A man of bright parts has generally more indiscretions to answer for
than a blockhead.
Vol. II.--33.
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------------------------ some monitor unseen,
Calls for the song.--the call shall be obey’d;
For ’tis that silent monitor, I ween,
Which led my youth, to many a green-wood shade;
Show’d me the spring, in thousand blooms array’d,
And bade me look towards Heaven’s immensity:
This is a power that schoolmen never made,
That comes all unsolicited and free,
To fire the youthful bard--lo! this is Poesy!
_The Song of the Patriot._
~Robert Millhouse~
----The talented author of the poem from whence the motto is extracted
is scarcely known to fame, and not at all to fortune. His
unostentatious little volume, entitled “The Song of the Patriot,
Sonnets, and Songs,” was thrown accidentally in my way; and its perusal
occasions me to acquaint the readers of the _Table Book_ with its
uncommon merit. I do not know any thing concerning the poet beyond what
I have derived from printed particulars, which I now endeavour to
diffuse. That he is highly esteemed by a discriminating brother bard in
his native county, is apparent by the following beautiful address to him
in the Nottingham Mercury:--