He ought to have explained that he was the author, and not merely a _nom de plume_ for another man to hide behind.
If he had been less intemperately solicitous about his bones, and more solicitous about his Works, it would have been better for his good name, and a kindness to us.

The bones were not important.

They will moulder away, they will turn to dust, but the Works will endure until the last sun goes down.
MARK TWAIN.
P.S.

_March_ 25.

About two months ago I was illuminating this Autobiography with some notions of mine concerning the Bacon-Shakespeare controversy, and I then took occasion to air the opinion that the Stratford Shakespeare was a person of no public consequence or celebrity during his lifetime, but was utterly obscure and unimportant.