Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1850-12-07
Dire aiming on Wedding cake,

| "A bachelor editor out west, who had receiv-
ed from the fair hand o'a bride piece of ele-
giant wedding cake to dream on, thus gives
the result of his experience
We put it under our pillow, shut our eyes
sweety as an infant, and, blessed with an ca
sy conscience, soon snored prodigously. The
god of dreams gently touched us, and 10! in
fancy we were married! Never was a little
editor so happy. 1t was my love- dearest,
sweetest ringing in our ears every moment.
OH that the dream had been broken off here.
But no, some evil genius put it into the head
Of our ducky to have pudding for dinner, Just
10 please her lord. In hungry dream we
sat down to dinner. Well, the pudding mo-
ment arrived, aud huge slice almost obscur-
ed from sight the plate bfore US.
My DEAR said we fondly, did you make
this p
Yes, love-ain't it nice?
'Glorious-the best bread pudding I ever
tasted in my life'
Plum pudding, ducky,' suggested my wife.
% no. dearest bread pudding, l always was
fond of 'em'
Call that bread puddingH exclaimed my
wife, while her pretty lips curled slightly with
contempt.
Certainly, my dear-reckon I've had
enough at the Sherwood House to know
Bread pudding, my love, by all means
Husband, this is really too bad. Plumpud-
ding is twice as hard to make as bread pud-
ding, and is more expensive, and is a great
deal better. 1 say this plum is pudding, sir,
and my pretty wife's brow flushed with ex-
citement.
My love, my sweet, my dear love- exclaim-
ed We soothingly, do not gel angry; Pm sure
it's very good, if it is bread pudding
But, sir, say it amt bread pudding
And madam, l say it is bread pudding
You mean, low wretch fondly replied my
wife, in high tone you know it is plum pud-
ding
'rhen, ma'am, it is so meanly put together,
and so badly burned, that the devil himself
wouldn't know it. tell you, madam, most
distinctly and emphaticaly, and I will not be
contradicted, that it is bread pudding, and the
meanest kind at that
1t is plum pudding!' shrieked my wife as
she hurled glass of claret in my face. the
glass Itself tapping the clarret' from my nose
Bread pudding!' gasped we, pluck TO the
last, and grasping roasted chicken by the left
leg.
Plum puddingE rose above the din, as l
had distinctive perception of feeling two
plates smash across my head.
Bread pudding! we groaned in rage as the
chicken left our hand, and flying with swift
wing across the table, landed in madam's bo-
som.
Plum puddingP resounded the war-cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where we had been depositiug the first part of
our dinner, and plate of beets landed upon
a white vest.
Bread pudding. foreyer!' shouted we in de-
fance, lodging the soup turreen, and falling
beneath its contents
Plum pudding!' yelled the amiable spouse,
as, noticing our misfortune she determined to
keep US down by piling upon our head the
dishes with no gentle hand. Then in rapid
succession followed the war-cries. Plum pud-
ding!' shrieked she with every dish.
Bread pudding!' in smothered tones, came
up from the pile in reply. Then it was plum
pudding in rapid succession, the last cry
growing feebIer, till just as can distinctly rec
ollect, it had grown to whisper. Plum pud-
ding resounded like thunder, followed by a
tremendous crash, as my wife leaped upon the
pile with her DELEGATE feet, and commenced
jumping up and down-when, thank Heaven,
we awoke, and thus saved our life Weshall
never dream on wedding cake again--that's
the moral