Council Bluffs bugle. [volume] (City of Council Bluffs, Iowa) 1853-1857, 1855-11-20

A bachelor editor out West, who had re-
1eived from thsfAis hand q bride piece
1f elegant wedding cake to dream on, thus
rave the result u Ms experience:
We put it under the head OF our pillow,
shut our eyes sEeetly az an infant, and bless
ed with an easy conscience, soon snored pro-
digiously The God Of dreams geusly touch
ed us, and 10! infancy we were married =
Never was little editor so happy. TWAS
smy love- 'dearest,' Sweetest ringing in our
ears constantly. Oh! that the dream had
broken off here. But no, some evil genius
put into the head of our ducky'to have pud-
ding for dinner, just TO please her lord. =
In hungry dream We sat down to dinner
Well, the pudding moment arrived, and q
huge slice Almnst ohscured from sight The
plate before 10. gH @
My dear said we fondly, did you make
this?'
yes, love, amt it nics?'
'Glorious--the best bread pudding | ever
tasted in my his.'
plum pudding, ducky,' suggested my wife.
80, no, dearest, bread pudding. always
sCall that bread pudding?' exclaimed my
wife, while her lips curled slightly with con-
tempt.
tyeftAinly, INV dear; recon I've had enough
|at - Sherwood House to know bread pud-
49, 1aylevc BY ell MEANS
l6s6and---this l. really too hsd--pium
pudding ia twice as hard to make - bread
pudding, and is more expensive, and II q great
deal better. say this is plum pudding. sir?
and my pretty wife's brow flushed with ex-
citemeDt.
My love, my sweet, my dear love- ex-
claimed we, sosthingly, do not get angry ;
I'm sure it's very. good, if it's bread pud-
ding
You mean low wretch fercely 70 piled
my wife, in higher tone, you know It's plum
pudding
'1hen, ma'am. It IL 30 meanly put togeth-
err, ard so badly burned, that the devil him
self wouldn't know it. tell you, madam,
most distinctly and emphatica!ly, and VIII
not be eontradieted, that is bread pudding,
and the meanest kind q that
st u plum pudding shrieked my wife, as
she hurled glass OF ciaret in my face the
glass itself tapping the claret from my nose.
Bread pudding! = gasped We, pluck to fhe
last, and grasplns roasted chcken by the
left lees IL FFgFFsa .
Pls4 Pudding p rose above the Gin, as
had sasdistiuct perception of feeling two
plates smashed across my head.
Bread puddinsp We greaaed il ! rage
as the chicken left our hand, ana flying Win
swift win % across the table. landed in mad.
ANS bosom. sss4,a
plum puldingr resounded the war-cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where Ne had been depositing the first par,
Of oar dinner, and plate of beets landed
upon! our white vest.
Bread padding forever' shouted we in
defiance, dodging the soup tureez and falling
beneath its contents.
plum pudding yelled the amisble spouse
As noticing our misfortune. she determined TO
keep US down by piling upon our head, the
dishes with no gentle hand. Then, in rspid
succession, followed the war-cries. Plum
puddingp she shrieked with every dish.
Bread pudding y in stnoshered tones, came
up from the pile in reply. Then il was plum
pudding in rapid succession, the last cry
growing feebler, Till just as can distinctly
reccolet, il hsd grown to whisper. plum
pudIlnCp resounded like thunder, followed
by tremendous crash, as my wife eaped
upon the pile with her deiicase feet, and com
menced jumping up and down-when, thank
Heaven, We awoke, and thus sayed our life.
We shall never dream on wedding cake again
that tie moral.