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CALIFORNIA THEATER. - An audience that filled the lower part of the house last night and packed the gallery full of the true spirit of enthusiasm, greeted "Buffalo Bill" on his appearance in his new play, which is, of course, not materially different from his old play. It is the first attempt to produce the heroic gunpowder drama in a first-class theater in the city, and some little tone of art was given to it by its surroundings and accessories. Nobody needs to be told that Mr. Cody has sufficient opinion of himself, his reputation and his talent, to assume the heroic on his own responsibility, and live and move, himself the exciting exponent of chivalry, of grace, of heroism and indomitable courage. He blanches no more before the haul ton of the first circles in New York society than he does when General Harney's army of supers present their carbines at his manly breast. He is the embodiment of all that is most admirable in a dime novel. The piece, which is named May Cody, affords the usual series of dangers and escapes, deeds of valor on his part and deeds of villainy on the part of his enemies - on this occasion, no less than Brigham Young himself and John D. Lee. Taken as what it pretends to be, it is a good play, and full of excitement. There is less shooting than usual, but we dare say that can be endured. The best part in the support was Felix Morris' Irishman, quite a talented performance, and not in the least coarse or common. Mr. Bock came out mavelously as a Protean artist, showing on "John D. Lee's" part a facility in changing himself that one scarcely credits to the Mountain Meadow massacre Mormon. Mr. Bassett was admirably made up as "Brigham Young." Miss DeForrest was the heroine, and Mrs. Courtaine appeared as "Mrs. Stoughton."