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Pate7its lately enrolled. ' 4Q 
He taught me to play on the harp and to 
sing 
The delights of my country, of Erin the 
green } 
# then how my soul on young rapture’s bold 
wing 
Soar’d aloft, like the lark in life’s morning 
serene ! 
Ah! now hapless Phelim, tir’d, hungry, and 
poor, 
'Where, w here shall chy footsteps a resting- 
place find, 
Doom’d to wander alone, misery’s pangs to 
endure, 
Neglected by heaven and scorn’d by man¬ 
kind ? 
But ah me! afar softer and lovelier theme 
Soon rais’d from my youth a new ditty of 
praise. 
Fair Shilali inwrapt me in love’s blissful 
dream. 
My harp rung for her and for her flow’d 
my lays. 
She liv’d in a cottage, a aeighboui to our’s j 
Ne’er, ne’er, have I seen such a beautiful 
maid ; 
She seem’d in her bloom, like the rose of 
Alay’s bowers 
(Yes, my tears stream away, for that bloom 
was to fade.) 
We lov’d, and oft sitting beneath a tall rock 
That atar o’er the valley its deep shadow 
flung, 
Whilst around u» was gaily disporting the 
flock, 
On her bosom reclining my love-tale 1 
sung. 
But alas! my dear father, enfeebled and old ^ 
Grew sick and at last went away to the 
grave; 
To pay the physician, the flock was alj sold, 
Nor aught but my harp was I able to save. 
Afar from my Shilah 1 then bad to roam. 
An orphan unheeded,, despised, alone ; 
I have sung, 1 have Vvept, 1 have ask’d for a 
home, 
But spurn’d from each door I was answer’d, 
‘ Begone.’ 
To revisit my Shilah I went th’ other day 
In hopes that her love would some balsam 
impart, 
But alas! I was shown the cold earth v.fhere 
she lay, 
And was told that my sorrows had broken 
her heart. 
Swift o’er my bare head the chill night* 
breezes sweep, 
And silence and rest all around me are 
spread ; 
Whilst every one else reclines couched in 
sleep-— 
Ah ! why hast thou, Ph-elim, no slumbering 
bed ? 
I will go to the grave; yes, my harp, this 
weak lay 
Is the last that shall tell the sad tale of my 
woes; 
On thy music I feel that my soul steals 
away, 
And death hushes my life’s stormy tide to 
repose. 
I faint-O my only companion, farewel ! 
. This night whilst I lie by the Shannon’s 
pale surge, 
O’er my corpse let thy strings’mid the gale’s 
frequent swell 
Pour in soft solemn murmers my funeral 
dirge.” j. C. 
Mirfeld, 
ON HEARING THE CEOLIAN HARP AT MI»« 
NIGHT. 
j^NGELS of the night, who keep 
Guardian vigils round her bed. 
Is it ye that o’er hef sleep, 
These mellifluous concords spread? 
Say —on music such as this 
Do you waft her dreams bf bliss ? 
Yes ! around the couch of night. 
Sporting viewless in her ray, 
Drest in robes of starry light, 
Ye the harp of Q2ol play; 
Sailing on the breeze’s wings, 
O’er its wildly trembling strings. 
J. G» 
PATENTS LATELY ENROLLED. 
Communkatiom of Specifications and 
solicited, and lOill alicaps 
MR. JOHN Bradley’s (old sayinford, 
STAFFORD),yor a nezv Method-of making 
Gun Skelps. 
T his invention consists in the manu¬ 
facturing of iron sk'.^lps for making 
barrels for fire-arms, vyliolty and entirely 
by rollers instead of by torge-hammers, 
ivhich is the present mode of making 
Monthiy Mag, N«. 216, 
Accounts of New Patents, are earnestly 
command early notice. 
them. For tiiis purpose Mr. Bradley 
takes a pair of toilers about fifteen 
inches in diao'.eter, which have been pre¬ 
viously drilled and turned with four 
grooves, requisite for inanuractunng the 
sort of skelps required, and fixes them 
in such a frame as is generally used in 
working rollers. He then takes a bar 
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