The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1850-12-12
Bread Pudding VS.. Plum Pudding.

The editor of the Evansville Journal
writes as follows on being presented with a
piece of BRIDES cake.
With the wedding notice in another col
urnn, we received from the fair hand of the
bride apiece OF elegant wedding cake to
dream on. Well, we put it under the head
of our pillow, shut our eyes sweetly as an
infant and, blessed with al easy consci-
ence, soon snored prodigiously. The god of
dreams gently touched us, and 10 !! in fancy
we were married Never was little edi-
tor SO happy. 1t was my love- dearest,
Sweetest ringing in our ears every mo-
msnt Oh that the dream had been bro
ken off here. But no. some evil genius put
it into the head of our dueky to have pud
ding for dinner, just 10 please her lord. In
hungry dream we sat down TO dinner.
Well, the pudding moment arrived, and a
huge slice almost obscured from sight the
plate before us.
My DEAR said we fondly, did you make
this?
Yes love-ain't it nice!'
'Glorious--the best bread pudding ever
tasted in my life'
'Pl''m pudding, ducky,' suggested my
wife.
o no, dearest, bread pudding, always
was fond of 'em.'
Call that bread puddingp exclaimed my
wife, while her pretty lips curled slightly
with contempht.
Certainly, my dear-reckon I've had 10
eat enough at Sherwood House TO know
Bread Pudding, my love, by all means,'
Husband, this is really too bad. Plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread
pudding, and is more expensive, and great
deal better. I say this is plum pudding, sir :
and my pretty wife's brow flushed with ex-
element
MY love, my sweet, my dearly love, ex-
claimed We soothingly, do not get angry
Pm sure it's very good, if it is bread pud.
ding
But, sir, I say it ain't bread pudding
And, madam, I say it is bread pudding
you mean, low wretch fondly replied
my wife, in high tone, you know it is plum
pudding
Then, ma'am, il Is so meanly put togeth-
er, and so badly burned, the devil himself
wouldn't know it. Itell you, mada m, most
distinctly and emphatically, and will not
be conlradicted, that is bread padding, and
the meanest kind at that
III is plum puddingp shrieked my wife as
she hurled 6 lass of claret in my face, the
glass itself tapping the claret from nv
nose.
Bread ruddingp gasped we, pluck 10 the
last, and grasping roasted chicken by the
left leg.
Plum pudding1 rose above the din, as |
had distinctive perception of feeling two
plates smash acrossmy head
Bread puddingP ? we groaned in rage, as
the chicken left our hand, and flying with
swift wing across the table, landed in mad.
ANS bosom.
Plum pudding ? reseunded the war cry
from the enemy, as .e'gravy dish took us
where we had been deposiiing the frs, part
OF our dinner, and plate of beets landed up
on white vest.
Bread pudding, forever ? shouted we in
defiance, dodging the soup tureen, and fall.
ing beneath its contents.
Plum puddingp yelled the amiable
spouse, as, noticing our misfortune, she de-
termined to keep us down by piliag upon
our head the dishes with no gentle hand.
Then in rapid succession followed the war
cries. Plum pudding shrieked with every
dish
Bread. pudjingv in smothered tones,
came up from the pile in reply. Then II
was plum pudding in rapid succession, the
last cry growing feebler, till, jus, as eau dis.
tinctly recollect, it had grown 10 a whisper.
plum puddinsP resounded like thunder,
followed by tremendous crash, as my wife
leaped upon the pile with her delicate feet,
and commenced jumping up and down
when, thank Heaven we awoke, and thus
saved our life
We shall never dream on wedding cake
again--that's tie moral