Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1850-11-30
From the Petersburg Intelgencer.
AN EDITORS DREAM on A SLICE OF WED.
DING CAKE


1t is good old custom always to furnish
your friends slice of wedding cake I'd
Iream on, as well as plenty 10 eat. If you
simply put it under your pillow after eating
moderately at supper, you will likely
dream pleasant dreams; but if you eat to,
much before lying down, then look out for
trouble. Our brother of the Evansville, In
diana, Journal, lately suffered in this way,
and here is his sad experience. Be warm
ed, We eaters of too much wedding cake:
"With the wedding notice in another
column, we received from the fair hands Of
the Bride a piece of the elegant wedding
cake to dream on. Well we put it under
our pillow, shut our eyes sweetly as an in
fant, and blessed with an easy conscience
soon snored most prodigiously. The spirit
of dreams gently touched us, and 10? in
fancy, we were married Yes, at our side
stood fair being, the bride of d week, who
looked more fit for heaven than earth, and
as the sequel proved, we were afterwards
sorry she did not belong above and had
stayed there altogether. Time flew by
like dream. For nearly three weeks, the
god OF love seemed to have taken the happy
couple to himself. Never was little edi-
tor so happy. 1t was my love- 'my dove,'
dearest 'sweetest'-rihging in our ears
every moment we could be caught from
business, which was all the time, so much
did we like this novel language and the
fond caresses. Oh that the dream had been
broken off here, and we had been left to
anticipate such joys without an alloy as
part TO be Of our future history But no !.
some evil genius placed it in the head of
our ducky to have pudding for dinner Just
to please her lord. In hungry dream we
sat down to dinner, promising ourself de-
sert of kisses as well as being promised a
desert of pudding. Well the pudding mo-
ment arrived, and huge slice almost OBJ
scured from sight the plate before US.
'My dear said We fondly, "did you
make thsp
'Yes, love; amt it nicer
"Glorlous; the best bread pudding I
ever tasted'
'It's a plum pudding, ducky,' suggested
my wife.
'Oh no, dearest, it's bread pudding all
ways was fond Of 'em.'
'Call that bread pudding' exclaimed
my wife, while her pretty lip slightly curl
ed with contempt.
Certainly, my dear, I reckon T've had
to eat enough at the Sherwood House, to
know bread pudding, 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 ! say this is plum pudding,
SIR and my wife's pretty brow flushed with
excitement.
'Nly dear, my love, my sweety,' exclaim-
ed l, soothingly, 'do not get angry Pm
sure it's very good if it is bread pudding:,'
'And, madam, | say it is bread pudding.'
you mean, low wretch replied my
wife, in high tone, you know it is plum
pudding
Then ma'am, it is so meanly put togeth-
er, and so badly burned, that the old boy,
himself, would not know it. will not be
contradicted in my own house, it is bread
pudding, and the meanest kind at that'
'It is plum pudding?' shreked my wife;
as she hurled glass of claret in my face,
the glass itself tapping the claret from my
nose.
Bread pudding" gasped I, pluck to the
last, and grasping a roast chicken by the
left leg.
plum pudding = rose above the din; as
| had distinct perception Of feeling two
plates smash across my head.
'Bread puddingn 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' resounded The war cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where we had been depositing the first part
OF our dinner, and plate OF beets landed
upon our white vest.
Bread pudding, forevern shouted we in
defiance, dogIng the soup tureen, and in our
agility upsetting the table and falling be-
meath its contents.
plum puddingp yelled our amiabls
spouse, as noticing our misfortune, she de-
termined to keep us down by piling upon
our head the dishes with no gentle hand
Then IN rapid succession followed the war
cries. plum puddingP shrieked she with
every dish, as if to give it emphasis and
force.
Bread pudding in smothered tones came
up from the huge pile in reply. Then il
was plum pudding in rapid succession, the
5 last cry growing teebler, till Just as can
distinctly recoll-ct, it had grown TO whis-
j per; plum pudding resounded like thun-
der, followed by tremendous crash, as my
wife leaped upon the pile with delicate
(; feet and commenced jumping up and down
when, thank heaven, awoke, and thus
saved my life.
We shall never dream on wedding cake
again-that's the moral.
} MARRIAGES OF SOUTHERN WoMEN.-No
Southern woman will marry gentlemen
north OF Mason and DiXon's line, who can
No i,,rri..h hla tnctinnnials of