tall gentleman, went
to show that he had offended against the laws, by disturbing the rest
and quiet of an unappreciative neighborhood, by bawling forth at
midnight most unmelodious yells, which, when he was apprehended, he
assured the officer were capital imitations of Sontag, Grisi, and
Grisi's new baby. When arrested the individual was in a plebeian state
of drunkenness--not so much so but that he could sing, as he called it,
and could talk after an original fashion of his own. His ideas were
slightly confused; he informed the officer that he had been to hear
Louisa Crown sing the Pyne Diamonds, and that he met a friend who took
him to a billiard shop to see a clam race; that he and his friend bet
the whisky on the result; that he drunk for both, and that they had
passed the remainder of the evening in a 'magnorious manner,' singing
'Storm Columbus,' 'Yankee Boodles,' and the 'Scar Strangled Bladder.'

"The officer had taken him to the lock-up, where he had finished the
night singing 'Good Old Daniel,' whistling the 'Prima Donna Waltz,' and
playing an imaginary piano-solo on the floor, in which attempt he had
worn off some of his finger-nails. When he was before the court he had
not yet recovered his normal condition. He was still musically
obstinate, and refused to answer any questions of the Judge, or make any
remarks, except in scraps of songs, which he sang in a low voice, mixing
up the tunes in a most perplexing manner. Being possessed of an
excellent memory, and having a large assortment of melodies at his
command, his answers were sometimes more amusing than relevant. The
Judge proceeded to interrogate him somewhat as follows:

"_Judge._--What is your name, sir?

"_Prisoner._--'My name is Robert Kidd, as I sailed'--

"_Indignant Officer._--He lies, your honor. Last night he said his name
was Blobb.

"_Judge._--Where do you live?

"_Prisoner._--'Erin, Erin is my home.'

"_Knowing Officer._--He isn't an Irishman, Judge; he's a Connecticut
Yankee, and lives in East Broadway.

"_Prisoner._--'That's eight times to-day you have kissed me before.'

"_Officer._--Please, your honor, he's an octagonal liar, I didn't.

"_Judge._--Where did you get your liquor?

"_Prisoner._--'Way down south in Cedar street; rinctum'--

"_Judge_ (to officer).--What's that he says?

"_Attentive Officer._--At Ringtown's in Cedar street.

"_Judge._--What number in Cedar street?

"_Prisoner._--'Forty horses in the stable.'