On being interrogated by the magistrate, prisoner said that he hardly knew what he was doing when arrested.  The Sun was in his eyes at the time.  If it hadn’t been so, he would not have missed his shot.  He must do something for a living, and he thought that throwing dirty water was as good an occupation as any other.  Had made money out of it by threatening respectable people with his pewter squirt, and they would give him money rather than have their clothes soiled.  He would do anything to make money; and he didn’t in the least mind dirtying his hands in the making of it.

To a question by the magistrate, as to whether he had had anything to do with casting offal into the bay, prisoner laughed in a wild manner, and said that he, for one, could never be accused of wasting good, honest dirt in that way.  All the offal in the world, said prisoner, wasn’t too much for him to use in bespattering the objects of his attention, friends as well as foes.  He had heaved tons of offal, already, at Mr. A. OAKEY HALL, (whom he evidently imagined to be an Irishman, and called O’HALL,) He didn’t care whom he hit, in fact, so long as he could make it pay.

A gentleman connected with the velocipede interest, whose name our reporter did not catch, here stated that he became acquainted with prisoner nearly two years ago, while the velocipede frenzy was at its height.  He had constructed to order for the prisoner a peculiar velocipede called the "Sun Squirt." It had a Dyer’s tub attached to it, which was filled with bilge-water.  On this machine, the prisoner, armed with a pewter squirt, used to practise for several hours a day, careering rapidly around the rink, and taking flying shots, as he went, at large posters attached to the wall, having portraits on them of General GRANT, Hon. H. GREELEY, Hon. WM. M. TWEED, The Mayor, Governor HOFFMAN, and several other citizens of admitted position and respectability.  The bilge-water usually came back upon him, however, and he was generally a humiliating object on leaving the rink.

Prisoner, on being asked by the magistrate whether he had any references respecting character to give, replied in the negative, whereupon orders were issued to lock him up, pending the appearance of Mr. PUNCHINELLO, who will have some statements to make about him at a future day.

A reward of $5,000 has been offered for any information about the pewter squirt, and particularly as to when, and by whom it was made; and, as detectives are now engaged in working up the case, there can be but little doubt that the vile instrument will ere long be identified.

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DISTRESSING.

Some awful smasher of cherished notions is trying to make out that ROUGET DE LISLE was not the real author of the famous Marseillaise, but that he stole it from the Germans.  It pains us to contemplate the possibility of the charge being true, but, should it prove to be so, we suggest that the name of the accepted author be changed from ROUGET to ROGUEY DE LISLE.