"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.' "_Officious Officer._--Ringtown's, No. 40 Cedar street, your honor. "_Prisoner._--(Voluntary remark, sotto voce.) 'A jay bird sat on a hickory limb--he winked at me and I winked at him.' "_Indignant Officer._--Who're you winkin' at? "_Prisoner._--'Nelly Bly, shuts her eye.' "_Officer._--You'd better shut your mouth. "_Judge._--What have you got to say, prisoner? "_Prisoner._--'Hear me, Norma.' "_Officer._--Well, go on, go on. "_Prisoner._--'O blame not the bard.' "_Judge._--Nobody to blame but yourself. "_Prisoner._--'Did you ever hear tell of Kate Kearney?' "_Knowing Officer._--Keeps a place in Mott street, your honor. "_Prisoner._--'O! O! O! O! O! Sally is the gal for me.' "_Judge_ (to officer).--Who is Sally? Some disreputable female I suppose. "_Officer._--She went up to the Island to-day, sir. "_Prisoner._--'O tell me, where is Fancy bred.' "_Judge._--I don't know anything about your fancy bread, if you have anything to say, go on. "_Prisoner._--'We'll all go bobbing around.' "The Judge here became indignant, and demanded if he had a friend to become bail for him, to which query the prisoner hiccuped out, "I'll never, never find--a better friend than old dog Tray.' "_Judge._--Can't take him, he is not responsible. "_Prisoner._--'I give thee all, I can no more.' "_Judge._--It won't do, sir, I shall fine you $10. "_Prisoner._--'That's the way the money goes--pop goes the weasel.'