JONATHAN. At the play! why, did you think I went to the devil's drawing-room? JENNY. The devil's drawing-room! JONATHAN. Yes; why an't cards and dice the devil's device, and the play-house the shop where the devil hangs out the vanities of the world upon the tenter-hooks of temptation. I believe you have not heard how they were acting the old boy one night, and the wicked one came among them sure enough, and went right off in a storm, and carried one quarter of the play-house with him. Oh! no, no, no! you won't catch me at a play-house, I warrant you. JENNY. Well, Mr. Jonathan, though I don't scruple your veracity, I have some reasons for believing you were there; pray, where were you about six o'clock? JONATHAN. Why, I went to see one Mr. Morrison, the _hocus-pocus_ man; they said as how he could eat a case knife. JENNY. Well, and how did you find the place? JONATHAN. As I was going about here and there, to and again, to find it, I saw a great crowd of folks going into a long entry that had lantherns over the door; so I asked a man whether that was not the place where they played _hocus-pocus_? He was a very civil, kind man, though he did speak like the Hessians; he lifted up his eyes and said, "They play _hocus-pocus_ tricks enough there, Got knows, mine friend." JENNY. Well-- JONATHAN. So I went right in, and they shewed me away, clean up to the garret, just like meeting-house gallery. And so I saw a power of topping folks, all sitting round in little cabins, "just like father's corn-cribs;" and then there was such a squeaking with the fiddles, and such a tarnal blaze with the lights, my head was near turned. At last the people that sat near me set up such a hissing--hiss--like so many mad cats; and then they went thump, thump, thump, just like our Peleg threshing wheat and stampt away, just like the nation; and called out for one Mr. Langolee,--I suppose he helps act[s] the tricks. JENNY. Well, and what did you do all this time? JONATHAN. Gor, I--I liked the fun, and so I thumpt away, and hiss'd as lustily as the best of 'em. One sailor-looking man that sat by me, seeing me stamp, and knowing I was a cute fellow, because I could make a roaring noise, clapt me on the shoulder and said, "You are a d----d hearty cock, smite my timbers!" I told him so I was, but I thought he need not swear so, and make use of such naughty words. JESSAMY. The savage!--Well, and did you see the man with his tricks? JONATHAN. Why, I vow, as I was looking out for him, they lifted up a great green cloth and let us look right into the next neighbour's house. Have you a good many houses in New-York made so in that 'ere way? JENNY. Not many; but did you see the family? JONATHAN. Yes, swamp it; I see'd the family. JENNY. Well, and how did you like them? JONATHAN. Why, I vow they were pretty much like other families;--there was a poor, good-natured curse of a husband, and a sad rantipole of a wife. JENNY. But did you see no other folks?