One case of which Wagstaff took full notes, was that of Edward Bobber, a seafaring man, of very peculiar appearance, possessing some remarkable characteristics of manner, dress, speech, looks, and action. He was charged with being drunk. In the way of physical beauty, Edward was decidedly a damaged article. He had lost one arm by a snake-bite, and been deprived of an eye by the premature explosion of a pistol, which broke his spectacles at the same time it extinguished his sinister optic. The unexpected descent of a ship-mate, from the tops, upon his head, had turned his neck so that he seemed to be keeping a perpetual look out over his shoulder with his remaining eye. His nose resembled a half-ripe tomato, and a pair of warty excrescences hung upon his face, as if some one had shot a couple of marbles at him, which had stuck to him for life. His complexion bore a close resemblance to the outside of a huckleberry-pudding. His teeth, which were unusually long, projected backward, as if they had taken a start to grow down his throat. This last peculiarity was, undoubtedly, one cause of a remarkable singularity of speech, which seriously impaired his natural facility of conversation. Some idiosyncrasy of disposition, probably, had also something to do with this lingual embarrassment, but certain it is, that Mr. Edward Bobber never answered one question until he was asked another, to which last he would give the reply intended for query number one. Whether his mental faculties needed always a second-interrogative punching up, or whether the fangs projecting downward retained one answer until displaced by another, Wagstaff and his friends were unable to decide; but they truly believe that an inquiry propounded to Edward Bobber, aforesaid, would have remained unanswered until doomsday, unless a second question followed the first. A transcript of a conversation between him and the Clerk of the Court reads as follows: "_Clerk._--Where were you born? "The prisoner removed his solitary orb from its guardianship, over his left shirt sleeve, rolled it slowly round until it commanded a fair view of the questioner, but said nothing. The clerk, nothing daunted, continued: "'How long have you been in this country?' "The face assumed a look of intelligence, and answer No. 1 came out. "_Edward._--Broome County. "_Clerk._--How old are you? "_Edward._--Two years. "_Clerk._--How long have you been drunk?" "_Edward._--Thirty-four years, seven months, and nine days. "_Clerk._--Where did you get your liquor? "_Edward_ (rolling his eye toward the Judge).--Been on a spree four days. "_Judge_ (very indignant).--Did you say I've been on a spree? "_Edward._--Old Mother Bidwell's, down in Mott street. "_Clerk._--Do you mean hereafter to treat this Court respectfully? "_Edward._--No, sir; I hope not. "_Officer with red hair._--If you ain't crazy, I'm a jack-ass. "_Edward._--Yes, sir, of course.