Author's note: The preceding lines, written by an entire stranger to Doctor Lang, have been elicited by a copy of verses in the
Australian of this day, signed 'Spectator,' which attack the Doctor's late poetical publication, with a degree of acrimony and illiberality that does not consist with fair and candid criticism.
Perhaps, the title Aurora Australia, may have a tincture of presumption — perhaps it might naturally encourage expectations of literary and poetical merit, which the mediocrity of the productions does not justify — yet the general tendency of the poems, which compose the little volume, the pious sentiments breathed in most of them, and the goodness of heart exhibited in all, should assuredly have restrained any mind having the slightest pretensions to kindly or generous feeling, from so rude and so unmerited an attack on a respectable young 'divine' merely because his muse has culled her poetical banquet from the foot of Mount Sion, or the Valley of Sharon, without attempting, with unequal wing, the sublimer flights, the more aspiring rhapsodies of a 'Milton' or a 'Pope' - with each of whom his 'Pegasus' easily soared above the 'two- fold summit of PARNASSUS.