The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1851-01-02
DREAMING ON WEDDING
CAKE.

The editor Of the Evansville lIa.)
Journal, writes as follfws, on being
presented with q piece ofbridc' cake:
With the wedding notice in ano,h-
er column VIC received from the fair
hand Of the bride, piece Of elegant
wedding cake to dream on. Well,
We put /, under the hRd of our pill
low, shut our eyes swetly as an in.
fant, and, blessed with an easy con.
science, soon snorcd p'odiyicusly. ---
The god Of dreams s'ntly touched
us, and 10 in fancy We kere married.
Never was a little cditr so happy
1t was "my love" "dersst," sweet.
est" ringing is our cps every mo-
ment. Oh. that the dream had been
broken OF here. But 90, some evil
genius out it into the head Of our
ducky to have pudding for dinner,
just to please her lord. In a hungry
dream We sat down to einner. Well,
the pudding moment arrived, and a
huge slice almost obscred from sight
the plate before us.
"My dear" said W, fondly, "did
you make this ?"
! "Ycs, love-ain't itnice -
"Glorious--thc bcs bread pudding
| ever tasted in my lie }"
"Plum pudding, dcky,' suggest
cd my wife.
SO no, dearest, lsad pudding, l
always was fond of 'an."
"Call that bread pudding" ex'
claimed my wife, whir her pretty lip
curled slightly contempt.
Certainly, my der-rcckon Eve
had to eat enough the Sherwood
House to know. Brad pudding, my
love, by all means"
Husband, this is really too bad
Plum pudding is twce as hard tt
make as bread pudding, and is more
expensive, ana graf deal better
say this is plum pudding, sir" ant
my wifc's brow fused with excite
ment.
"My love, my swce, my dear love-
exclaimed we, soothigly, "do not sc
) angry; I'm sure it'svery good, if il
is bread pudding
"But sir, say it amt bread pud
ding"
F., "And, madam, 1.ay it is brea'
y pudding"
"You mean, low wretch" fondl
t replied my wife, ina high tone, ''yo
G know it is plum pudding"
: "Then, ma a'am, i is SO meanly pu
e together. and so hdIy burned, tha
: the devil himself wuldn't know it.
: tell you, madam, rust distinctly an
emrhatically, and will not be COZ
Q tradicted, that it is'read pudding,an
f the meanest kind a that"
;. at is plum puldimg!!" shrieke
It my wife, as she lurled a glass (
= claret in Imy face the glass itsc
e "tapping the clare" from my nose.
i " Bread pudding. gasped VT
o determined to KEEP up our pluck
$ the last, and gras,ing a roasted chicl
s en- by the left leg
"Plum puddin; :" rose above I'll
q din, as | had distinctive perccptic
Of feeling two plaes smash across II
n head.
], "Bread pudding we groaned
n rage, as the chicken left our han
IS and flying with swift wing across Il
table, landed in nadam's bosom.
,; "Plum pudding" resounded Il
II war cry from the enemy, as the gr
" Il w dish took us where we had be,
y y depositins the fist par. Of our di
e e ner, and plate of bcets landed u
q on our white vest.
e "Bread pudding, forever ~ shot
l. ed We in defiance, dodging the so'
n tureen. and falling beneath its co
e tents.
J. "Plum pudding yelled the amj
" bic spouse, as noticing our mlstortun
n she determined to keep us down
e piling upon our heads the dishes wi
. . no gentle hand.
Y Then in rapid succession follow
!: the war cries. plum pudding
d shrieked she with every dish.
d Bread pudding" in smother
d tones, came up from the pile in rcpl
l. Then it was plum pudding in raI
% succession, the last cry growing {,
D.; bier, till just as l can distinctly rec
" lect, it had grown to a whisper,
'' "Plum pudding'iresoundcd Ike thr
der, followed by tremendous era.
I as my wife leaped upon the pile vi
=, her delicate feet, and coramcnc
ID jumping up and down-whcn, tha
.e Heaven, We awoke, aud thss saved O
Of life.
Ie We shall never dream on wcdii
re cake again-that's the moral.
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