He had the good fortune to become known to Mr. Thomas Bailey, a man of literary taste, the writer of several works, and father of the more famous Philip James Bailey, author of "Festus." Mr. Bailey recognised at once the merits of a collection of poems submitted to him by Miller, was the means of the pieces being printed, and did all in his power to obtain a favourable welcome for the volume. The book was entitled "Songs of Sea Nymphs;" it contained only forty-eight pages, and was sold at two shillings. In his preface the author stated: "I am induced to offer these extracts from unpublished poems in their present state solely because I cannot find any publisher who will undertake, without an extensive list of subscribers, the risk of publishing a volume of poetry written by an individual whose humble station in life buries him in obscurity." He next explains that the object of the work is to elicit the opinion of his country-men as to the merits or demerits of his verses--which he terms "trifles." Mr. Miller says, "Concerning the poems, I have only to add that the three first songs are extracts from an unpublished poem entitled, 'Hero and Leander, a Tale of the Sea.' The scene is chiefly confined to Neptune's palace beneath the waves. The other extracts are from 'Adelaide and Reginald, a Fairy Tale of Bosworth Field.' I am aware that the date is too modern for fairies; however, who can prove it? for so long as a barren circle is found in the velvet valleys of England, tradition will ever call it a fairy-ring. Having launched my little bark on the casual ocean of public opinion, not without anxiety, I leave it to its fate.--Thomas Miller, Basket-maker, Nottingham, August, 1832." The volume was the means of making him many friends, and enabling him to start business on his own account. He had a work-room in the Long Row, and a stall on a Saturday in the market-place. Here is a picture of the stall from Spencer Hall's graphic pen:--"There was poetry in his very baskets. A few coarser ones were there, but others of more beautiful pattern, texture, and colour, flung a sort of bloom over the rest; and the basket-maker and his wares well-matched each other, as he would take his cigar from his mouth, and ask some pretty market maiden, in his cheeriest tones, as she lingered and looked, if she would not like to purchase. As a youth, I was wont to stand there chatting with him occasionally, and to hear him, between customers, pour out the poetry of Coleridge and other great minds, with an appreciance and a melody that such authors might themselves have listened to with pride and delight."