London, 21 August 1860 

My dear Sir, 

I was most agreeably surprised on receiving the few lines you 
were so friendly to address to me. 

My own silence is easily accounted for. For a long time after the 
arrival of your last letter, I was labouring under the most heavy 
and distressing liver-complaint, a complaint which almost disables 
you from writing. Later on, I was told by some acquaintance of 
mine, that you sojourned at London, so that I was not sure 
whether any letter addressed to Paris was likely to find you. 

Great events, as you justly remark, have come to pass, but of all 
things the most dangerous that, in my opinion, could happen to 
Europe, would be a war between the legitimate counterrevolution, 
seated at Warsaw, and the illegitimate counterrevolution seated at the 
Tuileries. Still, we must take the situation as it is, and make the 
best of it. If Garibaldi, whose real intentions I have ascertained 
from private letters communicated to me, has momentaneously 
been forced to strike his own flag, I hope that in the coming 
spring the occasion will offer of separating once for all the cause 
of nationalities from the cause of French counterrevolution. 

I have one thing to ask of you. Kossuth has in the latter times 
worked hard to reconquer his lost influence in the United States. I 
intend baffling his manoeuvres, and would therefore feel much 
obliged, if you would communicate to me, so soon as possible, and as 
circumstantially as possible, the late adventures of that mock-hero. 
He has been (or is) at Paris; what was he doing there? He has 
been at Turin; what was he about? Perhaps, you could also add 
some curiously grotesque details of his first appearance in Italy, 
during the war of 1859.‘ 

With the events before us, it is of the highest importance, that 
on the one hand the good understanding between the German 
party of liberty and the Hungarians should be raised above every 
doubt—and I shall soon have the occasion of speaking (not by 
word of mouth, but by print*) to Germany on this point; that on 

a Marx means his book, Herr Vogt. 

the other hand Kossuth, the would-be representative of the 
Hungarian Nation, should be disavowed on both sides. 

Here at London I still live, and shall continue to live, in my old 
house, 9 Grafton Terrace, Maitland Park, Haverstock Hill. If you 
visit again London, I hope you will not again forget my address. 
Mrs Marx, moreover, was very disappointed in missing the 
occasion of making the personal acquaintance of a man whose 
great intellectual powers she has already become familiarised with 
by his writings. 

Yours truly 
A. Williams