The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1864-01-28
Dreaming on Wedding Cake.

A bachelor editor, out West, who had re-
ceived from the fair hand of bride piece
Of excellent wedding cake to dream Oh,
thus gives the result of his experience:
We put 1t under our pillow, shut our eyes
% sWeetly as an infant blessed with an easy
conscience, and snored prodisiously. The
god of dreams gently touched us. and foi IN
fancy We were married. Never was little
editor so happy. / was my love, my dear
eat, sweetest, ringing in my ears every mo-
msnt. Oh, that the dream had broken of
here. But no! some evil genius put 1t into
the head OF our ucky to have q pudding
for dinner to please our lord.
In an hungry dream we sat down to din
nsr. Well. the pudding moment arrived,
and huge slice almost obscured from our
signs on the plate before us.
My dear, said we, fondly, did you make
tbis2
Yes. my love, amt it nice?
Glorious2 the best bread pudding I ever
tasted in my life.
Plum pudding, ducky. suggested my
wife.
Oh. no. dearest; bread pudding. was
always fond Of 'em.
Call that bread pud1ingl exclaim ed my
wife, while her lips slightly curled with
contempt.
Certainly, my dear; reckon I've had
db Lu0 Oucl"OSO AOuoO W AuOh
bread pudding, my love, by all me ans.
Husband, this is really too bad. Plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread
pudding, and is mere expensive. and is a
great deal better. say this is plum pud-
ding, sir! and my pretty wife's brow flushed
with excitement.
My love, my sweet, my dear love ex-
claimed we, soothingly, do not get angry
e ] am sure it is very good; it is bread pud-
ding.
You mean. low wretch. fercsly replied
my wife, you know it is plum pudding!
Then, madam, it is SO meanly put to-
gether. and so badly burned, that the devil
himself would not know it. 1 tell you -,
madam, m ost distinctly and emphatically,
that is bread pudding and the meanest kind
ct that!
It's plum pudding shrieked my wife, as
she hurled a glass of claret in my face-the
glass itself tapping the claret from my nose.
Bread pudding! gaspsd we pluck to the
last, and grasped a roasted chicken by the
leg.
Plum-pudding! rose above the din, as we
had distinct perception of feeling two
plates smashed across our head.
Bread pudding, we groaned, in a rage, as
the chicken left our hand, and flying with
swift wings across the table, alighted in
madam's bosom.
Plum-pudding! rssounded the warcry
from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
where we had been depositing our dinner,
and plate of beans landed on our white
vest.
Brsad-pudding foreverl shouted we in
defence, dod giug the soup tureen, and fall
Ing beneath its contents
Plum puddingl vociferated the amiable
spause, noticing our misfortune, she deter
mined to keep US down by piling upon our
head the dishes with no gentle hand
Then, in rapid succession, followed the
waI-ories-PIum-pudding! she sErieked
with every dish.
Bread-pudding! in smothered tones,
came up from the pile in reply. Then it
was plum pudding, the lasE cry growing
feebler, till, just as we can distinctly recol-
lect, it had grown to a whisper.
Bread-pudGing! resounded we, like thun
der, followed by a tremendous crash, as nv
wife leaped upon the pile with her delicate
feet, ard commenced jumping up and down,
thank heaven we awoke and thus saved
our life. We shall never dream on we'd
ding cake again-that's the moral.