Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1859-02-10
Editor Dreaming on Wedding Cake


A bachelor editor ont West. who had recev-
ed from the fair hand OF bride a piece of
elegant wedding cake to dream on. thus gives
the result of his experience:
Z" We put it under the head Of our pillow.
and shut our eyes sweetly as an infant blessed
with an easy conscience, and sOon snored pro-
digiousy The god of dreams gently touched
u.s. and presently, in fancy we were married.
Never was little editor so happy. It WAS
my love- dearest sweetest ringing in onr
ears every moment. Oh, that the dream hnd
broken oifherc But no; some evil genius
put it in the head Of oar ducky to have pud-
ding for dinner, just to please her lord.
In hungry dream we sat down to dinner
We'll, the pudding moment arrived and a lingo
slice obscured from sight the plate before us
"My DEAR said we fondIy, did you make
this ?"
Yes, love amt it nice "
Glorous--the best bread pudding ever
tasted in my life rf
" Plum pndding dueky," suggested my wife.
"Oh, no. dearest, bread pudding was
always fond of EN-"
" Call that bread pudding?" said my wife,
while her lips slightly curled with contempt
" Certainly, my dear. Reckon I've had
enough at the Sherwood House to know bread
pudding my love, by all means"
" Husband this is really to bad. Plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread pud-
ding aud is more expensive aud great deal
better | say this is plum pudding sir + and
my pretty witeS brow flushed with excitement.
My love, my sweet my dear love ~ ex-
claimed We soothingIy, do not get angry
am sure its very good, if it is bread pudding"
You mean, low wretch" freely replied my
wife, in higher tone, you know its plum
pudding" r..
Then, mahm, it's so mcanly nttogether,
and so badly burned that the devil himself
wouldn't know it, | tell you, madam, most
distinctly and emphaticaly, and | will not be
contradcted, that it is bread pudding, and the
very meancst kind, at that"
at is plum pudding - shriekcd my wife, as
she hurled a glass of clarct in my face, the
glass itself tapping the claret from my nose
Bread pudding !" grasped we, pluck to tho
last, and, and graSping roasted chicken by
the left leg.
"Plum pudding !" rose above the din, as
had distinct PERCEPTION Of two plates smash
ing across my head.
Bread pudding I! E" we groaned in rage, as
the chicken left our hand, aud flying with swift
wings across the table, landed in madams
bosom.
4" Plum pudding ! " resounded the war cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took Us
where we had deposited the first part of our
dinner, aud plate of beets landed upon our
white vest. ...
Bread pudding forever !" shouted we, in
defiance, lodging the soup tureen, and falling
beneath its contents. ..... .... ...
" Plum pudding !" yelled the amiable spouse
as, noticing our misfortune, she determined to
keep US down by piling on our head the dishes
with no gentle hand. Then, in rapid succession
followed the war-crieS Plum pudding "
she shreked with every dish .... ......-
Bread pudding in smothered tones cana
up from the pile. Then it was Plum pudding
in rapid succession the last cries growing feeh-
Ter and teebler, till, just as can recollect, it
had grown to whisper. " Plum pudding "
resounded like thunder, followed by tremeq-
douS crash, as my wife leaped upon the pile with
her delicate feet, and commenced jumping up
and down, when thank heaven, weawoke, and
thus saved our life We shall never dream on
wedding cake again