That it jerked the philosopher out of his cell.
Jane Taylor.
FROM “THE FEAST OF THE POETS”
NEXT came Walter Scott, with a fine, weighty face,
For as soon as his visage was seen in the place,
The diners and barmaids all crowded to know him,
And thank him with smiles for that sweet, pretty poem!
However, he scarcely had got through the door,
When he looked adoration, and bowed to the floor,
For his host was a god—what a very great thing!