Chapter 347 of 372 · 56 words · ~1 min read

LXXX.

I've an hypothesis--'tis quite my own; I never let it out till now, for fear Of doing people harm about the throne, And injuring some minister or peer, On whom the stigma might perhaps be blown; It is--my gentle public, lend thine ear! 'Tis, that what Junius we are wont to call,[hm] Was _really--truly_--nobody at all.