The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1859-03-02
An Editor Dreaming on Wed
ding Cake.

! A bachelor editor out west, W o had
received from the fair hand of a bride s
4 piece of wedding cake to dream on
thus gives the result of his experience:
We put it un Ter our pillow, shut III
eyes sweetly as an infant, blessed with al
easy conscience, aud soon sn'red prodig
ously. The god of dreams gently touch
ed us, and presently in fancy we were
married. Never was little editor st
happy. 1t was my love" dearest
Sweetest" singing in our ears every mo,
ment Oh. that the dream had broken
of, here! But no-some EVIL genius put
it into The head of our ducky to have pud-
ding for dinner, just to please her lord.
In a hungry dream we sat down to
dinner. We'll the pudding moment ar
rived, and a huge slice obslured from
sight the plate before us.
"My DEAR" said we, fondly, "did you
make this"
eyes, love; ain'tit nice?"
'Glorious--the best bread pudding ev-
er tasted in my life."
"Plum pudding ducky," suggested my
wife.
"Ob, no, dearest, bread pudding. l
was always fond Of EN-"
''CaIl that bread pudding" said my
wife, while her lips slightly curled with
contempt.
Certainly, my dear-reckon Pve had
enough at the Sherwood House to know
bread pudding, my love, by all means.
Husband. his is really too bad, plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread
pudding aud is much more expensive and
great deal ct err. I say this is plum
pudding, sir!' and my pretty wlfe's brow
flushed with excitement
'My love, my sweet, my dear love ex-
claimed we soothngly, ''do not get angry
i am sure it's very good if it is bread
pudding"
'You mean, low wretch" fiercely re-
Piled my wife, in a higher tone, ''you know
it's plum pudding.'
"Then, ma am it is so meany put to-
gether, and so badly burned, that the dew
il himself wouldn't know it. tell you,
madam, most distinctly and emphaticaly
and I will not be contraiicted, that it is
bread pudding-and the very m al est
kind ut that"
ats plum puddii g. shrieked my
wife, as she hurled a glass Of claret in my
face, the glass itself tapping the claret
from my nose. H
'Bread pudding" grasped we, pluck to
the last, and grasped roasted chicken
by the left leg.
opium pudding" arose above the din.
as had distinct perception Of two plates
smashing acres my head.
'.Brea! pulding3 we groaaed IN rage,
IS the chicken let our hand. aud flying
with swift wings across the table, laaded
| IN madaln's bosom.
"PIum pudding" resounded the war
cry from the enemy, as The gravy dish
took us whera we hal been depositing the
first part OF our dnn.r. and a plate Of
beets landed on our h te vts..
''Br al pudding forever!' shouted we
in defiance, lodging the soup tareen. and
falling beneath its contents.
"Pium puddingw yelled the aniable
spouse, as, noticing our nisfoftunr, she
determined to keep Us down by ping on
our head the dishes, with NJ gentle hand.
Then, in rapid succession. to.owed the
war cries. 'PIam pudding!' she sbrlek-
ed W tn every dish.
.'Bread pudding,,' in smothered tones
came up from the pile. Then it was only
'.pllm pudding, /" in rapid succession, the
last cries growing feebler and feebler -
till Just as | can recollect, it had or wn to
whisper "Plun pudding" resounded
like n4er, followed by a trem ndous
crash as my wife tapped on the pile with
| her delicate feet, and commenced jump
ing up and doyn-wAen, thank heaven,
we lawoke, and thus saved our lives. We
shall never dream on wedding cake again.
Confound the bachelois!