{Manchester, 14 October 1852] 

Dear Marx, 

It is physically impossible to translate the whole article for you. I 
received it this morning. Have been so busy at the office all day 
that I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. This evening 
took tea at 7-8 and just glanced through the thing. Then got down 
to translating. Now—11.30—have done the part I am sending 
you, up to the natural break in the article. At 12 o’clock it must 
be in the post. So, you see, you will get as much as can possibly be 
done. 

The rest? will be translated directly —next week you can send it 
either via Southampton or on Friday.© In the meantime finish off 
your next article; part of it might be able to go on Friday, if not, 
the following Tuesday, when there is another Yankee steamer. So it 
doesn’t really matter. But make sure I get the manuscript early; I 
am expecting Weerth any day and will then have to try to make 
best use of my time, since my days are more than fully taken up 
with business. 

Regards to your wife and children, Dronke, Lupus, Freiligrath. 

Your 
F. E. 

Mark my word, the Cologne people won’t get off. What a cur 
the presiding judge is to bait Burgers so.”*