Author: daintyfire

[Alexander Hamilton] had a love of the fine arts and was something of a print collector and an amateur painter, for it appears he advised Mrs. Washington in regard to the paintings she bought; but his purse was evidently too small to gratify his own tastes in this direction. Not only does his expense book contain items showing the occasional modest purchase of a print, but he left behind numerous wood and copper line engravings and etchings, that today would be very valuable. I distinctly remember a set of Mantegna’s superb chiaro-oscuro of the “Triumph of Caesar,” and a particularly fine Dürer which were in my father’s possession; but the others have been scattered and can no longer be identified.

He had a rich voice, and rendered the songs of the day, among which was “The Drum,” which he last sung at a meeting of the Cincinnati, a few days before the duel with Burr […]. His daughter Angelica often accompanied him upon the piano or harp, and appears to have been given all the advantages of a musical education.

Allan McLane Hamilton: The intimate life of Alexander Hamilton (1910)

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an amateur painter “ does the powder horn count

(it’s worth noting that some sources claim the song Hamilton sang at the meeting was “How stands the glass around”)

He [William Maclay] found Jefferson stiff and formal, possessed of a ‘lofty gravity.’ He warmed more to the fat, easygoing Knox, who may have drunk to excess – Maclay calls him ‘Bacchanalian’ – yet managed to project an aura of dignity. The description of Hamilton is suggestive: ‘Hamilton has a very boyish, giddy manner and Scotch-Irish people could well call him a ‘skite.’ The Oxford English Dictionary defines the Scottish word skite as meaning a vain, frivolous, or wanton girl. The choice of words hints at something feminine about Hamilton beneath the military bearing, an androgynous quality noted by others.

Ron Chernow,

Alexander Hamilton

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That one scene from “Stay Alive” be like

Washington: (in front of a large group of soldiers) Before we get back to the war, I’d like to announce the name of our new general.
Hamilton: (in crowd, applauding) Yeah! Yeah! Now we’re talking! Yeah! Woo!
Washington: Yes… Well, anyway… The new general is a loyal, hard-working young man…
Hamilton: (thinking) Yes…
Washington: The obvious choice for the job…
Hamilton: (thinking) He’s right…
Washington: An orphaned immigrant you know and love…
Hamilton: (thinking) That’s me!
Washington: Please welcome our new general… Marquis de Lafayette!
Hamilton: Yes! Yeah! (shaking Lafayette’s hand) Aw, better luck next time, buddy! Yeah! All right! (runs up beside Washington) Soldiers! As your new commander-
Washington: Um, Alexander.
Hamilton: Hold up, folks, I’m getting an important newsflash from General Washington. Go ahead, sir.
Washington: (whispers in Ham’s ear)
Hamilton: I’m making a complete what of myself?
Washington: (whispers again)
Hamilton: The most embarrassing thing you’ve ever seen?
Washington: (whispers a third time)
Hamilton: And now it’s worse ’cause I’m repeating everything you say out loud?
Washington: OH FOR GOD’S SAKE ALEXANDER, YOU DIDN’T GET THE JOB!

A spirit entering into bliss, heaven opening upon all its faculties, cannot long more ardently for the enjoyment, than I do my darling Betsey, to taste the heaven that awaits me in your bosom. Is my language too strong? It is a feeble picture of my feelings—no words can tell you how much I love and how much I long—you will only know it when wrapt in each others arms we give and take those delicious caresses which love inspires and marriage sanctifies…

Alexander Hamilton, sexting his bae since 1780 (via hamiltonandfluff)

Babe, I know you’re a virgin, but I’m not, so TRUST YOU ME it’s going to be awesome.  

Imagine John Church reading this letter.  Honestly, no wonder he started censoring shit.  There’s only so much you can take about how much your dad wants to bang people.

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