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Polemical Articles Against The Allgemeine Zeitung
First published: in the Rheinische Zeitung No.. 3 and 12, January 3 and 12, 1843
The two items published here under a title supplied by the Institute of Marxism-Leninism were printed in the Rheinische Zeitungin reply to the attacks of the Augsburg Allgemeine Zeitung. At the end of 1842 and beginning of 1843 the newspaper again made a number of attacks against theRheinische Zeitung(in particular, in No. 4, January 4, 1843), stating its intention to polemicise on principles with the latter but failing to supply any weighty arguments. (Notes from MECW, 1975)
Rheinische Zeitung No. 3, January 3, 1843[edit source]
The lady of Augsburg has reached the stage when the fair sex itself no longer dares to simulate youth, and now has no more terrible accusation to make against her sisters than that of youth. In No. 360, however, the worthy Sibylâs means of estimating age has surprisingly misled her. She speaks about a cooling off of the âyouthful ardourâ of the Rheinische Zeitung in connection with a correspondent who happens to be a sexagenarian and could hardly have expected to find a testimonial to his youth in the columns of the Augsburg Allg. Zeitung. But that is what happens! Freedom is sometimes too old, sometimes too young; it is never on the order of the day, at any rate not on that of the Augsburg Allg. Ztg., which is more and more emphatically rumoured to be published in Augsburg.
Rheinische Zeitung No. 12, January 12, 1843[edit source]
If the editorial board of the Rheinische Zeitung desired to add to the above correspondence a postscript in the manner of the Allg. A. Ztg., since she was so kind as to recognise the ensign Pistol in the Rheinische Zeitung, we could only give her a choice between Doll Tearsheet and Mistress Quickly. Her manly confession of faith, however, we would expect from the friend of those ladies, from Falstaff:
âHonour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour pricks me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? Ag word. What is in that word honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning!- Who hath it? He that died a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not five with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: â therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechismâ. [Shakespeare, King Henry IV, Part One, Act V, Scene 1]
Thus, too, ends the political catechism of the Augsburg A. Z.; thus she reminds the press that one could lose arm and leg in critical times, thus she detracts from honour, because she has renounced any honour which could be detracted from.
The Augsburg A. Z. promised to engage us âin a fight over principles and she has kept her promise. She has used no principles, hence her principles, against us in the struggle. Now and again she has assured us of her indignation, cast petty suspicions, attempted minor corrections, made a big show of small performance, and laid claim to superiority of age. In regard to this last point, to her tide of veteran, we could say what M. DĂŠzamy says to M. Cabet:
âQue monsieur Cabet ait bon courage: avec tant de titres, il ne peut nianquer d'obtenir bientĂ´t ses invalides!â [Let Monsieur Cabet take heart; with so many titles, he cannot fail to obtain his disability pension soon!]
Madame Augsburg survives because of a mistake in calculation, an anachronism. Form, the only thing she possessed in earlier days, even form, the parfum littĂŠraire, she has lost. It has been replaced by a philistine, diffuse and arrogant formlessness, and no one is likely to regard the platitude of âHerr Puffâ and the simile of âthe bullfrog that tried to blow itself up into an oxâ as elegant because he finds the same sort of thing in the Augsburg A. Z.