[From Flushing Journal]
June 7, 1865. Vol. 1. No. 36. Page 4
The papers say “Old Jeff” is caught;
To do with him what should we ought?
A plan to all I will suggest,
And if it’s sanctioned by the rest,
Let him to Bunker Hill be sent,
And there upon that monument
Be placed within an iron cage,
To be a warning to our age.
And then suspended by a chain,
To be exposed to sun and rain,
Get his old blacks to call the roll,
And pray for mercy on his soul.
That he may truly there repent,
For all the prisoners he sent
To Andersonville, in mud to lie,
Unsheltered there to starve and die.
Then when he does yield up his breath,
Let his remains hang there in death,
So generations yet to come,
May behold there the traitor’s tomb.