London, 26 January 1893 
Dear Hermann, 
What the deuce is going on? Yesterday there was first of all a telegram 
from Vienna, then one from Dresden, then, at five o’clock this morning, one 
from New York and, at 11 this morning, your own—all inquiring 

-" E. Bernstein, ‘Der neueste Vernichter des Sozialismus’, Die Neue Zeit, Vol. I, Nos. 16, 17, 
Stuttgart, 1892/93. 

after my health. Well, I haven’t felt better for a long time, I can again walk 
an English mile, I over- rather than under-indulged in good things at 
Christmastime, am game for anything and perfectly fit for work and now all 
of a sudden I’m supposed to be seriously ill! 

I telegraphed back to you immediately. '*’ saying I was perfectly hale and 
hearty, and this I hereby confirm. Next summer I hope I shall be able to give 
all of you visual proof of the fact. 

My love to all the relatives, also to Emma" and your children and 
grandchildren and, finally, to you yourself from 

Your old 
Friedrich