The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1864-04-19

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dinlaF Well tie paddlng moment
arrived, abd a huge slice almosi OBJ
seured from our ghl lhe plate before
U.s.
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6lenon -.lbe best bread pudding
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my wie
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! was always fond 90 'em
Call !. bIead pudding exclaimed
.'ny aife, While her lips slightly curled
with contempt
Certainly, my dear recken I've
had enough Is ii,e Sherwood house to
kHoa bread pudding, my love by all
means
Husbard, this Is really TOO bad.
Plum pudding il twice rs hard to
makt as bread pudding, and more
expensive. and is grea deal b tier.
sat lii, IS plum pudding, sir and
ms preuy uaes broa flushed with
excitement
My love, ny sweet. my dear love
exclaimed We sootbingly, do not get
angry am sure il is yeiy good it
is bread pudding.
You mean, low wretch I fivrcely
replied my vie, you know il IS plum
pudding n
Then ma'am, its so meanly put
together, and 80 badly burned, that
the devil himself would not know it.
| tell you, madam, most distinctly,
aud enphaiically, that it is bread pud-
ding, aud the meane.t kind at thai Z 4
II is plum pudding shrieked my
wife, as she buried glass Of claret ia
my face--ihe glass itself tapping the
claret from my nose.
Bread puddingl easped we, pluck
10 The last, ana grasped a roasted
chicken by the leg.
Plum pudding rose above the
din, a we had distinct perception OF
feeling Two plates smashed across our
nose.
Bread pudding we groaned
IN rage, as The chicken left our
hand, aud flying with swift wings
across the table, alighted in madam's
bosom.
Plum pudding, resounded to war,
cry from the enemy, as the gravy
dish took Us where we had been de-
posted our dinner, aud a plate of
beans landed on our white vest.
Bread pudding, forever, shouted
we 10 defiance, lodging The soup tu-
reen, and falling beneath IFS contents.
Plum puddng, vocierated the
amia6le spouse noticing our misior-
tune, she determined to keep us down
by piling upon our bead the dishes
with no gentle hand. Then in rapid
succession followed tile var cries
PLUM pudding she shrieked, with
every dish.
Bread pudding' in smothered
tones came up from the pile in reply.
Then it was plum pudding, the last
cry growing teebler, III, just "a we
can distinctly recolleet, il had grown
10 a whisper. BREAD pudding re-
sounded we, like thunder, followed by
Tremendous cra-l, as my wife leap
ed upon the pile with her delicate
feet, and commenced jumping up aud
dowa. when. thaiik heaven, we awoke,
and thus saved our life We shall
never dream on wedding cake again
that's the moral.