Alexander Hamilton in Love
Jan. 18th, 2013 06:00 amHe is engaged to Miss Elizabeth Schuyler.
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During the summer and fall preceding Hamilton’s wedding in December 1780, he sometimes mooned about in a romantic haze, very much the lovesick swain. “Love is a sort of insanity,” he told Schuyler, “and every thing I write savors strongly of it.” In frequent letters to his “saucy little charmer,” he reassured her that he thought about her constantly. “‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized by a little nut brown maid like you and am from a soldier metamorphosed into a puny lover.” He would steal away from crowds, he told her, and stroll down solitary lanes to swoon over her image. “You are certainly a little sorceress and have bewitched me, for you have me disrelish everything that used to please me.”
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In one letter, he related to her a dream he’d had of arriving in Albany and finding her asleep on the grass, with a strange gentleman holding her hand. “As you may imagine,” he wrote, “I reproached him with his presumption and asserted my claim.” To his relief, Schuyler in the dream awoke, flew into his arms, and allayed his fears with a convincing kiss.
-- Ron Chernow, “Alexander Hamilton”
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During the summer and fall preceding Hamilton’s wedding in December 1780, he sometimes mooned about in a romantic haze, very much the lovesick swain. “Love is a sort of insanity,” he told Schuyler, “and every thing I write savors strongly of it.” In frequent letters to his “saucy little charmer,” he reassured her that he thought about her constantly. “‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized by a little nut brown maid like you and am from a soldier metamorphosed into a puny lover.” He would steal away from crowds, he told her, and stroll down solitary lanes to swoon over her image. “You are certainly a little sorceress and have bewitched me, for you have me disrelish everything that used to please me.”
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In one letter, he related to her a dream he’d had of arriving in Albany and finding her asleep on the grass, with a strange gentleman holding her hand. “As you may imagine,” he wrote, “I reproached him with his presumption and asserted my claim.” To his relief, Schuyler in the dream awoke, flew into his arms, and allayed his fears with a convincing kiss.
-- Ron Chernow, “Alexander Hamilton”
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