and an attitude for action which plunge me
into astonishment.'"

"You see," interrupted Lassalle, looking up; "Heine saw at once the
difference between me and Karl Marx. Marx is, when all is said and
done, a student, and his present address is practically the British
Museum. In mere knowledge I do not pretend to superiority. What
language, what art, what science, is unknown to him? But he has run
almost entirely to brain. He works out his thoughts best in
mathematics--the Spinoza of socialism. But fancy Spinoza leading a
people; and even Spinoza had more glow. When I went to see him in
London in the winter to ask him to head the movement with me, he
objected to my phraseology, dissected my battle-cries in cold blood. I
preach socialism as a religion, the Church of the People--he won't
even shout 'Truth and Justice!' He will only prove you scientifically
that the illusion of the masses that Right is not done them will goad
them to express their Might. And his speeches! Treatises, not
trumpets! Once after one of his speeches in the prisoner's box, a
juror shook hands with him, and thanked him for his instructive
lecture. Ha! ha! ha! Take my _System of Acquired Rights_,
now."--Lassalle was now launched on one of his favorite monologues,
and the Countess at least never desired to interrupt him.--"There you
have learning and logic that has forced the most dry-as-dust to hail
it as a masterpiece of Jurisprudence. But it is enrooted in life, and
drew its sustenance from my actual practice in fighting my dear
Countess's battles. As Heine goes on to say, _savoir_ and _pouvoir_
are rarely united. Luther was a man of action, but his thought was not
the widest. Lessing was a man of thought, but he died broken on the
wheel of fortune. It was a combination of the two I tried to paint in
my Ulrich von Hutten--the Humanist who transcended Luther and who was
the morning star of the true Reformation. You remember his Frankfort
student who, having mistakenly capped a Jew, could not decide whether
the sin was mortal or venial. But though I put my own self into him, I
shall not be beaten like him." He jumped to his feet and threw down
his pen so that it stood quivering in the table. "For surely it was of
me that Heine was thinking when he wrote: 'Yes, a third man will
come'"--and Lassalle's accent became dramatically sonorous--"'and he
will conclude what Luther began, what Lessing continued, a man of whom
the Fatherland stands in such need