Jones died July 18, 1792, in Paris, of dropsy of the chest. He was buried in the old St. Louis cemetery, in the northeastern part of Paris, and lay there one hundred and thirteen years before he was brought back to the United States. General Horace Porter is the man who, after six long years of search, finally found his body in the old cemetery, which by this time was the dumping ground for horses and dogs.
The body had been put in a leaden coffin, carefully packed with straw and hay, and then filled with alcohol to preserve it. Rear Admiral C. D. Sigsbee, was sent to France to bring the remains of the hero home.
Knowing Jones' love for our flag, the Daughters of the American Revolution Society presented Admiral Sigsbee with a beautiful silk flag, June 15th, 1905, to be used in connection with the return of Jones' remains. Afterward it was hung in Continental Hall, Washington, D. C.
On July 25, 1915, the body of Jones was placed in a brick vault, Naval Academy grounds, Annapolis, with religious and military ceremonies. On April 29, 1906, commemorative ceremonies were held in the Armory of the Naval Academy, Annapolis, and then the casket was put in Bancroft Hall. Here all that is mortal of the conquerer of the "Serapis" lies, and in the battles of life when the odds seem against us, may we be able to exclaim with him, "I've just begun to fight."--MRS. W. E. WIMPY, Piedmont Continental Chapter, D. A. R.
There was a man named Oglethorpe, Who didn't like old England's laws; So he got into his little ship, And sailed it straight across.
He swung around Carolina's point And landed at a Bluff; And when he found the soil so rich, He said--"tis good enough."
He named the place Savannah, And then laid off a town, You ought to seed the taters, That grew thar in the ground.
He planted cotton, rice and corn, And then a patch of backer: That was the first beginning, Of the Real Georgia Cracker.
Then he got some mules and plows, And sat the boys to hoeing; Ever since they stirred the soil, The Georgia Cracker has been growing.
But now--where once those taters grew, Mount twenty tall church steeples; And the place he named Savannah, Dwell nigh a hundred thousand people.
Will stand a living factor; While angels guard it overhead, God bless the Georgia Cracker. In Chippewa his monument, Jesup, Ga.