The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1864-01-20
Dreaming on Wedding Cake,

bachelor editor, out West, who hat
received from the fair hand of bride /,
piece of excellent wedding cake to dream
on, thus give9 the result of his expert
ence: -
We put it under our pillow, shut ou,
eyes, sweetly as an infant blessed with ar
easy conscience, and snoared prodigiously
The god of dreams gently touched us, and
10! in fancy we were married. Never was
"a little editer SO happy. Itwas "my love,
dearest, sweetest" ringing in my ears
every moment. Oh, that the dream had
broken off here. But no! some evil genius
put it into the head of our ducky to have
pudding for dinner to please our lord.
In hungry dream we sat down to din.
ner We'll. the pudding moment arrived
and huge slice almost obscured from oul
sight on the plate before us.
! My dear" said we, fondly, tdid you
make this?''
"Yes, my love, amt it nice?'
"Glorious! the best breadlpudding I ever
tasted in my life"
plum pudding, ducky," suggested my
"Oh, no, dearest; bread pudding.
was always fond of EN-"
"Call that bread pudding!" exclaimed
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 ali means"
Husband, this is really too bad Plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread
pudding, and is more expensive and is q
great ceal better. say this is plum paI-
ding. sir!" and my pretty -wife's brow
flushed with excitement
My love, MY sweet, my dear love" ex-
eisimed we. soothiugly, do not get angry.
| am sure it is very good; it is bread pud-
ding"
',You mean, low wretch fercely re-
piled my wife, you know tits plum 2u4-
ding" .ssoa sat1
Then, Madam, its so mean!y put to-
gether and SO badly burned, that the
devil himself wouldn't know il. l tell
you, madam. most distinctly and emphst-
ieally, that it is bread pudding aud the
meanest kind at that?"
1t Is plum pudding!' shrick ed my wife,
as she hurled IA glass of clares in my face;
the glass itself tapping the olaret from my
nose.
Bread puddinq!" gasped we, pluck to
the last and grasped 4 roasted chicken By
the leg.
Plum pudding' rose above the din,
as we had 4 distinct perception Of feeling
two plates smashed. across our head.
Bread pudding" we groaned, in \
rage, as the chicken left our hand, and,
flying with swift wings across the table,
alis htcd in madam's bosom.
Plum puddlugl" rssounded the war
cry from the enemy, as the gravy dish took
us where he had been depositing our din
ner, and plate of beans landed on our
white vest.
Bread pudding, forever!" shouted we,
in defiance, lodging the soup tureen, and
falling beneath it's contents.
"Plum pudding |" vociforated the
amiable spouse; noticing our misfortune,
she determined to keep us down by pilir 8
upon our head the dishes with no gentle
hand, Then. in rapid succession, followed
the war-cries; plum pudding she
shrieked, with every blow.
.'Breud pudding!" in smothered tones,
came up from the pile in reply. Then it
was 'plumpuddiug'' the last cry growing
feebler, till, just as we can distinctly recol-
lect, it had grown to whisper. ''Bread
pudding!" resounded we, like thunder,
followed By tremendous crash, as my
wife lesped upon the pile with her delicate
feet, and commenced jumping up and
down. Thank Heaven, we asoke, and
thus saved our life We shall never dream
on wedding cake again; that's the
moral.