Mr. Kornicker shook his head. 'I knew it must come!' thought he. He muttered something about his 'standing the shot for the brandy himself.' He made a futile effort to get at his snuff-box, but failed; said something about 'apology to offer,' and was silent. 'Well, Sir,' said Rust, after a pause, altering his manner, 'I have found _you_ out. You haven't yet discovered what _I_ am. Get these things removed; for I have that on hand which must be attended to. I'll overlook _this_, but it must never be repeated.' 'Kornicker, glad to escape thus easily, and yielding, partly to that ascendancy which Rust invariably acquired over those whom he made use of, and partly cowed by the consciousness of guilt, and the fear of losing a comfortable situation, slunk out of the room in search of the boy from the refectory. MOHAWK. A CLUSTER OF SONNETS TOUCHING THAT VALLEY. BY H. W. ROCKWELL I. FULL many a glorious image have I caught, Sweet valley! from thy gentle scenery; Brooks blue with the June heaven; white cliff, and sky, And forest-shaded nooks; nor less, the Thought That stirs in Nature's hushed solemnity, The boundless Thought which fills the solitude And holy twilight of the pathless wood, With its perpetual and present mystery. How like a passion it pervades these deep, Dark groves of hemlock, while the sultry noon Fills the green meadows with the heats of June, And hangs its haze upon the mountain-steep! It is the breath of GOD, who here hath made Meet worship for Himself, amid the thickest shade. II. BENEATH this roof of maple boughs, whose screen Of thick, young leaves is painted in the brook, The golden summer hath a pleasant look, Caught from blue, stainless skies, and hill-tops green With field and forest. Deep within this nook Of bright, smooth waters, where the lace-like fern Is pictured with the wild-flower's crimson urn, And thickets by the winds of noontide shook: Amid the twinkling green and silver, lies His glorious image; clouds that sweep the vale, White wood-hawks breasting the sweet August gale, Inverted forests, and serenest skies Scooped out below the loose and glittering sand, With many a glimpse of town and sunny mountain land. III.