The western Democrat. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1852-1870, 1856-10-28
DREAMING OF MARRIAGE.


ceived, from the fair hand of a bride, a
piece of elegant wedding cake to dream on,
thus gave the result of his experience:
We put it under tho head of our pillow,
! shut our eyes sweetly as infant, and,
! blessed with an easy conscience, soon snOr-
ed prodigiously. The God of dreams gent
! ly touched us, and 10 in fancy we were
married. Never was little editor so hap
py. 1t was my love, dearest, sweetest"
ringing in our ears constantly. Oh that
| the dream had broken off here. Bat no,
some evil genius put into the head of our
duckey to have pudding for dinner, just to
| please her lord.
In a hungry dream We sat down to din
ner. Well, the pudding moment arrived,
and huge slice almost obscured from sight
the plate before us.
My DEAR" said we fondly, 'did you
make this :"
"Yes, love, amt it nice -
''Glorious-the best bread pudding 1 ovnr
tasted in my life"
"Plum pudding, ducky," suggested my
wife.
"Oh, no, dearest bread pudding, l al
ways was fond of en-
''Call that bread pudding!" exclaimed
my wife, while her lips curled slightly with
contempt.
"CcrtainIy, my dear; reckon I've had
enough at the Sherwood House to know
bread pudding, my love, by all means"
"Husband-this is really too bad plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread
pudding, and is more expensive, and is
great deal better. l say this is plum pud-
ding, sr!' and my pretty wife's brow flush
cd with excitement.
"My love, my sweet, dear love-" ex-
claimed we, soothing, "dO not get angry;
I'm sure it's very good if it is bread pud-
ding"
'You mean, low wretch" freely replied
my wife, in higher tone, "you know it's
plum pudding"
Then, madam, it is so meanly put to-
gcthcr and so badly burned that tho devil
himself couldn't know it, l tell you. mad
am, most distinctly and cmphatically, and
will not be contradictcd, that it is bread
pudding, and the meanest kind ut that"
1t is plum pudding shricked my wife,
as she hurled glass of claret in my face,
the glass itself tapping the clarct from my
nose.
Bread pudding !" gasped we, pluck to
the last, and grasping n roated chicken by
the left leg.
'Plum pudding - rose above the din, as
l had distinct perception of feeling two
plates smashed across my head.
Bread pudding !" we groaned in a rage
as the chicken left our hand, and flying with
swift wings across the table, landed in mad
ANS bosom.
plum pudding" resoundod the war-cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took US
where we had disposed the first part of our
dinner, and a plate Of bects landed upon
our white vest.
Bread pudding forover!" shouted we in
defiance, lodging the soap turrcen and fall
ing beneath it's contents.
plum pudding !" yelled the amablo
spouse, as noticing our misfortune, she de-
tormined to keep US down by piiing upon
our head the dishes with no gentle hand
Then in rapid succession followed the war
cries. 'Plum pudding :" she shricked with
every dish.
Bread pudding" ~ in smothered tones
came up from the pile in reply.
Then it was 'plum pudding" in rapid
succession, the last cry growing fcebler, till
just as l can discinctly recollect, it had
grown to a whisper. "Plum pudding" re-
sounded like thunder, followed by a tremen-
dous crash as my wife leaped upon tho
pile with her delicate feet, and commenced
Jumping up and down-when, thank hca-
ven. We woke, and thus saved our life.
We shall never dream on wedding cake
again--that's the moral.