ten o'clock
The boisterous wind is hushed . What is the hour ? Ah ! the watch has at last ceased to tick ; for the Judge 's forgetful fingers neglected to wind it up , as usual , at ten o'clock , being half an hour or so before his ordinary bedtime , -- and it has run down , for the first time in five years . But the great world-clock of Time still keeps its beat . The dreary night -- for , oh , how dreary seems its haunted waste , behind us ! -- gives place to a fresh , transparent , cloudless morn .