The Evansville daily journal., 1850-07-16
Bread Pudding VS.. Plum Pudding.

and blessed with an easy conscience; SOON
snored most prodigeously. The Gcdoi dreams
gently touched US, and 10! in fancy, We were
married Yes, at our side stood fair being,
the bride Of a week, who looked more fit for
heaven than earth, and as the sequel proved,
we were afterwards very sorry she did not |
belong above and had stayed there altcgeth-
er. Time flew by like a dream. For nearly
three weeks, the god of love seemed to have |
taken the happy couple to himself Never
was little Editor SO happy. 1t was "my
love, . my dove, " dearest" :" sweetest"
ringing 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 a hungry dream we
set down to dinner, promising ourself a des-
ert Of kisses as well as being promised des-
ert of pudding. 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-ai'nt it nice "
Glorious-the best bread pudding | ever
tasted in my life. "
"Plun pudding, ducky," " suggested my
wife.
"Oh no, dearest, bread pudding always
was fond of 'em. r"
6 Call that bread pudding !" exclaimed my
wife, while her pretty lip curled slightly with
contempt.
Certainly, my dear-reckon I'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 Il great
deal better. say this is plum pudding sir, y
and my pretty wile's brow flushed with ex-
citement.
"My dear, my love, my sweety," exclaimed
we soothingly, "do not get angry; Pm sure
its very good if it is bread pudding"
"But, sir, say it amt bread pudding y
"And, madam, say it is bread pudding. ,
"You mean, low wretch, " fondly replied
my wife in high tone, ';you knors it is plum
pudding"
Then, nam, it is so meanly put together
and so badly burned, that the devil him
self would not know it. tell you, mad.
} am,most distinctly and enphatcaly and will
} not be contradicted in my own house-it Is
bread pudding, and the meanest kind a.
that"
" 1t is plum pudding !" shreked my wife
: as she hurled a glass of claret in my face
the glass itself " tapping the claret" from my
t nose.
"Bread pudding" gasped we, pluck tc
the last, and grasping a roast chicken by the
: left leg.
D opium pudding!" rose above the din, as
S had distinct perception of feeling two plate.
= smash across my head.
= "Bread pudding !" we groaned in rage, al
the chicken left our hand, and flying will
swift wing across the table, landed in Mad
Y ANS BOSOM
"Plum pudding - resounded the war-cry
e from the enemy, as the gravy dish took Us
= where we had been depositing the first parl
Il our dinner, and plate of beets landed upor
b a white vest.
/, Bread pudding. forever!" shouted W.
: in defiance, dodging the soup turreen, and il
}, our agility upsetting the table and falling be
If meath its contents.
y "Plum pudding!" yelled our amiabl
d spouse, as taking advantage of our misfor
# tune, she determined to keep US down by
it piling upon our head the dishes with no gentl
Y hand.
Then in rapid succession followed tn
war cries. "PIum pudding" shrieked sh
with every dish, as if to give it emphasis an,
force.
n "Bread pudding, in smothered tones cam
! up from the huge pile in reply. Then it wa
| "plum pudding and ''bread pudding" in rap
id succession, the last cry growing feebler, til
just as can distinctly recollect it had grow
. TO whisper, "plum pudding resounded lilt
: thunder followed by tremendous crash a
n my wife leaped upon the pile with her deli
. cate feet and commenced jumping up AM
II down-when thank heaven, we awoke, ant
thus saved our life.
We shall never dream on wedding cak
- again-that's the moral
e - Farmers wishing to supply themselve
h with Harper's invincible hav. straw and cor