The Van Buren press., 1859-09-14
An Editors Dream.


A bachelor editor. out West, who had
received from the fair hand Of bride, a
piece OF elegant wedding cake to dream on,
thus gives the r,sult Of his remarkable ex-
perience -
We put it under the head OF our pillow.
shut our eyes sweetly as an infant, blessed
with an easy conscience, and soon snorcd
proaigiously.
The god of dreams gently touched us,
and IN fancy We were married Never was
a little editor SO happy. 1t "my love, %
dearest" sweetest ringing in our
ears every moment. Oh, that the dream
had broken of here But no some evil
genius put it into the head of our ducky to
lave pudding for dinner, just to please her
lord
In a hungry dream VIC sa. down to dim
ner. Well, the happy pudding moment
had arrived, and huge slice almost OBJ
scured from sight the plate before us.
"My DEAR said we fondly, 81 did you
make this 90
"Yes, love, don't you think it is very
nice 90
.' Tis the best bread pudding 1 ever tast-
ell in my lifc''
Plum pudding, ducky," suggested my
Wife,
"Oh, NO, my dearest wife, bread pud-
ding. l was always extremely fond of
'em"
"Call that bread pudding ?" asked nv
wife. while her lips slightly curled in con-
tempt. a4-.1
Certainly, my dear-reckon 1 have
had enough at the Sherwood House to
know-bread pudding. my love, by all
means"
'' Husband, this is really too bad; plum
pudding is harder to make than bread pud-
ding, and is more expensive, and great
deal better. This is plum pudding, sir ~
and my pretty wife's brow flushed = ith ex-
citement.
My love. my sweet, my dear love-" ex-
claimed we, soothingly. lido not get angry.
am sure 1t Is very good, if it is bread
pudding"
"You mean wretch" replied nv wife in
a higher tone, " you know it's plum pud-
ding"
Then, ma'am,. its so meanly put to-
gether, and so badly burned that the devil
himself wouldn't know it. / tell you most
distinctly and emphatically, and will not
be contradicted, that it is bread pudding,
and the meanest kind at that"
Sc 1t is plum pudding" rose above the
din, as we had distinct perception of feel
ing two plates smash across our head.
Bread pudding" we groaned in a rage,
as the chicken left our hand, and flying with
extremely swift motion across the table,
landed In madam's BOSOM
" Plum pudding" !" resounded the war-cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where We had been disposing the first part
of our dinner.
Bread pudding, forever !'' shouted we
in defiance, unsuccessfullv dodging the soup
tureen and failing beneath its greasy con-
tents. r-
So Plum pudding!'' yelled the amiable
spouse, as noticing our misfortune she de-
termined to keep us down by piling on our
head the dishes with 10 gentle hand. Then
in rapid succession, followed the war-cry-
Plum pudding" she shrieked with every
dish. -6+ c
:" Bread pudding!'' in smothered tones,
came from the pile, in reply Then it was
opium pudding followed by 6. bread pud-
ding" responses in rapid succession, the
last cries growing feebler, until We Just
distinctly recollect it had grown to whis-
per- "Plum pudding % resounded like
thunder. followed by a tremendous crash as
my wife leaped upon the pile with both
feet, and commenced jumping up and down.
Then, thank Heaven, we awoke, and behold
it was a dream This dream has deter
mined us-we shall never marry.