Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1850-10-05

The editor Of the Evansville .Teur1sI
writes Ms follows on being presented with
n piree Of bri1e's cake;
With tie Wedding notice IN uuatbsy
column we received from lie fajr tahd II
lie bride a plece Of elegant wedding cake
10 dream on Well we put Il udipf tl,s
head ot our pillow, shut oar eyes sWestly
rs NJ iniant, and blessed with H0 raav
cpnsttauee, soon snofei prodiGionsIy. The
''oa OF dreams gently touched as ahd Ii
IN taney we were married. Never was
81 httle editor so happy IT Was my love
'dehrest understanding in tn1t enrs
every moment Oh TINT The d,aau bul
beet broken off here Ent no, sotna avii
eenitts put IL into tlts head Of or dueky
to have pudding for dinner Just 10 please
her lord In hungry dream We sui down
TO dihner We'll tiIe pudding moment
arrived, and htae slice almost obseurel
from sight tile plnts before ps
MY dear, said We fondy, "did you
make this 7"
Eyes loVe4~ttinf ii hire Z"
"t'lor'odi==--the best bread pudding I
SF1f .HSteb iH my ne
Plus pudding, dueky," suggested my
wire.
70 no dearest nasAb pudding Taiway,
wbs fond Of EN-"
"Call THAT i,rehd Pudding I" exclaimed
my wife, while her pf~sty lips cufled Slight.
ly with contempt. ...
"Cettainly, my deaf--taokon I've had
to cat enough NJ the Sherwood llonse b,
know Bread pudding, my love, by all
means
"IfnTSahd, this is really too bad. Plum
pudding Is twiob rs hard to make as
bread pSdihg and is more expensive, mud
aud great deal better. / say tliis IL
plum pudding SIR atd my pretty wife's
prov flushed with excitement.
MY love, my sweefy, my dear dove
exclaimed we so1lbingy, "d6 not get
angry; I'm sure it's very rood If il ID
bread pudding"
"l'it, sir, / sty it ain't i,read pudding"
"Ana ma1ain, say it is bread pudding"
lyon mean, low wretch" foudiy re.
Piled my wife in n high tone, yon know il
is plum pudding"
"lhen,, HihHi it Is so fnennly fttt fs,g
gether an2 80 badly burned, that tfls devil
himself wouldn't know ii. teu veu.
madam, most distinctly and empltatiiHlIv.
and | will not he eontradietsa. that il ia
bread pudding and the rneaaest Kind u.
that."
'lt is plum pt'ddine!' siirisked my wifi,
rs she hurled glass Of eafet IN nv fftee.
the glass itself tapping the eatet' from
my hose.
"Bread pudding" " essped we. pluck 10
ths last, and graspiug Il roasted chicken
by the left leg.
"Plum pnddingn' rose above din. as1
had distinctive PERCEPTION Of feeling
two plates smash across my head.
"Bfead paddinge' We eroaned in raaa,
as the chicken left our band, aud ayjny
with swift wing across the table. landed
nadans bosom.
"Plun pndding"' resounded the war
cry from the enemy, rs ttie gravy dish took
us where we bad been depositinp the first
part Of our dinner, aud u plate OF beets
landed upon white vest.
Dread pudding, forever" " shouted we
III defiance, dodglng the soup tuueen, and
10 our agility upsetting the table and
and falling beneath its contents.
"Plom pnddulngt yelled the aniab,e
spouse. as noticing our misfortune. she
determined to keep lis down by piing
upon our head the dishes with n, aen,is
hand.
Then in rapid succession followed the
war cries. Plum pudding" slrieEed
she with every dish, as if to it emphasis
and force.
"Bfead pudding" in smothered torres
came up from the pile in reply. Then IL
was opium pudding" in rapid succession.
the lust cry growing feebier, I'LL Just as
can distinctly reeoIeet it had grown 10 n
whisper, "piam pudding" resouuded like
followed by II tremendous eraab
as my wife Ieaped upon tho pile with her
delicate feet and commended jumping I'm
ard down --- when, thank heayen, we
awokc and thus saved our fife.
We shall never dream On wedljng eaks
agail--that' the moral.
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