Letter to Hermann Engels, August 22, 1889

Author(s) Friedrich Engels
Written 22 August 1889


First published in Deutsche Revue, Jg. 46, Bd. III, 1921
Published in English for the first time in Marx-Engels Collected Works, Volume 48


ENGELS TO HERMANN ENGELS

IN ENGELSKIRCHEN

Eastbourne, 22 August 1889
4 Cavendish Place

Dear Hermann,

The statement of account received with thanks; no doubt it will be correct.

Would you be so kind as to forward the enclosed note to young or now, I suppose, old Caspar[1] —I don't know whether he lives in Krefeld or Barmen. As I learn from R. Blank, whom I ran into here a week ago, things aren't going too well with those chaps; if so, I am sorry.

I have been here a fortnight but am, alas, having more rain than I can do with. Ever since the English have begun holding their naval manoeu- vres in August, the weather during that month has been truly atrocious and yesterday the words of the old song came true here:

On 21 August, just gone by, In storm and rain there came a spy, Who tidings to the prince did give, etc.[2]

In consequence of which three big warships sailed past this morning, but we still await the famous naval battle which is to take place in the Channel, before our very eyes.

I shall probably be staying here another fortnight or three weeks, if the rain isn't too bad, for

'Back to my home I cannot go', the place being full of whitewashers, paperers, painters and other work- men, who make three-quarters of the rooms uninhabitable and, once they're in the house, you never know when you'll be rid of them again. This is because in England large-scale industry has ruined the crafts but has not been able to find anything else to put in their place. For a long time now the Germans have not had the sole prerogative of providing shoddy wares in return for good money; the Londoners have a positively stunning aptitude for this. In America, however, it's altogether different. So far as ordinary, everyday business dealings are concerned, in which no speculation is involved, America is, I believe, the most reliable country in the world—the only one in which you will still find 'good workmanship'.

I trust you are all well. Much love to Emma[3] and to the children and grandchildren, as well as to the rest of the Engels-kirchen, from

Your old

Friedrich

  1. Caspar Engels
  2. Engels cites words from the German folk song Prinz Eugen, der adle Ritter.
  3. Emma Engels