And feel no refuge from my pain-- Save that of pitying Spencer's sister, Who's lost a lord, and gained a Mister. LI. REFORMATION OF THE KNAVE OF HEARTS. This is an exquisite satire on the attempts at criticism which were current in _pre-Edinburgh Review_ days, when the majority of the journals were mere touts for the booksellers. The papers in question are taken from Nos. 11 and 12 of the _Microcosm_, published on Monday, February 12th, 1787--when Canning was seventeen years of age. The epic poem on which I shall ground my present critique has for its chief characteristics brevity and simplicity. The author--whose name I lament that I am, in some degree, prevented from consecrating to immortal fame, by not knowing what it is--the author, I say, has not branched his poem into excrescences of episode, or prolixities of digression; it is neither variegated with diversity of unmeaning similitudes, nor glaring with the varnish of unnatural metaphor. The whole is plain and uniform; so much so, indeed, that I should hardly be surprised if some morose readers were to conjecture that the poet had been thus simple rather from necessity than choice; that he had been restrained, not so much by chastity of judgment, as sterility of imagination. Nay, some there may be, perhaps, who will dispute his claim to the title of an epic poet, and will endeavour to degrade him even to the rank of a ballad-monger. But I, as his commentator, will contend for the dignity of my author, and will plainly demonstrate his poem to be an epic poem, agreeable to the example of all poets, and the consent of all critics heretofore. First, it is universally agreed that an epic poem should have three component parts--a beginning, a middle, and an end; secondly, it is allowed that it should have one grand action or main design, to the forwarding of which all the parts of it should directly or indirectly tend, and that this design should be in some measure consonant with, and conducive to, the purposes of morality; and thirdly, it is indisputably settled that it should have a hero. I trust that in none of these points the poem before us will be found deficient. There are other inferior properties which I shall consider in due order. Not to keep my readers longer in suspense, the subject of the poem is "The Reformation of the Knave of Hearts". It is not improbable that some may object to me that a knave is an unworthy hero for an epic poem--that a hero ought to be all that is great and good. The objection is frivolous. The greatest work of this kind that the world has ever produced has "the Devil" for its hero; and supported as my author is by so great a precedent, I contend that his hero is a very decent hero, and especially as he has the advantage of Milton's, by reforming, at the end, is evidently entitled to a competent share of celebrity.