Two Forlornly Funny Statues

Thore were many amusing ineidents of the parade, as is always the case in any public fur.etion of the sort, but the very most f orlornly funny object in New York tha{ day was tho statue of Franklin in Printing House square. Sorae gentío soul had evidently not considered the old gentleman too dead to be remembered and affectionately wreathed lus venerable neek with a garlaud of evergreens whicb resembled a horse collar more than anything else. But some malicious and profane newsboy had evidently had his sense of equality disturbed by this display of luxury on the part of the exprinter, and to mark his disapproval heaved a handful of mud at the old electrician's countenance. The rcsult was that the statue stood there with a tight green ruffaround his neck, and his woebegone countenance streaked witta nmddy tears tbat dropped off his grieved bronze chin, a sight to make a cat lsugh. Farnigut was almost as funny. Some milliner got him up for the occasion, evidently. A tricolora! scarf of three shades of calicó crossed his inanly bosom and fluttered in the breeze, his pedestal was used as a flower stand for a myriad of little red pots with tiny plants therein, and the green wreathed hatchment at his feet looked like a birthday cake. It is strange that the few good statues we possess should be made so ridiculouson public occasions, particularly when descendants of some of those héroes are living here in New York, and able to see and avert these absurdities, if they would. -