Yesterday as Wirz was on his way from the court room to the Old Capital, a respectably dressed lady, asked the guard if that was the Andersonville butcher? On receiving an affirmative answer, she, in a frenzy of passion, endeavored to strike Wirz with her umbrella, saying, ” You wretch! you butcher! you murdered my son at Andersonville.!” Failing to reach him, she seized a brick… she was restrained and the prisoner conveyed to his quarters. It seems that the old lady was an Ohio widow, who had come on here to get back pay of her sons, all of whom have belonged to the army…..Washington corr.
(Liberator, Sept 22, 1865, pg 3)
