As to their achievements, it appeared by the evidence of sundry theatrical prompters, scene-shifters, firemen, constables, and deputy-constables, that they entered the theatre arm in arm, with each a flaming cigar in his mouth. That they had no sooner got within the pit than they began to shout lustily for the music. That the music not answering to their shouts the schoolmaster rushed gallantly forward over the heads of the more un-Corinthian part of the audience--to the infinite detriment of sundry Leghorn and other bonnets--and clearing the barrier of the orchestra, at one audacious leap he dashed into the regions beneath the stage in search of the musicians. That he was thence expelled by the united efforts of supernumeraries attached to the concern; and that, as the said supernumeraries of the concern attempted to get him back over the barrier of the orchestra, the sheriff's-officer and the apothecary scrambled forward to his assistance, and prevented his being so put back with all their might. That a general fight ensued--that many people left the theatre in dismay--that others who were entering refused to complete their _entrée_--that at length the riotous _trio_ were got over by dint of numbers--that they were carried to this office--and that the manager was positively determined to prosecute! To all this the schoolmaster was the only one of the three who could say anything in reply; but then he was a host in himself. He, as in duty bound by the nature of his calling, was the "_Logic_" of the "_spree_;" but unfortunately his logical powers were mystified with old port and beating, and he could make little or nothing of it. He began his defence with three distinct emissions of the fumes of the old Port above-mentioned, and then told the magistrate how they were all three Devonshire men, and old friends, who had met for an evening's pleasure, after a long and tedious separation--how the apothecary had never been in London in all his life before, and had been let into a secret by that night's adventure--how he himself had taken his tea before he set out from Greenwich to meet the apothecary--how the apothecary dined, and how he did not--how they met with the sheriff's-officer--how they got drunk at the Shades at London Bridge, at the expense of the apothecary--how they got more drunk in Fleet-street, at the expense of himself (the schoolmaster)--and how they got drunk in the superlative degree, "somewhere hereabouts"--how somebody gave them orders for the Olympic--how they went there, and found the pit as silent as the grave--how they called for music, and no music came--how the schoolmaster dashed into the _cellar_ in search of the _fiddlers_, but couldn't find any--how the folks felt themselves offended at his interference--how a devil of a row ensued--how he might have escaped, but scorned to do so--how they were finally captured--and how they were vastly sorry for all of it.