Das Volk füllte die Kirche. Der alte, gichtbrüchige Postmeister, der bessere Tage gesehen hatte, der Mayor und seine Frau -- denn es gab einen Mayor, neben vielen anderen unnützen Dingen, -- der Ortsrichter, die Witwe Douglas, zart, klein und lebhaft, eine edle, gutherzige Seele und immer obenauf (ihr Haus war das einzige steinerne im Dorf, und das gastfreieste und bei Festlichkeiten verschwenderischste, das St. Petersburg aufweisen konnte); Lawyer Riverson; dann die Schönheit des Dorfes, gefolgt von einem Haufen elegant gekleideter, mit allerhand Firlefanz behangener junger Herzensbrecher; dann all die jungen Ladendiener des Dorfes, alle gleichzeitig, denn sie hatten im Vestibül gestanden, Süßholz raspelnd -- eine öltriefende, einfältige Schutztruppe -- bis das letzte Mädchen Spießruten gelaufen war.
The crowd filed up the aisles: the aged and needy postmaster, who had seen better days; the mayor and his wife--for they had a mayor there, among other unnecessaries; the justice of the peace; the widow Douglass, fair, smart, and forty, a generous, good-hearted soul and well-to-do, her hill mansion the only palace in the town, and the most hospitable and much the most lavish in the matter of festivities that St. Petersburg could boast; the bent and venerable Major and Mrs. Ward; lawyer Riverson, the new notable from a distance; next the belle of the village, followed by a troop of lawn-clad and ribbon-decked young heart-breakers; then all the young clerks in town in a body--for they had stood in the vestibule sucking their cane-heads, a circling wall of oiled and simpering admirers, till the last girl had run their gantlet; and last of all came the Model Boy, Willie Mufferson, taking as heedful care of his mother as if she were cut glass.