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cable, we should still hesitate to recommend it; not only because it is obviously unnecessary for the establishment of that freedom of commerce which would be at once restored by the mere cessation of the restrictions now imposed upon it;-nor solely because we think, with Mr. Macpherson, that no prospect of purely commercial benefit, would justify the risk to which our civil liberties would be exposed by such an innovation ;---but farther because we entertain serious doubts whether those very sources of profit, which it was Dr. Smith's particular object to secure, would not be endangered by such a change. It is notorious that, whilst the Company have acquired, and preserved for the public, an extensive empire in the east, the legislature of Great Britain have thrown away an equally extensive empire in the west; and as the sagacious writer on the • Wealth of Nations' has, in his investigation of the principles of our colonial policy, very fully explained the causes of the latter event, we find ourselves compelled to dissent from his opinion in a single instance, where it seems to be at variance with his general reasoning

ART. VIII. Poetical Vaguries. By George Colman, the

Younger. 4to. London. Printed for the Author. 1812. THERE may be persons so little read in the nugæ canoræ

and farce-comedies of modern times, as to open this volume without any previous acquaintance with Mr. Colman, the younger. Very young, indeed, will such readers judge Mr. Colman to be; and scarcely pardouable, even to the most extreme youth, will they pronounce his 'vagaries :' but to those wbo know that Mr. Colman is not a giddy boy just escaped froin school, and setting up for a poet and wit, on a small stock of facility and fancy, and a large one of puns, old jokes, and double entendres, to those, we say, this volume will afford any thing but amusement, and will appear any thing but excusable.

We are not, at best, great admirers of parody, burlesque, and such small wit

. It is only tolerable when it is confined within very narrow limits, and adapted to light and momentary occasions; but, really, when trifling begins to grow ponderous, and swell into quartos, it is high time to relieve the slender stalk of light reading from the worthless pumpkin that threatens to overload it.

What has induced Mr. Colman to venture on the publication of such a volunie as this, we are at a loss to guess. Not surely the hope of faine-he bas too much taste and experience to expect any such thing; nor yet the hope of profit-he cannot expect that the gentle readers, who are pleased with builesque, will be induced to


buy it either at so high a rate, or in so awful a form. Perhaps, however, the very shape and size of his work is a parody, and he means it as a ridicule on the quarto mania of the present tiers-état race of poets. If this was his intention, we can only say, that never was burlesque more complete; but, we are obliged to add, that, for a practical joke, it is rather expensive.

The volume comprizes four several pieces of wit and humour, of each of which we shall, out of respect to Mr. Colman and to shew our impartiality, take some notice, though, in justice to our readers, that notice must be very short.

The first of these facetious labours is 'An Ode to WE, an hackney'd Critic.' To us, this ode on backneyed critics appears to be rather on a hackneyed subject. We hardly recollect any small rhymester who has not his ode, or remonstrance, or appeal, or intercession, addressed to the Critical, Monthly, or British reviewers, sometimes abusive, frequently vulgar, often dull, but generally intelligible. Whether Mr. Colman's ode resembles those of his predecessors in the two former qualities, its deficiency in the latter disables us from judging. The character of dulness it certainly deserves in an eminent degree, but beyond this we dare not venture an opinion : as, however, we are galled jades,' who may be supposed to 'wince' at this satirist's lash, we shall produce a specimen of the ode to our readers, and leave them to judge for themselves; to avoid also any suspicion of unfair dealing in a matter in which the critical character is so personally and deeply coucerned, we shall, as Mr. Colman undoubtedly puts his best foot foremost, select the first two stanzas.

Hail, plural unit! who would'st be
A junto o'er my muse and me,

With dogmas to controul us;
Hail, mystic We! grand next-to-none !
Large body corporate of one!
Important Omnes, Solus !

First person singular ! pray, why
Impregnate, thus, the pronoun ?

Of madness what a tissue !
To write as if, with passion wild,
Thou oft hadst got thyself with child,

And thou wert self and issue !'--pp. 1, 2.
Mr. Colman has not taken to himself any merit for the more
than Pindaric obscurity which pervades this ode; but we, in our


candour, must confess that, to us, it has more of that source
the sublime than any poem, ancient or modern, except the Cas-
sandra of Lycophron, and the Portugal of a noble contempo-
rary noticed in a former number. In one stanza, however, there is
a glimmering of light, and that glimmering seriously alarms us.

• Be what thou wilt, when all is done,
To me thou’rt (like thyself) all one ;

Thou’rt welcome still to fog on,
For till one addled egg's a brood,
Or twenty Ies a multitude,

My muse and I will jog on.' This, if we quite comprehend it, intimates that Mr. Colman intends to write to all eternity; a determination which would give us great pam if it imposed a corresponding obligation upon us to remain alive for the purpose of reading or reviewing these eternal (we do not say immortal) writings.

The second effort of the eternal muse is entituled Low Ambition, and we began it with some hopes that the low ambition of being a poetical jack-pudding would have been held up to the just ridicule of Mr. "Colman's readers. This object is, indeed, indirectly pursued, inasmuch as the verses are just such as we should quote, for the purpose of deterring a young writer from this sort of humble authorship; but the professed object is to give a life of a certain Mr. Daw, whose trade was, we know not what, a candlesnuffer or scene-shifter at some theatre, and who is elegantly described by Mr. Colman as

• Brisk as a flea, and ignorant as dirt.' The history of this worthy is not, it may be well supposed, very interesting as a piece of biography; and we need only say of it, that the language in which it is written, is admirably suited to the subject, and that the main incident of the story is stolen from a French jest-book, and is not worth stealing.

The third, the longest, and, we doubt not, in Mr. Colman's opinion, the most valuable, of this quaternion, is called · The Lady of the Wreck, or the Castle of Blarneygig.' This, as its name, a dedication to Walter Scott, and sundry sly notes give us to understand, is a parody on the Lady of the Lake. Now, as parodies are, of all efforts after wit, perhaps the most easy, we anticipated some degree, at least, of amusement, from such a notorious Mr. Colman; but we were most cruelly disappointed. Mr. Colman, besides a careful omission of wit or humour, has also committed the egregious blunder (by-the-bye liis subject is Irish) of making the story of his parody grave and tragical, while that of the prototype is gay and elegant. A parody consists, generally, in the


wag as

application of high-sounding poetry to familiar objects, but the kind of parody which degrades or destroys its own subject is new to us; and is as if the Clown in a pantomime, in parodying one of Hariequiu's agile jumps, should pleasantly break his own neck upon the spot. Perhaps we may be told that our author meant not to parody but to travestie the Lady of the Lake, and that travesty consists in degrading a subject by the vulgar manner in which it is treated. But we reply, that this is not, as we collect from his advertisement, Mr. Colman's intention, and that, if it were, he has not accomplished it; for he has not ridiculed Mr. Scott's subject. The City Shower is a parody, and the famous work of Scarron is a travesty. In the first, the pomp of language is imitated, and applied to a common subject; in the latter, the subject is still noble, but the language is mean, In short, the best account that we can give of Mr. Colman's strange production is, that he has travestied his own story, and made a burlesque upon himself. But whom or what he has bure lesqued, if he amused us, we should not very much care. Mr. Scott's reputation is increased rather than diminished by the involuntary applause of imitators and parodists, and we dare say that he has no kind of objection that his works should afford the public double amusement, first in the original, and afterwards in the copy. He veeds be satisfied to be travestied and burlesqued, as Virgil and even Homer have been before him.

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ΜώμΘ-, όν εκ ήρως Δαίδαλο» εξέφυγεν *. Our lamentation on this occasion is, that we are any thing but amused, and we much doubt that our readers will be better pleased thau ourselves with the following specimens, which we have chosen from what the author himself appears to consider as the most prominent parts of his POEM, as he, in serious prose, is modestly pleased to call such trash as this.

• Harp of the Pats! that rotting long hast lain

On the soft bosom of St. Allen's bog,
And, when the wind had fits, wouldst twang a strain,

Till envious mud did all thy musick clog,

E'en just as too much pudding chokes a dog ;-
Oh! Paddy's harp! still sleeps thine accent's pride?

Will nobody be giving it a jog?
Still must thou silent be, as when espied
Upon an Irish, old, old halfpenny's back side?'-pp. 40, 41.

• O! Thady Rann! the Isle of Man'

• I left, and sail'd for you;'

Epigrammata à Johnson. 172.

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• I am

• I am very ill luck'd all night to be duck’d,'

For keeping my promise true!
0! Thady, your bride cannot sleep by your side,

• Go to bed to another lady;'
I must lie in the dark, with a whale, or a shark,'

Instead of my darling Thady.'--pp. 49, 50. We shall not weary or disgust our readers with any samples of the historic part of the POEM. We have only to say, that to the quality of dulness already noticed, it also adds that of being most laboriously obscene. The author strives, in text and note, in poetry and prose, after indecency, and is the happiest man alive, when he hits upon some filthy-double-meaning, we were about to say--but, in truth, those passages have but one meaning, and that, a very bad one. We shall be excused, therefore, from taking any further notice of the Lady of the Wreck,' than to assure our readers, that the lady who has suffered wreck on this occasion, is no other than Mr. Colman's muse. The last three lines, however, being quite intelligible, not indecent, and tolerably expressive of our own feelings at concluding the poem, we shall subjoin them.

• Harp of the Pats ! farewell! for, truly, I

Am getting very sick of minstrelsy ;

So get thee to the bog again! Good bye!-p. 111. The fourth and (heaven be praised !) last of these pieces is worthy of its predecessors, as the acute reader will not fail from its name to infer. - The two Parsons ; or, the Tale of a Shirt.'— The promise which this happy title gives, the story keeps; there are two parsons and but one shirt, and the humour of the thing is how one of these parsons is rogue enough to steal the other's shirt, and impudent enough to deny the larceny, while the other is fool enough to be duped out of his shirt.

The opportunities which this subject obviously affords, for that delicate kind of writing, in which Mr. Colman so much delights, are, of course, not thrown away upon him ; and he has accord ingly condescended (contrary to his former practice) to be so intelligible as to be quite unfit to be read. But besides the topics of this nature, Mr. Colman does not fail to introduce some others of equal truth, novelty, and interest; especially such as are calculated to extend that useful doctrine the contempt of the clergy. Observe how wittily he describes the Archbishop of Canterbury;

Great Britain's principal soul-mender
Liveth at Lambeth, in great splendor.'-p. 117.


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