The weekly Columbian. [volume] (Columbia, Tuolumne Co., Cal.) 1856-1???, 1856-11-08
G!ippinss.


A bachelor editor out West, who had received
from the fair hand of a bride, a piece of elegant
wedding cake to dream On, thus gave the result
of his experience
ave put it under the head of our pillow, shut
our eyes sweetly as an infant, and blessed with
an easy conscience, soon snoored prodigiously.
The god of dreams gently touched liz. and 10!
in fancy we were married. Never was little
editor so happy. 1t was my love. dearest.
sweetest ringing in our ears constantly. Oh!
that the dream had broken off here. But no,
some evil genius put it into the head Of our
ducky to have pubbing for dinner just to please
her lord.
Well, the pudding moment arrived. and huge
slice almost obscured the sight OF the plate be
fore Us.
Ny DEAR said we, fondly, did you make
this p
Yes, love amt it NIECE
'Glorious-the best bread pudding l ever
tasted in my life
Plum pudding, ducky,' suggested my wife.
'Oh no, dearest, bread pudding. / always
was found of en-
Call that bread puddng?' exclaimed my
wife. while her lips curled slightly with con-
tempt.
Certainly my dear; recon I've had enough
at the Sherwood House to know brea pubbng,
my love, by all means
Husband, this is really too bad. plum pudding
is twice as hard to make as bread pudding. and
ismore expensive. and is q great deal better. |
say this is plum pudding, sirn aid my pretty
wife's brow flashed with excitement
Ny love. my sweet, my dear love- exclaim-
cd we, soothingly. do not get angry; I'm sure
it's very good if it's bread pudding"
You mean, low wretch liercely replied ny
wife, in higher tone, you know it's plum pud-
ding
Then. ma am, it is SO meauly put together.
and so badly burned, that the devil himself
couldn't know it. tell you. madam most dis
tnctly and emphatcaliy. and will not be cox
tradicted, that is bread pudding, ard the mean
est kind at that
1t is plum pubbng.' shrieked my wife. as she
hurled glas. Of claret in my face. the glass it.
self tapping the claret from my nose.
Bread pubbing' gasped VIC. pluck to the
last and grasping a roasted chichen by the LETT
leg.
Plum puddingr rose above the din as had
distinct perception of feeling two plates
smashed across my head.
Bread pudding We groaned in a rage as the
chicken left our hands, and flying with swift
wings across the table, landed in nladarns bo-
som.
Plum pudding.' resounded The war cry from
the enemy. as the gravy dish took us where we
had been deposting the first part Of our dinner
and plate of bcess landed upon our white
vest.
Bread pudding forever shouted we in def
ance, lodging the soup tureen, and falling be-
meath its contents
Plum pudding.' yelled the amiable spouse.
as noticing our misfortune, size determined to
keep Us down by piling upon our head, ibe
dishes with 10 gentle hand. Then in rapid
succession, followed the war-cries. 'Plum pud-
ding! she shrieked, with every dish.
Bread puddingI' in smothered tones, came
up from the pile in reply.
Then it was plum pudding in rapid success
sion, the last cry growing feebler, till, just as
can distinctly recollect, it had grown to whis-
per- plum pudding resounded like thunder
followed by tremendous crash, as my wife
leaped upon the pile with her delicate feet. and
commenced jumping up and down-when. thank
heaven. we awoke, and thus saved our life.
We shall never dream on wedding cake again
that's the moral.