{[London,] Saturday, 22 April 1865 

Dear Fred, 

The scribble from the Rheinische Zeitung enclosed. 

I’ll write a detailed letter to you tomorrow. I’m as limp as a wet 
rag today, partly from working late at night (nothing practical), 
partly from the diabolical muck I’ve been taking. 

Dronke would be ait ricut, if I could turn copper into gold like 
he does. As iris, we must utilise the moment when the bourgeois 
papers are competing to print denials of slander which tomorrow, 
if the struggle is being fought in earnest, they perhaps wish to 
have endorsed. 

Salut. My COMPLIMENTS TO Mrs Lizzy.* 

Your 
Moor