Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1860-05-04
Editor Dreaming on Wedding Cake.

A bachelor editor out West, who had re-
ceiyed from the fair hand Of a bride piece
of elegant wedding cake to dream on, thus
gives the result of his experience:
"We put it under the head Of our pillow,
shut our eyes sweetly as an infant blessed
with an easy conscience, and soon snored
prodigiously. The god Of dreams gently
touched us, and presently in fancy we We're
married. Never was little editor SO happy.
1t was my love- dearest sweetest ring
ing in our ears every moment. Oh that the
dream had broken off herel But no some
evil genius put it into the head of our ducky
to have pudding for dinner just to please her
lord
In hungry dream we sat down to dinner.
Well, the pudding moment arrived and a
huge slice obseured from sight the plate be.
fore us.
MY dear said we fondly, did you make
this I?
Yes, love; amt it niceg'
'Glorious-the best bread pudding ever
tasted in my life.'
Plum pudding, ducky, suggested my wife
oh, fie, dearest bread pudding. I was
always fond of 'em'
Cali 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 too bad--plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread
pudding, and is more expensive and great
deal better. say this is plum pudding sir 7
and my pretty wife's brow flushed with ex-
element
MY love, my sweet, my DEAR exclaimed
we soothingly, do not get angry, I am sure
it's very good, if it is bread pudding.
You mean, low wretch fercely replied
my wife, in high tone, you know it is plum
pudding
Then, ma am, it is so meanly put together,
and so badly burned, that the devil himself
wouldn't know it. I tell you, madam, most
distinctly and emphaticly, and will not be
contradicted, that it is bread pudding-and
the very meanest kind, at that
1t is plum pudding shricked my wife, as
she hurled glass of claret in my face, the
glass itself tapping the claret from my nose.
Bread pudding, gasped we, pluck to the
last, and grasping roasted chicken by the
left leg.
Plum pudding rose above the din, as l
had distinct perception of two plates smash
ing across my head. =.
Bread pudding we groaned in rage, as
the chicken left our hand, and flying with
swift wings across the table, landed in mad
ANS bosom.
Plum pudding 'resounded the war cry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
VIII re we had been depositing the first part of
our dinner, and plate of keets landed on our
white vest.
Bread pudding forever shouted we in
defiance, lodging the soup tureen, and fall
ing 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 7 she shrieked with every dish.
Bread pudding in smothercd tones came
up from the pile. Then it was plum pud-
ding in rapid succession, the last cries grow
ing feebler and feebler-ti, just as can rec
ollect it had grown to a whisper. ...
Plum pudding resounded like thunder,
followed by tremendous crash, as my wife
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" .-.