<idno>645</idno>Thomas Allsop an Karl Marx in London. Ramsgate, Montag, 30. Oktober 1871 Lindenberg Thomas Bearbeitung Lura Caroline Bearbeitung

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 letter Thomas Allsop Ramsgate Karl Marx London
Pegwell Bay30 Oct 1871.My dear Friend,

I shall avail myself of your invitation when next in London should you have time for socialities then.

I congratulate the International to have such a man to think for them, since in all the movements I have seen or taken part in during the last 40 years we have had able fluent men, but none who have combined to an equal degree thought and action.

I have a great distrust of old men in popular movements; they are either timed from remembrance of failures, or retain too much & too long the aspirations of their youth and hope—irrationally—when if wise with the wisdom of age they would despair.

I enclose thro’ you the lines I promised your daughters; not knowing how far you encourage poetical aspirations.

With respectfully affectionate remembrances to Madame, the young Ladies and to your fine tempered friend F. Engels

Ever your friendT. Allsop These times touch money’d Worldlings with dismay:Gedicht von William Wordsworth, „October, 1803“.;Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air With words of apprehension and despair: While tens of thousands thinking on th’ affray, Men unto whom sufficient for the say And minds not stinted nor untilled are given, Sound healthy children of the God of Heaven, Are cheerful as the rising sun in May. What do we gather hence but firmer faith That every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by hope’s perpetual breath; That virtue and the faculties within Are vital,—and that riches are akin To fear, to change, to cowardice and death.