The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-12-27
M;sccllaneous.


A bachelor editor out West, who had
received from the fair hand of . bride,
. piece OF elegant wedding cake to
dream N, taus gives the result of his
experience -
We pat il under the head Of our pil.
lev, shut our eyes swsetly .. aa infant,
blessed With an easy couscisnss, soon
suored p,sdisiously.
The god OF dreams gently touched us,
and 10 in fascy we we're married -
Never was little editor so happy. II
WAS my love- dssrcst,' sweetest
ringing ~ our ears every mom.nt. Oh!
that The dream bad broke. Of here -
0ut no, some evil genius put it into the
head OF our ducky to have pudding for
dinner, just to please her lord.
Ina hungy dream We sat down to
dinner.
Well, the pudding moment arrived
and slice sl,a,,t obscursd from sight
the place before us
My d"ar,' said W fondly, did you
make this ?.
'Ye', love, sin this nice p
Glorios. --th. best bread pudding I
ever tasted in nv life
Plum pudding, ducky,' suggested
my vile.
%. no, dearest, bread pudding, al
way" Wan fond Of 'sm
Call that bread pudding p -xclsim.
ed my wife while hsr lips curlsd slight.
ly with cuutsnpt.
Certainly, my dear--rsekon I have
bad enough At the Sherwood house tn
know bread pudding, my love, by ali
means
Husband, this is really too bad -
plum pudding is twice as hard to make
a. bread pudding, and is more exp.n-
sl,e, AND is y grsat deal better. say
this 10 plum pudding, sir and my prs,-
y wlfe's brow flashed with excite ~ ent
Ny love, my sweet, my dear love,
exclaimed We soothingly, do not get
angry, I'm sure it's very good, it j.
bread pudding
You mean low wrotoh,' 6ereely re-
spond, d my wife in higher tone, you
know its plum puddng.'
Then, ma am, it's mcanly put togsth-
Or, and so badly burned that the devil
himself wouldn't know it. tell Won,
madam, distinctly and emphatically, aud
| will net be contra iicted, it is bread
pudding, and the meanest kind At that. ,
It's plum pudding shrieked my
wife, As she hurled glass of clarst in
my face, the glass itself tapping the
claret from my nose
Bread pudding' graspsd We, pluck
to tho last, aud gra.ping roasted chick
On BY the LIFT leg.
: Plsm pudding = rose abeve the din,
~ l had distinct perception of feeling
two plates smashed across my head.
Bread pudding! we groaned in ,
rage as the chicken left our band aud
flying with swift wing across the table
landed 10 inadau's bosom.
Pluw pudding = responded the wal
cry trom the enemy, ~ tho gravy dish
took US where We had teen depositinp
the FIRST part Of our dinner, and plate
Of becss laud.,d upon our white vest.
Bread pudding forever!' shouted
We in de6Anc,, lodging the soup tureeu
and falling beneath its contents.
: Plum pudding!' yelled the smiable
spouse, as noticing eur misfortune she
determined to keep US down BY piliug
upon our head the dishes with no gentle
hani. Then in rapid succ .sion tollsv.
cd the war cry Plum pudding" she
shrisksd with every dish.
Bead pu Ia dngr in smothsred tone
come up from tho pill, in reply. Then
itw's plum pudding in rapid sue
cession, the last cry growing feeble, till
just ~ can distinctly rscollect, it had
grown to . whisper. Plum pudding
responded like thunder, followed by q
tremendous crash, ~ my wifa leapea
upon the pile with her delicate feet, and
commsscsd Jumping up and down
when, thank Heaven, We awoks aad
thus saved our life. We shall never
dream on wedding cake agaiu-shat'.
Al