They threw apples at the man who walked up the rope, and tossed peanuts on the stage when the girl with the foggy dress was going to dance; they called the actors by their names as they came on the stage, audibly criticising their dress and manner, the performers often joining in the conversation--one instant talking heroic poetry to some personage of the scene, and the next inquiring of Jake, in the pit, how he would trade his bull-terrier for a fighting-cock and a pair of pistols. I stayed all night and watched the fun--began to get hungry--audience all tired, and actors asleep on the stage from sheer exhaustion--the noisy policeman was leaning against the orchestra railing fast asleep--the boys had blacked his face with a burnt cork, filled his boots full of peanut-shells, and cut a hole in his hat to put a candle in; those boys who were awake were pulling the boots off the sleepy ones, and putting them into the bass drum through a hole which they had punched with a crutch. On the stage the Emperor was sleeping on his throne, with his mouth open like a fly-trap--the "injured lady" had sunk flat down upon the floor--a robber lay each side--she was using the "villain" as a pillow, and had her feet tangled in the hair of the "Amber Witch," who was sleeping near. I noticed the short-skirted dancing-girl reposing upon a pile of "property" apple-dumplings, and the prompter was stretched on the top of a canvas volcano, with the bell-rope in his hand, and his hair full of resin from the "lightning-box." Had enough theatre for once--went straight home, got a late breakfast, and went to bed just as the clock struck three-quarters past ten. [Illustration: Doesticks in the Lodge of the K. N.'s] XXVII. Mysterious Secrets of the K. N.'s--A Midnight Initiation.--Philander Fooled. Having of late heard a great deal about a mysterious individual known as "Sam," I felt a strong desire to become more intimately acquainted with a person of so much importance. Expressing a desire to that effect one day in presence of a young friend who wore a set of gold stars on the front entrance of his shirt, and had a star breast-pin, with the number 67 on it, he informed me that he knew the residence of the omnipresent Samuel, and that, if I desired, he would put me in the way to gain the like knowledge. I snapped at his offer, and he told me to be at the foot of the Grand street Liberty-pole at 2 o'clock in the morning, singing "Hail Columbia," the "Star Spangled Banner," and "Yankee Doodle," in alternate verses. That I must have a copy of the constitution in my coat pocket, that at intervals I was to sing out "Yankee," and that when an individual replied "Doodle" I was to take him by the arm and go whither he should lead. Bull Dogge accompanied me and we followed our directions to a dot.