Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-12-09
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Dreaming on Wedding Cake.

DftdMiEs 0H " edding Uahc.
The editor of the Evansville Ga
Journal writes as follows on being
with piece of BRIDES ealxei
With the wedding notice, in an.
other column, we re ceived from the
fair hand Of the bride a piece of ele-
CANT wedding cake to dream on
Well, we put it under the lead Of our
pillow, Shut our eyes sweetly as an
infant, and blessed with an easy cent
science, soon snored prodigiously.-
The god of dreams gently touched
US, and 10! in fancy, we were married.
Never was a little editor SO happy
It was my love- dearest sweetest
ringing in our ears every moment
Oh! that the dream had broken off
here. But no; some evil genius. put
it into the head of our ducl1y to have
a pudding for dinner, just 10 please
her lord. Ina hungry dream we sat
down to dinner. Well, the pu dding
moment arrived, and a huge slice al
most obscured from our sight the
plate before US.
My dear SAID we londly, did you
make this?'
Yes, Low -ai pit it nice?'
sGloriou$ the best bread pudding
I ever tasted in my life'
sPlam pudding, duc ky,' suggested
my wife.
10, no, dearest; bread pudding. ]
was always fond Of EN- Ne
Call that bread pudding!' ek.
claimed my wife, while her pretty Ii.
curled slightly v it'll contempt.
sCertainly, my dear; reckon I've
had to eat enou gh at the Sherwood
House toknow. Bread pudding, my
love, by all means
Husband, this is really too bad
Plum pudding is twice as hard t
make as bread pudding, and is more
iexpe nsirH, and great deal better
L say this is plum padding, sir. anc
my pretty wife S brow flushed witt
rex$iJ ome3t.
/ BY love, my sweet; my dear love,
exclaimed We soothing!y, do not Sc
angry; I'lh sure it's cry good if it i
bread pudding
But, sir, L say itain't breadpudding-
'Anh, madam, ! say it is brea'
pudding
/ / oa mean, low wrdtch,' fegdly re
Piled my wife, in a high tone, .yo1
know it is plum pudding
'irhen, ma'am, its nieanly put to
gethcr, and badly burned. | tell yo'
madam, mos distinctly and emphat
ically, and I will not becontradicted
! that it is bread pudding and tn
! meanest kind at that
i 'Itis plum puddingF $hriek ed m,
wife, as She hurled a glass Of clare
in MY face, the glass i tself .tappin:
!. the claret' from nay no Sc.
dread Pudding!' ga sped we, plucl
to the last, and gripping a roas
chicken by the left leg.
Opium pudding!' rose above tn
/ din, las l had a distinct perception G
feeling two plates smash across m.
head
Dread ppddingl' we groaned in gu
rage, as tile chicken left our hand
land, flying with swift wing across tn
table, landed in madam's bosom.
i plum pudding!' rdsounded tn
war-cry from the enemy, as The gray,
dish took US in the couh tenance, ant
. plate Of beets landed upon a W bit
vest.
Bread pudding fore verl' shou te,
I'VE, III defiance, lodging the soup tn
teen, and falling beneath It's conte4 is
/ Plum pudding!' yelled the an fla
Ble spouse, as noticing our misfortune
She determined to keep US down BY
IBiling upon eur head the dishes witt
no gentle hand.
Then in rapid succession followed
the war-ery. Plum pudding!' crlet
she, With every dish.
| Bread puddEngl in smot hered tone;
came up from the pile in reply
Then 1t was plum pudding in rapiC
sue cession, the last cry s growing fee
blef, till, just as can distinctly recol-
l-pt, it hid grown to whisper
p hm pudding resoundel like thun-
der, followed b a trcmend ous crash.
as my wife leaped upon the pile with
her delicate feet, and commenced
jun ping up and down W ben, thank
Heaven, we aBoke, and thus saved
our Life.
We Shall never dream on wedding
cake again-that's the moral.