midnight
The two dogs came out with him . `` What a moon ! '' he said , looking upwards . It was midnight . On the right could be seen the whole village , a long street stretching far away for four miles . All was buried in deep silent slumber ; not a movement , not a sound ; one could hardly believe that nature could be so still . When on a moonlight night you see a broad village street , with its cottages , haystacks , and slumbering willows , a feeling of calm comes over the soul ; in this peace , wrapped away from care , toil , and sorrow in the darkness of night , it is mild , melancholy , beautiful , and it seems as though the stars look down upon it kindly and with tenderness , and as though there were no evil on earth and all were well .