead of coming to see you I am once more condemned to no 
less than four days of hot poultices. My face is again very bad and 
the whole business has begun all over again. But this time I intend 
to get rid of it for good. This will, of course, postpone my 
departure for Manchester ad infinitum. If the thing clears up 
quickly I might be able to go out for a bit on Monday. 

In case you have any news for me in the meantime, drop me a 
line. The address you know: 7 Grove Hill, Camberwell. 

I am rather annoyed by this business, as you can imagine, but 
que faire *? 

Warm regards to your wife and children. 

Your 
F. E.