Manchester, 16 October 1862 

Dear Moor, 

Every single day throughout the whole of last week and this, I 
was all-set to write to you, but was prevented from doing so by the 
confounded corron business. Ces messieurs* had, of course, done as 
little work as possible while I was away,*”’ so that my hands have 
been completely full. 

Lupus asked me to tell you that he got the things all right.” The 
case is a most amusing one. Those poor, mendacious Prussians! 
They invariably make fools of themselves the moment they 
commit something to paper! 

I presume you got the £10 note I sent you on the day of my 
departure? Again I got stuck in Barmen and Engelskirchen for 
too long, having spent a whole fortnight sauntering along the 
Moselle, the Rhine, and in Thuringia. I went straight to Trier via 
Brussels and Luxemburg, and then on foot to Kochem, etc., giving 
Cologne a complete miss. , 

Bismarck’s appointment was hailed by the bourgeois with peals 
of laughter.“ The chaps were altogether amazingly confident and 
in a somewhat daredevil mood. They have at last hooked the 
worthy William with a financial question and know he’s bound to 
give way to them in the long run; but they take a remarkably 
idyllic view of the course of events and imagine that, provided 
they just keep the fellow dangling for a while, he'll come to them 
of his own accord. They’re in for a surprise. At all events, things 
are bound to come to a head some time in the spring. It’s killing, 
by the by, to see what an inspiring effect a financial question of 
this kind has on the philistines. Schulze-Delitzsch and co. become 
positively witty, the only man to remain ‘sherioush’’ being 
Virchow; but nay, he is not alone—Heinrich Bürgers, too, 
conducts himself with fitting dignity in Weimar, where he sounds 
the trumpet on behalf of the Imperial Constitution of the year 
dot.** I must say that Schulze-Delitzsch, the little provident society
man who has never been, nor asked to be, more than a wretched 
philistine, seems to me positively respectable by comparison with 
scoundrels such as Bürgers and the great Miquel, who are saving 
the fatherland in Weimar through Prussian supremacy.*” 

I now understand about Kinkel, too. He’s a complete caricature 
of a certain upholsterer in Coblenz who is, in his own way, a 
unique example of a Rhinelander, with all the prejudices and 
narrow-mindedness of a race that curses the Prussians, loathes the 
French, sympathises with Austria, is Catholic and democratic in 
one and the same breath, but excels at putting its best foot 
forward. I know because we marched over the Kochemer Berg 
together. If Kinkel were to see this lad, whom his physical 
appearance apes in every particular, the shock would knock him 
over backwards. 

What do you make of America? The financial crasn, inevitable 
in view of these stupid paper money measures, would seem to be 
imminent.*” Militarily speaking, the North may now perhaps begin 
to recover a bit. 

What is little Jenny doing? 

Many regards to your wife and the girls. 

Your 
F. E.