In August, 1861, I wrote another novel for the _Cornhill Magazine_. It was a short story, about one volume in length, and was called _The Struggles of Brown, Jones, and Robinson_. In this I attempted a style for which I certainly was not qualified, and to which I never had again recourse. It was meant to be funny, was full of slang, and was intended as a satire on the ways of trade. Still I think that there is some good fun in it, but I have heard no one else express such an opinion. I do not know that I ever heard any opinion expressed on it, except by the publisher, who kindly remarked that he did not think it was equal to my usual work. Though he had purchased the copyright, he did not republish the story in a book form till 1870, and then it passed into the world of letters _sub silentio_. I do not know that it was ever criticised or ever read. I received £600 for it. From that time to this I have been paid at about that rate for my work--£600 for the quantity contained in an ordinary novel volume, or £3000 for a long tale published in twenty parts, which is equal in length to five such volumes. I have occasionally, I think, received something more than this, never I think less for any tale, except when I have published my work anonymously.[7] Having said so much, I need not further specify the prices as I mention the books as they were written. I will, however, when I am completing this memoir, give a list of all the sums I have received for my literary labours. I think that _Brown, Jones, and Robinson_ was the hardest bargain I ever sold to a publisher. [Footnote 7: Since the date at which this was written I have encountered a diminution in price.]