The Sun. — 1856-07-10 (London, England)

MORRIS MOORE.  " A tranquil summer sunset shone upon him as he approached the end of his walk, and passed through the meadows by the river-side. He had that sense of peace, and of being lightenel of a weight of care, which country quiet awakens in the breasts of dwellers in towns. Everything within his view was lovely and placid. The rich foliage of the trees, the luxuriant grass diversified with wild flowers, the little green islands in the liver, the beds of rushes, the water-lilies floitino• on the surface of the stream, the distant voices in the boats° borne musically towards him on the ripple of the water and the evening air, were all expressive of rest. In the occasional leap of a fish, or dip of an oar, or twittering of a bird not yet at roost, or distant barking of a dog, or lowing of a cow—in all such sounds there was the prevailing breath of rest, which seemed to encompass him in every scent that sweetened the fragrant air. The long lines of red and gold in the sky, and the glorious track of the descending sun, were all divinely calm. Upon the purple tree-tops far away, and on the green height near at hand up which the shades were slowly creeping, there was an equal hush Between the real landscape and its shadow in the water, there was no division ; both were go untroubled and clear, and, wile so fraught with solemn mystery of life and death, hopefully reassuring to the gazer's soothed heart, because so tenderly and mercifully beautiful."  In the subsequent chapter in which " Mrs. Flintwinch goes on Dreaming," there is a brief but wonderful description of a wild stormy twilight in the City, forming a marvellous contrast in every way to this exquisite sketch of the summer's evening at Twickenham. It is immediately anterior to the abrupt reappearance of the assassin Rigaud, with his moustache going up and his nose coming down as he grins upun poor dazed Affery shut accidentally out of the house-upon-crutches by the banging-to of the.street door by an unexpected gust of wind. Here is the description alluded to, immediately before Affery is swung out into the paved forecourt by the wind aforesaid— " She stcod at the open door, staggering herself with this enigma, oil a rainy, thundery evening. The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighbouring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the rusty chimney-cowls and weathercocks, and rushing round and round a confined adjacent churchyard as Mit . had a mind to blow the dead citizens out of their graves. The low thunder, muttering in all quarters of thtt sky at once, seemed to threaten vengeance for this attempted desecration, ar.d to matter, ' Let them rest ! Let them rest !' "  The mumber altogether ends this month in a sort of wild,..wierd, grimly, ghostly disorder. Affery having just fetched old Flintwinch of the cut-down aspect from.a neighbouring public-house, where he has been carousing ! Rigaud the murderer,„ muffled in a large cloak, and looking eagerly far them over his hooked nose and ragged moustache; as'he awaits their coming in the dark gusty doorway of the house upon crutches! Mts. Cleunauz calling from her zoom up staiis iu the darkuess—bewitdere,l by so many strange sounds and footsteps— " Who is it? What is it ? Why does no one answer ? Who is that, down there ?" And so the number terminates ? What is it all coining to What is going to happen ? Tne reader is- left breathlessly expectant, but at the same time-utterly bewildered.  It: should be observed, before putting the present number aside that there are introduced:here and there iu the course.of it, quite incidentally, some little sketches of street sceneryand street character that Boz alone, we do believe, could ever ha-Ve thought of, or, having thought, could possibly have described. Here, for example, is Boz's description of—