And there was Titus Bright, for the merry little inn-keeper would have considered such a gathering incomplete without him.

Titus was not so well thought of by the Dutch settlers since he gave up his little tavern for a big one, and had taken to boarding fine folks from the city.
And now the appearance of Hanz and Angeline, advancing slowly up the road, for Hanz walked with a staff, created a pleasant diversion.
Several of the young people ran to meet them, and greeted them with such expressions of welcome as must have filled their hearts with joy.
When they had nearly reached the church, Critchel proceeded to meet them with his hand extended.

"Verily, good neighbor Hanz," said he, after greeting the old people with a hearty shake of the hand, "the people have had strange news to talk about for a week past." Critchel shook his head, looked serious, and taking Hanz by the arm, drew him aside.

"This Chapman has fallen to the ground, they say." "Mine friend Critchel," returned Hanz, leaning on his staff, and casting a look upward.

"I tolds you tar pees un shust Got; and now you shees how dat shust Got he pees mine friend." "Aye, verily," rejoined Critchel, "and he lets them what builds castles and lives like lords suffer their disappointments.