There were rustics, in their simple attire, sauntering through the old church yard, or leaning listlessly over the paling.

And there in the old belfry sat Jonas, the ringer, with his bald head and his weeping eyes, ready to ring out a merry peal as soon as the bride and bridegroom came in sight.
A laughing, happy throng of people filled the little church as soon as the door was opened.

Then Dominie Payson took his place at the altar; and Hanz and Angeline, representing age beautified by simplicity, walked slowly up the aisle, and took their place on one side, followed by Critchel, the inn-keeper and the schoolmaster, who stood just behind them.

A few minutes later and Mrs.Chapman, arrayed in all the majesty of her best wardrobe entered, accompanied by her meek little husband, and took their places on the opposite side, presenting such a contrast of characters.

The picture only wanted the central figures now.
A few minutes more, and there was a sudden, anxious movement on the part of those inside.