353—to John Murray
November 17, 1813.
My Dear Sir,—
you and I may distinctly understand each other on a subject, which, like "the dreadful reckoning when men smile no more,"
makes conversation not very pleasant, I think it as well to
write
a few lines on the topic.—Before I left town for Yorkshire, you said that you were ready and willing to give five hundred guineas for the copyright of
The Giaour
; and my answer was—from which I do not mean to recede—that we would discuss the point at Christmas. The new story may or may not succeed; the probability, under present circumstances, seems to be, that it may at least pay its expences—but even that remains to be proved, and till it is proved one way or the other, we will say nothing about it. Thus then be it: I will postpone all arrangement about it, and
The Giaour
also, till Easter, 1814; and you shall then, according to your own notions of fairness, make your own offer for the two. At
same time, I do not rate the last in my own estimation at half
The Giaour
; and according to your own notions of its worth and its success within the time mentioned, be the addition or deduction to or from whatever sum may be your proposal for the first, which has already had its success
.
My account with you since my last payment (which I believe cleared it off within five pounds) I presume has not
much
increased—but whatever it is have the goodness to send it to me—that I may at least meet you on even terms.
The pictures of Phillips I consider as
mine
, all three; and the one (not the Arnaut) of the two best is much at
your service
, if you will accept it as a present, from Yours very truly,
Biron
.
P. S.—The expence of engraving from the miniature send me in my account, as it was destroyed by my desire; and have the goodness to burn that detestable print from it immediately.
The What d'ye call't?
by John Gay (act ii. sc. 9):
"So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more."
Murray replies, November 18, 1813,
"I restore the Giaour to your Lordship entirely, and for it, the Bride of Abydos, and the miscellaneous poems intended to fill up the volume of the small edition, I beg leave to offer you the sum of One Thousand Guineas, and I shall be happy if you perceive that my estimation of your talents in my character of a man of business is not much under my admiration of them as a man."