{IN LONDON] 

[London,] 15 June 1857 

Dear Engels, 

Are you laughing or are you weeping, 

Are you waking or are you sleeping?’ We here are seriously 
concerned about you. So write and tell us how you are. I hope you 
aren’t being given any more hot poultices which, as a method of 
treatment, is quite out-of-date and has now more or less fallen into 
disrepute. But assuming you are using internal remedies only—as is 
rational and up-to-date—I fail to see why you have to keep 
yourself so anxiously secluded. 

My wife very unwell. But she sounded the bugle too soon and as 
yet nothing has happened. 

Salut. 
Your 
K. M.