THE young Gentleman, who, under the name of OSANDER, proposes to publish a volume of Poems, has presented to us such papers as are satisfactory concerning his character. His design is to acquire from this publication, such pecuniary assistance, as will enable him to prosecute his studies, with a view to the Gospel Ministry. Believing that the profits arising from this publication, will be sacredly appropriated to the above object; we cordially recommend him to public notice. SAMUEL MILLER, PHILIP MILLEDOLER, New-York, August 16, 1811. HAVING "had the pleasure of perusing several of the Poems witich compose this little volume, and my opinion concerning them being solicited, I do not hesitate in characterizing them as possessed of considerable merit. If the author's muse be young, it well deserves encouragement. The motive which has induced OSANDER to this undertaking, is, in itself, interesting, and the public will have an opportunity of aiding in the accomplishment of a purpose which hath for its prospect, the promotion of piety, and the service of the Church. SAMUEL BLATCHFORD. Lansingburgh, July 26, 1811. A 2 PREFACE. THE eye of criticism will, unquestionably, discover errors; but to a juvenile work, it is hoped charity will be extended. Peculiarity of situation, is all that drives the author into the ordeal of publick opinion at so carly an age, INTRODUCTION. WHEN Heav'n its blessings to mankind dispens'd, The social tie was giv'n; a treasure, rich, And much to be esteem'd : Not on his fellow, as a slave, or vile, May man now look, but as another link In that same chain of which he is a part. No man is independent. Do we superior stations hold! The farmer's toil, the merchant's enterprize, All, all the various labors of the whole, Conspire to render us compleat In what we are. Does pride our thoughts lift up And swell to heights of haughtiness, How soon some trivial want will bring us down, And shew our folly: this we know, Altho' we still may swell, and still be proud; And still be haughty, till the day of death Sweeps us to dust and covers us with clods. Whence is this pride? From evil in ourselves And he who fosters it Gives vigor to a curse and imitates the damn'd. But all men are not proud : Yes, some there are, the social tie preserve As first 'twas giv'n so far as, fall'n, they may. Ye who the rising sapling would not crush But who in friendliest deed your pow'rs combine To foster it to strength. Accept a trivial of respect! While my heart thanks you and with humble praise. Adores that God who rais'd you up as friends Long may you grow in grace, as active blessings, Rich in joy and virtue; and when future time Shall raise your souls from this to ether's sphere May Paradise celestial ope her gates And that sweet smile whose beam is extacy Declare you welcome. Then among us youth may there be found: Those, who your present stations shall maintain With equal piety and equal zeal |