The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1855-09-19

looked while the farewell was thus being con
lsummated; for it must not be forgotten that all
/ the French danes are charmed with Prince
Albert, and declare him to be the handsomest
and most courtly cayilier that has visited their
shores for centuries.
0Er The following remarkable dream was
cut from an exchange and handed to us by
young friend for publication. We accede to
the request for the purpose of correcting some
big mistakes in the dream, which have crept
into it from being reprinted about thousand
times The dream was dream of or bach
elor days. We have dreamed on our o1vn we'd
ding cake sines and have never been troubled
with anything else than visions of loyeliness
and gladness, in unrayeling tie dream of life
in its matrimonial form:
Editor Dreaming on Welding Cake.
A bachelor editor out west, who had receiv-
ed from the fair hand Of a bride piece of we'd
ding cake to dream on thus gives the result
of his experience:
] We put it under the head Of our pillow,
shut our eyes sweetly as an infant, and blessed
with an easy conscience, soon snored prodig
iously The god of dreams gently touched
us and 10! in fancy we were married! Never
was 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 ducky to have pudding for dinner,
just to please her lord.
| In hungry dream we sat down to dinner.
| Well the pudding moment arrived, and a huge
lice almost obscured from sight the plate be-
fore us.
MY DEAR" saidwe, fondly, "did you make
this?'
eyes, love- amt it nice?'
'Glorious-the best bread pudding l ever
tasted in my life"
4Plum pudding, ducky,o suggested my
wife.
90 no. dearest, bread pudding. l was al
ways fond of 'emn
iCall that bread pudding?'' exclaimed my
wife, while her lips slightly cuiled with con-
tempt.
Certainly, my dear reckon I've lad
Ienough at the Sherwood House to know bread
pudding, by all means"
Husband-this is really too bad-plum
pudding is twice as hard TO make as bread pud-
Iding, and is more expensive, and is greatdeal
better | say this is plum pudding, sir p and
my pretty wife's brow flushed with excite
ment
my love, my sweet, my ducky doye,' ex-
claimed we sootllingly, do not get angry
Pm sure it's very good, if it IS bread pud-
ding''
.'You mean, low wrcteh,' fercely replied
my wife in higher tcne you know that's
plum pudding
"Then, ma'am, it is so rneanIy put together
and so badly burned, that the devil himself
wouldn't know it. l tell you, madam, most
distinctly and emphatically and | will not be
- Il,
meanest kind at that"
at is plum pudding" exclaimed my wife, as
she hurled glass of claret ia my face, the
glass itself tapping the claret from my nose.
BREAD puddings' gasped we, pluck to the
last, and grasping roasted chicken by the left
leg.
"Plum pudding!' rose above the din, and
had distinct perception of feeling two plates
smash across my head.
"Bread pudding!n we groaned in rage, as
the chicken left our hand, and flying with swift
wing across the table, landed In madap's boz
som.
Opium puddingt' resonnded the war cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where we had been depositing our dinner, and
plate of beets landed upon our white vest.
''Bread pudding forever.' shouted we in de-
fiance, lodging the soup tUreen, and falling be-
meath its contents.
'Plum .pudding'' shrieked my amiable
spouse, as noticing our misfortune, she deter
mined to keep US down by piling upon our
head dishes with no gentle hand. Then in
rapid succession followed the war cries. opium
pudding!" she shrieked with every dish.
"Bread pudding in snothered tones came
up from the pile nreply. Then it was "plum
pudding and Dread pudding in rapid success
sion, the last cry growing feebler, till just as
can distinctly recollect, it had grown to a whls-
per, "Plum pudding.' resounded like thunder,
followed bv a tremendous crash, as my wife
leaped on the pile with her delicate feet, and
Commenced jumping up and down-when,
thank heaven, we awoke, and thus saved our
We shall never dream on wedding cake
again-thafs the moral