ABSTRACT
Mr. Coleridge, in his Zapolya, a Christmas Tale, has kept pretty near to the letter of his title: but we observe few strong delineations of character, or poetical combinations, which we should wish to remember. He is, however, less obscure than in some other of his works, which we have had occasion to notice, although the sel poignant d’esprit seems, in a great measure, to have evaporated: this is, we suppose, as it should be, for, as we grow older, we ought to grow wiser. We are sorry to observe that this poem cannot add much to Mr. Coleridge’s fame.
