BENEATH the immaculate shapes of lamps we passed, between ancient softly greenish gates, and here was Jackson
park. Sparrows were upon Andrew Jackson's head as, childishly conceived, he bestrode his curly horse in terrific
arrested motion. Beneath his remote stare people gaped and a voice was saying: "Greatest piece of statuary in
the world: made entirely of bronze, weighing two and a half tons, and balanced on its hind feet.""Out of Nazareth", William Faulkner, New Orleans Sketches (circa 1925)
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