Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1855-10-10

..ss1| t1,t< a.alxs 81 "a IA Tag Cake.
Be h.chelos sdi,os oni. xrsi, Who had re-
eeisrd I. O. ~ fair tafd "a is,dc = pi. ce
81 slera,.f = esisi;ng cake 81 dream on, thus
ciiss ths result Of his cxnefirncr
we nut it und the head Of our How,
stu, oar res sxectlv a. an infant, bless
. "a with an easy eon>citn nee, We soon snorsd
pya,iicinasy. Thr god of dreams gsntiy
touched Us, and 10! in fancy we we're mar
riad Never vas little editor SO happy
! Ii vas smy love- dearest sweetest, ring.
ing in our ears ever nom Mt. Oh that
,he dream had broken e here. But no,
some evil genius put it into the head IT our
ducky 10 have pudding for dinner, just to
pirasr her lord.
/ In = hungry dream we sat DOWN to dinner.
| Well The pudding moment arrived, aud
/ huge size almost Obscured from SIGHT The
! pia before u.
.ssly deaF.'' said We, fondty, "dia you
make this?' z4 <s'
..Yes, love, amt it nice ?"
| ssG!or GUS the best bread pudding lever
ta,sei in my l,f"." -
..Plum pudding, ducky," suggested my
wife.
~ $50. no, dear st, bread pudding. | all
] ways was fond of 'em."
/ ssCali ,hat bread pu ding" exclaimed my
/ wife, while ser lips slightly eurled with con-
! tempt.
] ssCertainly, my .dear--reckon Eve had
| enough ut the Sherw .od House to know
bread pu.ld ng by all means" = s
/ .sHusband, this is really too had--plum
pu iding is twice as hard to make as bread
| pudding, is more expensive and great deal
| better. say this is plum pudding, sir y
and my pretty wife's brow flushed with *
| citement.
envy love, nv sweet, my dear love-" ex.
claimed we, soothingly, lido not get angry,
am sure it is very good, if 1t is bread
| pudding
sYon mean, low wretch fiercely replied
my wife, in a higher tone, s'you know it's
plum pudding
.srhen, ma am, it is so meanly put togeth-
/ er, and so badly burned, that the devil him
self wouldn't know it. tell you madam,
most distinctly and emphat ically, and will
not be contradcted, that it is bread pudding,
t-and the mcanest kind at that" la
cit is plnm pudding," shrieked my wife,
MS she hurled glass @: claret IN my face,
the glass itself tapping the claret from my
nose. yes s- -z
| "Bread pudding" gasred we, pluck to
/ the last, and graspcd ronst chicken 10y the
left leg. +s& 49, :.
/ s:plum pudding!' rose above the din. as |
had distinct perception Of feeling two lates
smash across my brad.
ssBread pu id,ng," we groaned in rage MS
the chicken left cur hand, and flying with
swift wing across the table, landed in mad
ANS bosom.
"Plum puddngp' resoundcd the war cry
from the enemy, and the gravy dish took us
where we had been depositing the first part
of our dinner, and plate of bcets landed
upnn our white vest. s-.-y5
ssBread pudding, fnrever!" shouted we in
I defiance, d dying the soup tureen, ard fall
ing beneath it's contents. -saFae..-.-
''Plum pudaing!" yelled the amiable
spouse, as noticing our III ,sforrune, SIT" de-
termlnrd to keep US down hy pi'ine upon our
head The dish, with no gentle hand. LII II
in rapid succession followed the WIZ cries.
"Pium pudding!' shr eked she with every
dish. @e-5->f ~ '' t-~-
s'Brcad pud1ne!'' in smother d tones,
came up from the pile 10 reply. Thin it
was ''rlum pudiing.' in rapid succession,
til" last cry growing feebler, till ju I as |
can distinctly rreollect, it had grown to Il
whisper. "Plum ru ldng' rcsound,d Ike
thunder, follow by tremendous crash, as
my wife leaped upon the pile with her deli
cate feet, and comm need Jumping up and
down when, thank Heaven, We auoke, and
| thus saved our life. We shall h.ver dream
CT, wedding CAKE again-,hat's the moral.