The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1856-10-30
DREAMING ON WEDDING CAKE,


a bachelor editor out West, who had re-
ccived, from the fair hand of bride, a
piece of elegant wedding cake, to dream
ON, thus gave the result Of his experience {:
We put it under -. head Of our allow
. shut our eyes swcctly rs an infant, and bles-
sed with an easy conscience, SOON snored
prodigious:y. The God of our dreams
gently touched It's, and 10! in fancy, we
! were married. Never was u little editor so
happy. 1t was "my love, dearest sweetest"
ringing i'll our ears constantly. Oh that
the dream had broken off here. But no,
some evil genius put it in the head of ducky
to have pudding for dinner, just to please
her lord
In hungry dream we sat down to din
ncr. Well, the pudding moment arrived,
and huge slice almost oLscurcJ from sight
the plate before us.
my dear said VIC, fonlly, "iid you
make this ~
Yes, love, amt it nice =
Glorious-ihc best bread pudding I
ever tasted in my life"
"Pum pudding, ducky," suggested my
wife.
80, no dearest. bread pudding. 1 al.
ways WAS fond of 'c,n"
"Ca!! tl.a. bread r:.;!!;agm exclaimed
my wife, while her lips curled slightly with
contempt.
Certainly, my dear: reckon I've had
enough at the Sherwood House, to know
bread pudding my love, by all means"
"lIusband-this is really too bad-plum
pudding is twice us hard to make rs bread
pudding, aal is more expensive, and is
great deal better. l say this is plum pud-
ding. STRIP and my pretty wirv's brow
flushed with excitement.
My love, my dear, my sweet love-" cx-
claimed we, soothingly, "do not get angry {;
Pm sure It's very good if it's bread pud-
ding"
"1ou mean, low WRETCH" ficrccly replied
my wife in higher tone, "you know it's
plum pudding"
Then, ma';'m, it is so meanly put TO-.
gethcr, and SO badly burned, that the devil
himself couldn't know it. tell you madam,
most distinctly and c,nplaticalIy, and will
not he contradcted, that it is bread pud-
ding, and the meanest kind at that"
1t is plum pudding" shricked my wife, RS
! SItn h,,rl.1 oe
glass itself tapping the cIarct from nv
nose.
Bread pudding" gaspcd we, pluck to
tho last, and grasping a roasted chicken by
the left leg.
Plum pudding! !" rose above the din, as
had distinct perception Of feeling two
plates smashed across my head.
BREAD pudding" we groaned in rage
as tho chicken left our hand, and flyinp
with swift wings across the table, landed in
: ma,lan,'s bosom.
"p.um pudding" resounded the war-cry
from the enemy, rs the gravy dish took us
where we had been depositing the first part
Of our dinner, and plate of beets landed
upon our white vest.
Bread pudding forever" shouted we in
defiance, dodging the soup tureen and fall
ing beneath its contents.
"Plum pudding" yelled the amiable
spouse, as noticing our misfortune, deter
mined to keep US down by piIing upon our
head the dishes with nogentle hand. Then,
in rapid succession followed the war.cry.
"Plum pudding!" she shrieked with every
dish.
"Bread puddingp in smothered tones,
came up from the pile i'll reply. 2.
Then it was "plum pudding" in rapid
succession, the last cry growing feebIer, till
just as can distinctly recollect, it had grown
to whisper. "Plum pudding" resounded
like thunder, followed by a Tremendous
crash d my wife leaped upon. the pile Viii
her delicate feet, and commenced jumping
mp and down---whep, thank Hsayss, ws
awoks aud thus saved our life. y;lgga IS!
We shall never dream on wedding oaks
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