The Opelousas patriot. [volume] (Opelousas, Parish of St. Landry, La.) 1855-1863, 1855-09-01
An Editor Dreaming on wedding c.h.

A bachelor editor out West, who had received
from the hands Of bride piece Of elegant
wedding cake to dream on, thus gives the re-
suit of his experiences: We put it under the
head of our pillow shut our eyes sweetly as an
infant, and, blessed with an easy conscience
soon snored prodigiously. The god Of dreams
gently touched u.s. and lol in fancy We were
married! Never was . 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 into the head Of our ducky to have
pudding for dinner, just to please her lord. In
hungry dream we set down to dinner. Well,
the pudding moment arrived, and o huge slice
almost obscurcd from sight the plate before us.
| Ny DEAR said we fondly, did you make
this?'
| Yes, loye-aint it nice2' s4E
| 'Glorious--the best bread pudding I ever
tasted in my lite.' ,3. g,f'8 i5l3
| Plum pudding ducky,' suggested my wife.
| 70, no, dearest bread pudding, Ialways was
fond of it, ~
| Call this bread pudding?' exclaimed my
wife, while her pretty lips curled slightly with
contempt.
Certainly love-reckon I've had enough at
the Sherwood house to know Bread pudding
my love by all means' '74s5F77s
| Husband, this is really too bad--plum pud-
ding is twice as hard to make as bread pud-
ding, and is more expensive md is q great deal
better. say that is plum pudding, SIR and
my pretty wife's brow ilushed,with excitement.
My love, my sweet, my dear love- ex-
claimed we soothingly, do not get angry !; I'm
sure it is very good, if it is bread pudding
4 But sir, I say it amt bread pudding
But my love, Pm sure it must be bread
pudding qIs, e9'l'5S :
! You mean low wretch fiercely replied my
wife. you know it is plum pudding
| Then ma'am, it is so meanly put together,
and SO badly burned, that the devil himself
wouldn't know it.. tell you madam, most dis
j, tinctly and emphatically, and will not be con-
meanest kind at that 4''F.'e = Il: ,5
1t is plum pudding shrieked my wife, as
she hurled glass OF claret in my face, the glass
itself tipping the caret from my nose.
Bread pudding = gasped we pluck to the
last and grasping roasted chicken by the
left leg. @+1.
Plum pudding! rose above the din, as
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
wings across the table landed in lnadame's
bosom. VI
Plum pudding resounded the war cry
from the enemy, rs the gravy dish took us
where we had been depositing the first Of our
{ dinner, and plate Of beets landed upon
white vest . ,s..,l, ,l. 4...,. .,...-.I5gf
Bread pudding, forever' shouted we in
defiance dodgng the soup tuieen 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. i.'' =
Bread pudding in smothered tones came
i up from the pile in reply. Then it was plum
. pudding in rapid succession, the last cry growing
eebler, till just ns can distinctly recoIlect, L
had grown to a whisper. Plum pudding, re.
:. sounded like thunder, followed by tremendous
crash, as my wife leaped upon the pile with her
= delicate feet, and commenced jumping up and
q down-when, thank Heaven, we awoko. and
). thus saved our life We shall never dream on
wedding cake again-that's the moral &