Bremen, March 12, 1839 Dear Marie, (Continuation of my letter to Hermann.) The Stadtbote is full of absolute nonsense and I am writing poems about it at the office which ridicule it by always praising it to the skies, just incoherent twaddle, and I send it to the paper signed Th. Hildebrandt and they print it in all innocence. I have got one in my desk at this very moment which I am going to send in. It runs like this: Book Wisdom So it goes, on and on, all mockery. Usually, when I am not quite sure what to send, I get hold of the Bote and scrape something together from that. The other day I sat Karl Leupold at my desk and dictated to him a rude letter to the Bote,  which they received and printed with the most fantastically stupid comments. But I must go out now. So I remain Your loving brother Friedrich
Letters: Letters of Frederick Engels