Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1851-05-01
az ut musement.
Dreaming on Wedding Cake.

Dreaming on Wedding Cake.
A bachelor editor out West, who had
received from the fair hands of bride a
piece of rich wedding cake to dream on,
thus gives the result Of his experience:
We put it under the head of our pillow,
shut our eyes svwieecc::!y as an infant, and,
blessed with an easy conciencc, soon
snored prodigiously. The god Of dreams
gently touched us, and 10! in fancy we
were married! Never was little editor
so happy. 1t was "my love" dearest"
sweetest" ringing in our ears every mo-
ment. Oh! that the dream had been
broken off here. But no, some evil geni.
us put it into the head of our ducky to
have plum pudding for dinner, just TO
please her lord. In hungry dream we
sat down to dinner. Well, the pudding
moment arrived, and huge slice almost
obscured from sight the plate before US.
"My DEAR" said we fondly, "did you
make this?'
leS, lOSe-diu ~ llCSs
Glorious-the best bread pudding l
ever tasted in my life"
"Plum pudding, ducky," suggested my
wife.
go no, dearest, bread pudding, al
ways was fond of 'em."
"Call that bread puddingw exclaimed
my wife, while her pretty lips curled
slightly with contempt.
"Certainly, my dear-reckon I've eat
enough at the Sherwood House 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 is a
great deal better. I say this is plum
pudding sir" and my pretty wife's brow
flushed with excitement.
"My love, my sweet, my dear love-
exclaimed we, soothingly, edo not get
angry. I'm sure it's very good, if it is
bread pudding"
"You mean, low wretch" fondly re-
piled my wife, in a high tone, "you know
it is plum pudding"
"Then, madam, it is so meanly put to-
gether and so badly burnt, that the devil
himself wouldn't know it. | tell you,
madam, most distinctly and emphatically,
and will not be contradicted, that it is
bread pudding, and the meanest kind at
that"
eft is plum puddingp shrieked my
wife, as she hurled glass of claret in
my face, the glass itself tapping the
claret' from my nose.
"Bread pudding~ gasped we, pluck
to the last, and grasping roasted chick
on by the left leg.
"Plum pudding~ rose above the din,
as had distinctive perception of feel
ing two plates smash across my head.
Bread pudding!' we groaued in rage,
as the chicken left our hand, and flying
with swift wing across the table, landed
in madam's bosom.
"Plum puddmg~ resounded the war
cry from the enemy, as the gravy dish
took us where we had been depositing
the first part of our dinner, and a plate
of beets landed upon white vest.
Bread pudding, for ever~ shouted we
in defiance, dodging the soup tureen, and
falling beneath its contents.
"Plum puddingY' 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 4" Plum pudding" 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 feeble, till Just as |
can distinctly recollect, it had grown to
a whisper. "Plum pudding" resounded
like thunder, followed by tremendous
crash, as my wife leaped upon the pile
with her delicate feet, and commenced
jumping up and down, when, thank Hea.
ven, we awoke and thus saved our life.
We shall never dream on wedding cake
again-that's the moral.