Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1850-12-19
Whole Number 1873


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Bread Rad1lnE W. tIum EsnffIn.rs--
With the wedding notice in en-
other column we received from the
fair hand Of the bride piecs Of sis-
CANT wedding cake 10 dream on.--
We'll. We put Il under tho head Of
our pillow, shut our eyes sweetIy as
an infant, and, blessed with an sasy
conscience, soon snored prodigouslys
rhe god OF dreams gently touchd d,
and 10! in fancy we were marrjedI--.
Never was a little editor so haouV,
Il was "my love, !" "dearest. y asyssst.
est ringing 10 our ears every mo-
ment. OH that the dream had bean
broken off here. Bot, no, some syil
genius put it into the head OF our
ducky to have pudding for dinner,
just to please her lord. In hungry
dream We sat down to dinner
Well, the pudding moment arrived.
and a huge slice almost obscursS
from sight the plate before Us.
"My DEAR" said we fondly, ~did
you make thisi'' .!Ha ?
"Yess love-ain'it nicer'
"Glorious--lhs best bread rpud-
ding ever tasted in my life." &c
"Piam pudding, ducky." suggss--
ted my wiie."
"Oh, no, dearest, bread bnda;no1-
| always was fond of'em." l'l =
"Call that bread puddingf' ex-
claimed my wife, while he. pretty
lips curled slightly with contempt.
"Certainly, my destruction / had
to eat enough at Sherwood Houss
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 a great deal better,
say this is plum pudding, sir,'' and
ny pretty wile's brow flushed with
excitement.
any love, my sweet. nv dear
ove," exclaimed we soothingly, "do
not get angry; Pm sure IFS very
good, if il is bread pudding"
"But, sir, | say il amt bread pud.
ling" o.
sand. madam. l say It's bread pud.
ling"
you mean, low wretch" fondly
replied my wife, in high tone, "you
know it is plum pudding"
"Tllen, ma'am, it is so nneanly puE
together, and SO badly burned, that
he devil himself wouldn't know II.
tell you, madam, most distinctly
md emphatically, and will not Be-
that II is bread pudding.
md the meanest kind at that"
alt is plum PuddingP' shrieked my
yiler as she hurled a glass Of clafet
n my face, the glass itself "lapping
ne clarei" from my nose.
"Brsad Puddingl" gasped We,
luck to the last, and graspiuR a
osted chicken by the left leg.
"Plum puddingr' rose above the
lin, as ! had a distinctive percep.
ion Of feeling two plates smash
cross my head. A'--l
"Bread puddingr" we groaned IN
age. as the chicken left our hand,
nd flying with swift wing across
he table, landed In madanrs bo.
ON. sai ~
"PIum puddingp resounded the
var cry from the enemy, as the gra-
y dish took Us where we had BEEN
ePositing the first part our din.
er, and plate Of beets landed upon
ur white vest.
"Bread pudding, foreverF' sho1.
ed we, in defiance, dodging the soup
urreen, and falling beneath fls con.
ents. ets .f'4i
"Plum puddingr' yelled the anfa-
le spouse, as noticing our misfor-
unes, she determined to keep rs
own by pilling upon our head the
ishes with no gentle hand. las
Then in rapid succession followed
le war cries. "Plum puddingP'
irieked she with every dish. ~
"Bread puddingp' in smoihsred
,nes, came up from the pile in re-
Iy. Then it was "pIum pudding''
rapid succession, the last cry
rowing feebIer, till just as can dis.
nc,ly recolIect. it had grown TO
whisper. "PIum pudding" re.
'unded like thunder, followed bya
'emendous crash, as my wife leaped
pom the pile with her delicate feet,
I'd commenced jumping up and
thank Heaven, We
woke, and thus saved our Efes
We shall never dream on wedding
Ike again-lhai's the moral.
True BLUE.-A Quebec CORES.
'ndent Of the Boston Ranger, tells
e following story Of Yankee who
IS been call round" at that places
he Yankee approached group OF