THOMAS AUBREY DE VERE. DE VERE, THOMAS AUBREY, an Irish poet and political writer, third son of Sir Aubrey De Vere, Baronet, of Curragh Chase, in the county of Limerick, was born on the family estate, January 10, 1814; and was educated at Trinity College, Dublin. At the age of twenty-eight he published a lyrical tale entitled "The Waldenses, or the Fall of Rora." De Vere's productions include a large number of works in verse. Among them are "The Search after Proserpine" (1843); "Poems, Miscellaneous and Sacred" (1853); "May Carols" (1857); "The Sisters, Inisfail, and Other Poems" (1861); "Irish Odes and Other Poems" (1869); "Legends of Saint Patrick" (1872); "Alexander the Great" (1874), a dramatic poem; "Saint Thomas of Canterbury" (1876), another dramatic poem; "Antar and Zara" (1877); "Legends of the Saxon Saints" (1879); "The Foray of Queen Meave, and other Legends of Ireland's Heroic Age" (1882); "Legends and Records of the Church and the Empire" (1887); "Saint Peter's Chains" (1888); "Poems" (1890). "English Misrule and Irish Misdeeds," published in 1848, produced a sensation in the political world; and among his works of this kind should also be mentioned "Ireland's Church Property and the Right Use of It" (1867); "Pleas for Secularization" (1867); "The Church Establishment of Ireland" (1867); "The Church Settlement of Ireland, or Hibernia Pacanda " (1868); "Constitutional and Unconstitutional Political Action" (1881). Of other prose writings are an excellent work on Turkey entitled "Sketches of Greece and Turkey," published in two volumes in 1850; a volume of letters and articles on philosophical and religious subjects entitled "Proteus and Amadeus" (1878); "Essays on Poetry" (1887); 'Essays Literary and Ethical" (1889). THE ASCENT OF THE ALPS. Up to lonelier, narrower valleys Whence the latest snow-blast sallies I hear through clouds the hunter's hollo- Such as in her lyric moods There lie two prostrate trunks entangled Pale floats the mist, a wizard's shroud: Mount higher, mount higher! Behind each gray ridge And pine-feathered ledge A vale is suspended; mount higher, mount higher! From rock to rock leaping The wild goats, they bound; The resinous odors Are wafted around; The clouds disentangled, With blue gaps and spangled; Green isles of the valley with sunshine are crowned. The birches new-budded Make pink the green copse; From brier and hazel The golden rain drops; As he climbs, the bough shaking, Beneath the white ash-boughs the shepherd-boy stops, How happy that shepherd! How happy the lass! How freshly beside them The pure zephyrs pass! Sing, sing! From the soil Springs bubble and boil, And sun-smitten torrents fall soft on the grass. Mount higher, mount higher, To the regions we climb Of our long-buried prime In the skies it awaits us-Up higher, up higher! Loud Hymn and clear Pæan We have slipped from her fold; We have passed, like a breath, The Spring and our Childhood all round we behold. What are toils to men who scorn them! Peril what to men who dare? Chains to hands that once have torn them The winds above the snow-plains fleet- Lo! like the foam of wintry ocean, They give back the world. No veil I fear, no visual bond In this aërial diamond: My head o'er crystal bastions bent, 'Twixt star-crowned spire and battlement I see the river of green ice, From precipice to precipice, Wind earthward slow, with blighting breath Blackening the vales below like death. Far, far beneath in sealike reach, I see the woods of pine and beech, |