The Opelousas patriot. [volume] (Opelousas, Parish of St. Landry, La.) 1855-1863, 1856-10-18
An Editor Dreaming OF HIaraiase.

A bachelor editor out West, who had re-
ceived, from tha fair hand of q bride, a piece Of
Gle AXE to dream Oh, thus gave
the resait OF MS experience:
We pvt it under the head Of our pillow, shut
our eyes sweetly Us an infant, and blessed with
an easy conscience, soon snorea prodigiously.
The God Of dreams gently touched lis, and 10 f!
in fancy we were married. Never was a little
editor SO happy. 1t was my love dearest,
sweetest" ringing in our ears constantly. Oh !.
some evil genius put into the head our ducky'
to have pudding for dinner, just to please her
lord.
In q hungry dream we sat down to dinner.
Well, the pudding moment arrived, and a huge
slice almost obscured from sight the plate be-
fore us.
"My DEAR" said we fondly, "did you make
this?i
"Yes, love, amt it nice?"
"Glorious-the best bread pudding I eyer
tasted in my life"
"Plum pudding, ducky," suggested my wife.
go, no, dearest, bread pudding, l always
was fond Of them"
"Call that bread pudding ?" exclaimed my
wife while her lips curled slightly with con-
tempt.
Certainly, my dear reckon I've had
enough at the Sherwood House to know bread
pudding, my love, by all means" ''s'
"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. ! say this is plum pudding, sir /"
and my pretty wiIe's brow flushed with excite
mant.
MY love, my sweet, my dear love-" ex-
claimed we, soothingly, do not get angry !;
I'm sure its very good if it is bread pudding
"Iou mean low wretch" iercely replied my
wife, in a higher tone, "you know it's plum
pudding"
"Then, ma'am, it is so meanly put togeliher,
and SO badly burned that the, devil Himself
couldn't know it. / tell you, madam, most
distinctly and emphatica'ly, and will not be
contradicted, that it is bread pudding, and the
meanest kind at that"
at is plum pudding" shrieked my wife, as
she hurled u glass of claret in my face, the glass
itself tapping the claret from my nose.
Bread pudding 7" gaped we, pluck to the
last, and grasping a roasted chicken by the
left leg.
"Plum pudding!" rose above the din, as I
mad q distinct perception Of feeling two plates
smashed across my head. ~
" Bread pndding!' we groaned in a rage as
the chicken left our hand, and flying with Wings
across the table, landed in madam's bosom.
"Plum pudding !" resonnded the war-cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where we had deposited the first part of our
dinner, and q plate of beets landed upon our
white vest.
Bread pudding for ever!" shouted we in
defiance, dodging the soup turreen and falling
beneath its contents.
Plum pudding yelled the amiable spouse,
as noticing our misfortune, she determined to
keep US down by piling upon our head the
dishes with no gentle hand. Then in rand
succession followed the war-cries. opium bud.
ding" she shriekcd with every dish.
Bread pudding =" in smothered tones came
up from the pile in reply.
Then it was " plum pudding in rapid sue
c%ession, the last cry growing ieebler, till lust as
| can distinctly r~ecoIlect, it had grown to a
whisper. Plum pudding" resopnded like
thunder, followed by q tremendous crash, rs
my vile 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.