New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1856-10-02
An Editor Dreaming OF Marriage.

A bachelor editor out West, who had received,
from the fair hand of bride, piece of elegant wed
ding cake to dream on, thus gave the result of his
experience:
We put it under the head of our pillow shut our
eyes sweety as an infant and blessed with an easy
conscience, soon snored prodigiously. The God of
dreams gently touched u.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 into the head of our
dacky to have pudding for dinner, just to please her
lord.
In hungry dream We sat down to dinner. Well,
the pudding moment arrived, and huge slice almost
obscured from sight the plate before US.
Ny dear" said we fondy, did you make this ?"
Yes, love, amt it nice p
"GloriOus-the best bread pudding ever tasted in
my life
Plum pudding dueky" suggested my wife.
80, no. dearest, bread pudding. l always was fond
of EN-
call that bread pudding o exclaimed nv wife.
while her lips cured slightly with contempt.
Certainly, my dear reckon I've had enough at
the Sherwood House to know bread pudding, my
love. by all meansH
twice as hard to make as bread pudding and is more
expensive, and is great deal better say this is
plum pudding, srH and my pretty wifc's brow
flushed with excitement.
"My love. my sweet, my dear love- exclaimed we
soothngly, do not get angry; I'm sure it's very
good if it is bread pudding
'' You mean, low wretch" fiercely replied my wife,
in higher tone, lyon know it's plum pudding
Ihen ma'an, it is so meanly put together, and SO
badly burned that the devil himself couldn't know it,
tell You madam, most distinctly and emphatcally,
and will not be contracted that it is bread pudding,
and the mcanest kind at that
1t is plum padding" shrieked my wife, as she
hurled glass Of claret in my face, the glass itself
tapping the claret from my nose.
Bread pudding" gasped we, pluck to the last
and graspng Il roasted chicken by the left Leg
" p!nm puddingH rose above the din, as | had q
distinct perception of feeling two plates smashed
across my head.
. Bread puddingr' we groaned in a rage as the
chicken lett our hand, and flying with swift wings
| across the table, landed in madam's BOSOM
Plum pudding y resOunded the war-cly from the
enemy, as the gravy dish took where We had de-
posted the first part OF our dinner, and plate Of
beet5 landed upon our white vest.
" Bread pudding forcyer!" shouted we in defiance.
dod@ng the soup tureen and falling beneath its con-
| tents
| g Plum puddngr yelled the amiable spouse, as
noticing our misfortune, she determined to keep us
down by pilinS upon our head the dishes with no
gentle hand. Then in rapid succession followed the
war cries. Plum pudding !" she shrekcd with every
| dish.
" Dread puddngr' in smothered tones came up
from the pile in reply.
Then it was plum pudding in rapid succession, the
last cry growing ceber, till just as | distinctly
reCoi!cct, it had grown to a whisper. "PiHm pud-
ding resounded like thunder, followed by tremen
doHs crash, as my wife leaped upon the pile with heI
delicate feet and commenced jumping up and down.
when, thank heaven we awoke, and thus saved oul
life
We shall never dream on wedding cake again
that's the moral.