Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1859-02-16
AN EDITORIAL DREAM ON WEDDING

bachelor editor out West, who had received
frUm the far hand of a bride piece of elegant
wedding cake to dream on, thus gives the re-
suit OF his experience
I'VE put it under the head Of our pillow.
shut our eyes sweetly as an infant blessed
with an easy conscience, and soon snored pro-
diS'orsiy. The god of dream gently touched
US, and presently in fancy we were married.
never was little editor 30 happy. 1t was
my love, " "dearest, - sweetest. ringing in
our ears every moment. Oh, that the dream
had broken of here, But no. some evil peuius
put II into the head of our ducky to have pud-
ding for dinner, just to please her lord
I'm hungry dream We sat down to dinner.
Well, the pudding moment arrived and a huge
slice obScured from sight the plate before US
this p
'''Yes, love; amt il nice p
'Glorious-the best bread pudding ever
tasted in my life
Plum pudding, ducky, suggested my wife.
'uh, no, dearest, bread pudding. 1 was al
ways fond of en-
Call that bread pudding? 2 said my wife.
while her lips slightly curIed with contempt
CertaInIy, my dear--reckOn Two had
enough at the Sherwood House TO know bread
pudding, my love, by all means
Husband. this is really too bad-plum
pudding Is twice as hard to make as bread
padding, and is more expensive, and great
deal better. say this is plum pudding cir -
and my pretty wifs's brow flushed with ex
citement
My love, my sweet, my dear love- ex-
claimed We, sOcthingly, do not get angry, L
am sure it's very good, but it is bread pud-
ding
"'You mean, low wretch, fercely replied
my wife IN a higher tone, you know it's plum
pudding
Then, ma am, it is 50 meanly put together
and so badly burned that the devil kimself
wouldn't know it. l tell you, madam, o It
distinctly and emphatically, and will not be
contradicicd, that it is bread pudding-ard
the very meanest kind, at that
1t is plum pudding shreked my wife.
a. She hurled glass OF ciaret in my face, the
glass itself tapping the claret from my nose
Bread pudding" saSPed we, pluck to the
lass, and grsSPing roasted chicken By the
left leg.
80 Plum pudding - rose above the din. as We
had dEiinct perception Of two plates smash
ing across our head.
'''B Bread pudding we groaned in a rage, a,
the chicken left our hand, and flying with
s"lft wings across the table, landed In mad
ans bosom.
- Plum pudding resoundcd the war cry
from the enemy, IS the gravy dish took me
where we had been dcpoSiting The first part of
cur dinner, aud plate OF boets landed upon
our white vest
80 Bread pudding forever" shouted we in
defiance, lodging tho soup tureen, and falling
beneath its cOntOnts.
Plum pudding" yelled the amiabIe
spouse, as noticing our misfortune, she determ-
lned to keep Us down by piliDg on our head the
dishes with no gentle hand. Then, in rapid
succession, followed the war cries. Plum pud
ding she shrieked with every dish.
- Bread pudding in smothercd tones.
came up from the pile. Then it was Plum
pudding, in rapid succession, the last cries
growing teebleF aud ieeber-tilI, Just as can
recol!ect, 1t had grown to a whisper Plum
pudding rsSouuted like thunder, followed by
u tremendous crash, as our wife Ieaped upon
me pie with her delicate feet, and commenced
jumping up and down-when, thank Heaven,
We a~okc-and thus saved our life. We shall
never dream on wedding cake again