#Cornelia Lott

[formerlyknownas-delight]

I feel like participating bc New Year and such. There we go! Name: who's asking, the FBI?

Pronouns: She

Star sign: Pisces. I don't like that it's the only sign that's plural. Except gemini, but there it makes sense. Why several fish?? What are they doing together?

Number of siblings and fun facts about them: A slightly younger one who always has the best song recs. We mostly communicate via cat sounds.

Number of pets and their names: Bantam Silkie chickens: Fiederich the rooster and the hens Wilhelmine, Hilda, Rosalie, Agnes and Anathema Five cats: Charon "Fritzi" the former stray, Gwynn "Körnich" the beautiful orange idiot, Lieselotte "Lotte" the chonky introverted senior, Mucki "Don Muckelone" the scröngely mobster granny and Beau "Böbi" the visually impaired, kitten-sized annoying little sibling.

Fandoms: Alltime: Tolkien, Buffy, Ink-trilogy (which made me pick my path to become a bookbinder), The Tribe The Raven Cycle, The Locked Tomb, Discworld, The Sandman Call the Midwife (such a feelgood show), Critical Role

favorite color: Purple

favorite song: Alles ist Gut by Reinhard Mey

favorite author (books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, etc.): Tolkien, N.K. Jemisin, Maggie Stiefvater, Cornelia Funke, Tamsyn Muir, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett

Favorite fic type: I very very rarely read fanfiction. I'm a simple woman: Explicit f/f with 3 chapters max

Favorite holiday: Halloween. No active christianity, no family obligations, recently a workfree day where I live

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, etc.)? 2! One for 13 and one for 3 years. We recently moved in together and it's a delight allaround.

Hobbies: So many crafts, for example resin pouring, crocheting, polymer clay stuff. But also reading. Playing video games (always Sims, but also DA, BG3, Planet Zoo...But I'm only good at Dorfromantik).

Fun facts about you: I'm a traditional bookbinder and love my job to bits, but I really despise doing paper crafts like origami or window decorations

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Whatever happened to...Cornelia Lott

This is solidly in the “things that may only interest me” category ‘cause I like to solve puzzles, but remember Cornelia Lott? The woman Col. Webb wrote about in his poem to AH, one of the three women we have a record of AH being infatuated/in love with in the winter of 1780 in Morristown? The Cornelia to whom, according to Webb, AH "yields...all his heart” in January 1780?

The parents of Cornelia (baptized 8Nov 1761 at the Dutch Reformed Church in NYC) were Abraham Lott and Geertruy Coejermans (Gertrude Coeyman in English translation). Here’s the fun part - the witnesses/sponsors at her baptism were Nicholas Gouverneur, uncle of Gouverneur Morris (his sister Sarah was Morris’s mother) and Johanna Gouverneur, who may have been the sister of Nicholas? (But she married Cornelius Low, so I’m not sure why she would be using her maiden name.) 

Abraham Lott’s country house in Beverwyck, NJ (near Morristown) was very briefly HQ in July 1777. Nathanael and Catharine Littlefield Greene had to have named their third child for 16-year-old Cornelia Lott (the baby is Cornelia Lott Greene b 23Sept 1778), having named their first two kids George Washington Greene and Martha Greene (see the theme!). One report has Catharine staying with the Lott family in June 1777, so choosing Cornelia as a namesake for her daughter was likely a way to honor them.  

Abraham Lott’s finances suffer during the war and afterwards (I bet AH thought he dodged a bullet by not marrying into THAT family!) and get worse due to the death/debts of a business partner; he even spent time in debtors’ prison, and I’ll let Founders provide the summary (or read the letter he sent to GW).

“Lott received no federal appointment, and on 15 July 1793 he again wrote GW, stating that he had applied to Alexander Hamilton for the post of inspector for New York without success, and “Now take the liberty, by reason of Doctor [John] Cochran’s dangerous indisposition, to direct my application immediately to you, and to Pray, in case of his death, to be appointed his successor in office” 

Remember Dr. John Cochran, who outlives them all? I’m also cackling at AH being asked to replace his wife’s uncle with the father of his ex-girlfriend.*

Anyway, Cornelia Lott did marry - on 9Dec 1797 - Comfort Sands, one of the first directors of the Bank of NY. Sands was also a business partner of Walter Livingston, who was a nephew of William Livingston, whom we know so well as the person who took AH in back in 1773. I bet the Hamiltons went to the wedding. 

Comfort Sands helped the Hamiltons set up their home in NYC in 1795: “ As Soon as your Furniture arrives I will take Care of it and put it in my store. If it is possible I will Engage a Room for you for an Office—it will be difficult to get One. I hope to be Able to get my House done so that I may Remove at the time I promised Mrs. Hamilton.” In 1793, Sands had purchased a lot on Pine Street running through to Cedar Street and began building the house planned by his first wife, but she died before it was finished. The Hamiltons rent Sands’ 63 Pine St home. Nice exchange for AH’s Treas. Secty. assistance in getting Sands & Co. money owed them from the war. Comfort and his younger brother later named a street in Brooklyn after AH (that may have been re-named to not cause confusion with Fort Hamilton? In this map, it looks to be where Waverly St is now, but I’m in no way an expert on Brooklyn geography.) (Can also read more about the Sands family here and here.)

Anyway, Cornelia Lott was Sands’ second wife, and they had at least three additional children together (I can find references to a Julia Maria, Gertrude, and Robert); all were likely baptized in the Dutch Reformed Church of NYC. 

Cornelia Lott and Comfort Sands moved to Hoboken in 1825; Comfort died in 1834 and Cornelia died in 1856.

The daughter of Comfort Sands and his first wife (Sarah Dodge Sands,1749-1795), also named Cornelia (and who marries Nathaniel Prime only a few months before Cornelia Lott and Comfort marry) has a daughter named Cornelia Prime (1800-1874) who marries Robert Ray (the brother of NY Gov John Alsop King’s wife, Mary Ray King - and if you’re paying attention to names, John Alsop King is the son of Rufus and Mary Alsop King) and has a daughter named Cornelia Ray (1829-1867) who marries Schuyler Hamilton (1822-1903), one of John Church Hamilton’s many kids. So their three kids share AH and EH as great-grandparents and Comfort Sands as a great-great-grandfather. The way these families intertwined for decades is something else! 

I wish I could find out more about Cornelia Lott’s life, especially from 1780-1797, but this is all I have scratching the surface. Stuck between the men in her life. 

*I noted in another post that AH’s love/infatuation seemed unrequited, but carefully reading Webb’s poem, I’m not sure that’s the case, just that AH was so overboard about it (and it would have been un-gentlemanly to comment on Miss Lott’s feelings). 

The other thing that stands out is - more Dutch families! Belonging to Dutch Reformed Churches! 

[revolutionary-pirate]

So I found a poem that Samuel Bachley Webb wrote to Alexander Hamilton in January of 1780 and it’s about how Hamilton was pursuing a girl named Cornelia Lott, daughter of Abraham Lott, whose house they’d used as a headquarters in July 1777 and I don’t know what to do with this information other than to share the poem:

To Lt Col Hamilton, on his being attentive to C. Lott, Jany, 1780

What, bend the Stubborn knee at last, Confess the days of wisdom past, He that could bow to every shrine, And swear the last the most divine: Like Hudibrass all subjects bend, had Ovid at his fingers end; Could whistle ev’ry tune of love, (You’d think him Ovids self or Jove) Now feels the inexorable dart And yields Cornelia all his heart! Say what the charms that plague you so? I’ll venture barely common—No. Within the circle of her eye; A thousand sweet delusions lye; Within the oval of her face Loves wily charms and winning grace, Besides in all she does or says An air that even Stoics praise. Mere rant th’ effusion of a brain Oppress’d with love[’s] distempered train, Tis true, her eye is well enough, But why of such superior stuff; Why call it better than her neighbours, Because more hearts may crown its labors. Talk as you please, of grace and wiles Of lips and looks and winning smiles, She’s but,—Sweet Sir, nay do not fret, She’s but—a beautiful brunette. But ah, why trifle thus with love, A certain fate that all must prove; dipp’d in the cup of tears and bliss, Loves subtle arrows never miss. In vain would pride excuse the heart, The best defended feel their smart: Ev’n he who laughs lifes cares away May only boast a later day. perhaps e’re now some thoughtless fair But opes her eyes to give dispair.

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[fiercefray]

introducing :: remington ‘remi’ cornelia van der bilt

“For a little while, the world was just us and it was amazing. But now it is like it was before and we have to go to the way it was.”

Remi is everything her parents should’ve wanted. A beautiful, studious girl who loves her books, piano, and animals. She likes to think her mother and father would’ve been just as proud. Her Uncle Nate likes to assure her they would, but even his kind words make her feel unsure. But when it comes to connecting with her peers it has always been another story.

At least until she connected with her neighbor during the pandemic. The good girl and the bad boy. The world was just the two of them. Not that Remi would ever allow him to get close. As she told him, they will go be Pretty Woman rules: no kissing. But despite her best efforts, Remi fell for Max Wolfe.

When school opens again, Remi is faced with new challenges: having to say goodbye to the first person she has connected with in so long and getting involved all at the same time. All because she decided to make a new friend in Zoya Lott. Not that she’ll regret it... or at least she hopes not.

After all, she might already have a regret that could kill her.

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[eolewyn1010]

“Goethe. I’m trying to be a good Emotional Support Pretend Boyfriend here; could you and the lady please be less distractingly attractive and familiar with each other?”

Ever tried to draw someone sitting from that angle and so far away? In pumps? Don’t. It made me cry. And for Lotte’s dress I couldn’t imagine one she’d hate but her mother would like, so I thought: lace! It’s super scratchy; Lotte wouldn’t like to wear it. Which seemed like a good idea until I actually had to draw, y’know, something resembling lace. Lotte’s parents (or other customers) are not visible because of reasons. I was too lazy for more characters. I don’t draw homophobes on principle unless it’s Christel getting beaten up by a Soviet soldier. the angle. Yeah. Seems legit.

Despite upset Lotte, miserably pining Friedrich and tamed Friedrich hair (grrrr...), I like that scene. I entertain a little headcanon that, while Friedrich is all sighs and sadness, Goethe goes “...and he’s so good with the kids; he’s got a real talent there, talking to them at eye level and they notice, so of course they like him, and he’s smart, too...” and Cornelia would struggle to bite away a smile and just be nodding serenely, “I see, so he is.”

@fanpersoningfox - I don’t need a kidney; I need a new hand. Killed mine for the background, and now I don’t even like it. Appreciate the food, please; I think that looks nice.

[tmma1869]

When grunts are being subtitled, I completely lose it.

[filigreefaerie]

⟨ female ketterdam inspired names ⟩

below the cut you’ll find 86 female names inspired by the fictional city of ketterdam (so they have a dutch flair to them), listed in alphabetical order and with the my favorites in bold.

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A

anke, anneke, anouk, antje, avien

B

bente, betje, britt

C

catlijn, charlotte, ciska, cornelia

D

diena, dora, drien

E

elsa, emmelina, ette, eva

F

femke, fenje, fenne, finja, frieda,

G

geertje, greta

H

hedwig, hella, hester

I

ida, ilse, imke, iris, isa

J

janke, janne, jente, jette, jill, johanna, jolanda, judith

K

kaat, katrien, klara

L

leona, lieke, lien, liesbeth, linda, lotte, lowina

M

madelein, margaret, margit, marije, marit, meike, meret, meriel, mieke, mina

N

nane, nantje, nele, noa, nora

O, P

olett, paulette

R

ria, rita, romy

S

sanne, sara, silke, sjan, sonja, stiena, swantje, sybil

T

tess, tien, tilda

W

wemke, wiebke, wilhelmina

[verpasstehauptwerke]

NSFAQ about SARS-CoV-2

Liebe Gesinnungskolleginnen und Kollegen –

selbst uns von den Verpassten Hauptwerken ist nicht entgangen, dass die Nudeln knapp werden. In Zeiten, wo Veranstaltungen so reihenweise abgesagt werden, dass sich praktisch an jeder Supermarktkasse mal so richtig zünftig verpassen lässt, braucht uns kein Mensch mehr. Das macht uns nachdenklich, allerdings nicht sentimental.

Wir haben vorgesorgt.

In den vergangenen Tagen erreichten uns zahlreiche Anfragen von besorgten Bürgerinnen und Bürgern – Menschen, die trotz allem immer noch der Kompetenz, Korpulenz und Kondolenz der Verpassten Hauptwerke glauben schenken. Weitsicht war nie unsere Kernverfehlung.

Die vielen Anfragen ehren uns, bringen aber auch eine nicht zu unterschätzende und nicht zu überschätzende Verantwortung mit sich, der wir hiermit teilweise gerecht werden wollen. Noch konnten wir nicht alle Fragen sichten; einen kleinen Auszug jedoch konnten wir mehr oder weniger sorgfältig lesen, an entsprechende Fachidioten weiterleiten und nach bestem Wissen und Gewissen beantworten lassen (alle Angaben ohne Gewähr).

Im Anhang finden Sie zur genauen Sichtung, liebe Leserinnen und Leser, die NSFAQ (not so frequently ask questions), samt Expertenantworten. Wir raten sicherheitshalber davon ab, empfohlene Maßnahmen als gesundheitsfördernd und / oder gesundheitsgefährdend einzustufen. Zudem sollte bei schwachen Nerven auf eine Lektüre völlig verzichtet werden. Alles könnte stimmen, wobei wir lange versucht haben, Ihnen, geschätzte Heinis, diesen Senf zu ersparen. Seht zu, wie ihr klarkommt – keine Panik, es sind genügend Antworten für alle da.

Mit hüstelnden Grüßen

Cornelia Flank (Öffentlichkeitsarbeit), Dr. Helmut Jod (Tierarzt), Pannacotta Tusnelda Bravissimo (Molekularmikrologin), Robert Stripling (Chef-Herausgeber), Tina Schmidt (Praktikantin), Jürgen Glossar (Hausmeister)

NSFAQ (not so frequently asked questions)

„Wie groß ist das Virus?“ (Marlene McBiggin, Eisverkäuferin, 34 Jahre, Berlin)

„Nach Auswertung der Befragungen zahlreicher Augenzeugen und Infizierter ist das neuartige Coronavirus (SARS-CoV-2) ungefähr so groß wie ein Elefantenkalb. Aufgrund von Temperaturschwankungen, grade im Frühjahr und wegen der wechselhaften Lichtverhältnisse in unseren Breitengraden erscheint das Virus allerdings häufig kurzfristig nicht größer als ein handelsüblicher Einzeller, in anderen Fällen ungefähr so groß wie ein schlaffer Luftballon. Schlagartig kann sich das Virus allerdings wieder auf die Größe eines Elefantenkalbs ausdehnen. Kurz vorher kommt es zumeist zur versehentlichen Einatmung des Viechs. Im ausgedehnten Zustand zeigt sich das Virus höchstgradig passiv. Es lümmelt faul in der Sonne rum, joggt durch die Gegend, nuckelt an leeren Bierflaschen oder bummelt durch die Innenstädte. Bei Sichtung eines ausgedehnten Virus’ wird der Bevölkerung dringend angeraten sofort zuzuschlagen und dieser Drecksseuche eine richtige Abreibung zu verpassen. Um die Berührung mit dem Virus durch die nackte Faust zu vermeiden, empfiehlt es sich, Schlagstöcke, Baseballschläger, Pfefferspray o.ä. mit sich zu führen.“

— Prof . Dr. Tom Ridmeyer, Makrobiologe der Universität Köln

„Menschen sterben an dem Virus, immungeschwächte oder alte Menschen sind besonders gefährdet, zu erkranken. Darf man über das Virus Witze machen?“ (Niko Tihn, 22 Jahre, Comedian, Leverkusen)

„Nein, halt die Fresse.“

— Saskia Erdell-Maadicht, Kommunikationsethnologin an der Universität Koblenz

„Darf ich mein Haus verlassen um den Briefkasten zu leeren?“ (Werner Leckbardt, Rentner, 69 Jahre, Hildesheim)

„Kommt aufs Haus und den Briefkasten an. Das Verlassen des Hauses zur zweckmäßigen Entleerung des Briefkastens ist grundsätzlich gestattet. Wir von der Post sind bemüht den Brief- und Paketverkehr im gewohnten Rhythmus aufrecht zu erhalten. Befindet sich der Briefkasten einen oder mehr als einen Kilometer entfernt von ihrem Haus (z.B.: Region Nordfriesland, Mecklenburgische Schweiz und Kummerower See im Landkreis Müritz, Plattling bei Deggendorf) entscheidet die örtliche Behörde über eine Personenzustellung. Von persönlichem Kontakt mit dem Zustellungsbeamten wird allerdings abgeraten. Obwohl bisher so gut wie keine Fälle bekannt sind, bei der das Virus mithilfe von Papier übertragen wurde, wird die Installation eines zweiten Briefkastens empfohlen. Nach einer Isolationszeit von 14 Tagen kann die Post entnommen und in den zweiten Briefkasten umgelagert werden, vorausgesetzt, innerhalb der 14 Tage kam keine neue Post hinzu. Im zweiten Kasten muss die Post für weitere drei Tage aus rechtlichen Gründen lagern. Wird die Post direkt aus dem ersten Postkasten mit in die Wohnanlage des Empfängers entwendet, gilt die Zustellung als vorsätzliche Infektion und somit als nicht zugestellt. Tut mir leid, aber ich habe mir den Unfug nicht ausgedacht.“

— Walter von Schnebel, Leitender Postkoordinator der Deutschen Post

„Ich bin total schlecht mit Disziplin. Muss ich mit ganz strengen Regeln rechnen? Ich und mein Freund wollen bald zusammenziehen.“ (Lotte Larifari, Schülerin,16 Jahre, Pirmasens)

„Hab dich nicht so. Das bisschen Anpassung schadet dir nicht. Außerdem ist deine Mathe-Note eh unter aller Sau. Du machst jetzt schön deine Kurvendiskussion und dann wird Englisch gepaukt.“

— Hildegard Estrich, Nachbarin, Pirmasens

„Ich und meine Frau haben unsere Grenzen geschlossen. Brauchen wir Klopapier?“ (Peter und Erna Temp, 53 und 49 Jahre, Eheleute, Erfurt)

„Nein. Bei geschlossenen Grenzen kommt Ihnen die Notdurft irgendwann zu den Ohren raus. Q-tips reichen völlig aus.“

— Dr. Volker Schmidt, Gastroenterologe am Universitätsklinikum Baden-Baden

„Meine Nase hat gejuckt und ich habe mich versehentlich mit der Armbeuge gekratzt. All das überfordert mich. Darf ich meine Hände noch benutzen?“ (Tim, 5 Jahre, will mal Feuerwehrmann werden, Oldenburg)

„Ja, die Hände dürfen noch benutzt werden, nach neuesten Erkenntnissen allerdings nur freitags zwischen 7 und 19 Uhr und unter strenger Verwendung von äußerst dicken Handschuhen. Bewährt haben sich bisher die Topfhandschuhe der Firma FEUERMEISTER – schau doch mal, was deine Eltern für den Bedarfsfall so am Backofen rumhängen haben und grabbel da eine Weile drin rum. Danach darfst du dir praktisch überall ungefährdet hinfassen, kleiner Mann.“

— Wilfried Pressmaier, Kindergärtner und Sonderpädagoge an der SARS-Mittelschule Oldenburg

„Meine Waschmaschine bietet im dritten Programm eine Spülung mit doppeltem Schleudergang an. Auf dem Weichspüler mit desinfizierender Wirkung finde ich keine Angaben zur Wirksamkeit in Bezug auf COVID-19. Muss ich auf meinen geliebten Hasi-Schlupf-Schlafanzug verzichten?“ (Selma Brändtner, 23 Jahre, Auszubildende, Trier)

„Bitte kontaktieren Sie den Kundendienst Ihres Waschmaschinenherstellers mit Bitte um Rückmeldung bzgl. der Haftpflicht innerhalb von Garantiezeiten. Befindet sich die Waschmaschine außerhalb der Garantiefrist, ist zu beachten, dass Servicetelefone in der Regel entsprechende Anfragen nur mit Nennung der Gerätenummer bearbeiten.“

— Lolinda Bret, Fachberaterin für Kundenrecht bei MIELE

„Die A-Capella-Gruppe nowhere to dust hat eine Benefiz-CD mit beiliegender Atemschutzmaske und eine Neuauflage des Soldiaritätssongs Upsala, wo ist mein Manfred hin? (1999) angekündigt. Wie kann ich spenden?“ (Cordula F. Stralsippi, Fernfahrerin, 47 Jahre, Salzgitter)

„Es handelt sich hierbei um eine Falschmeldung – die A-Capella-Gruppe nowhere to dust hat sich vor drei Jahren aufgelöst und produziert keine Alben mehr. Allerdings ist seit einigen Jahren beim ehemaligen Plattenlabel WUHAND-IM-GESICHT eine Art Retro-Sammlung verschiedener Künstlerinnen und Künstler im Gespräch, die eine Neuauflage der Songs von nowhere to dust (darunter auch Upsala, wo ist mein Manfred hin?) als Coverversionen vorsieht. Um über ein Veröffentlichungsdatum zu sprechen, ist es jedoch noch viel zu früh.

— Yang ‚Chippy‘ Pong, Redakteur des Pop-Magazins Lovely Island

„Ist COVID-19 vergleichbar mit der 1763 ausgebrochenen Subtropischen Sackkrätze?“ (Prof. Dr. Theodor Lahmbrecht, Virologe an der Universität Gmünd, Gmünd)

„Ja, ist es. Wenngleich der genaue Erreger noch nicht hinreichend untersucht ist, muss davon ausgegangen werden, dass vor allem Männer nicht fähig sind, sich die Hände zu waschen. Und nun raus aus meiner Küche, du Schmutzfinger.“

— Erna Haßke, Hausfrau

„Muss ich beim Spazierengehen von Gänsen Abstand halten?“ (Marjia Cimbrowskaja, Auszubildende, 24 Jahre, Hamburg)

„Es kommt darauf an, ob es sich um eine dumme Gans handelt. Bei dummen Gänsen ist dringend eine Armlänge Abstand angeraten. Kluge Gänse weichen meist gefahrenfrei von sich aus Spaziergängern aus. Besser aber, du bleibst drinnen.“

— Rüdiger Ende, Biologe und Tierpfleger des städtischen Landschaftsgartenbaus Jena

„Wird es dieses Jahr weiße Ostern geben?“ (Felix Keppler, Student der Soziologie, 21 Jahre, Kassel)

„Sorry, aber wir haben wirklich keine Zeit für blöde Scherze.“

— Prof. Dr. Katia Mbumba, Meterologin an der Universität Memmingen

„Darf ich mich in einer Ausnahmesituation völlig normal verhalten? Wem kann ich trauen? Wer ist wirklich ein Experte, wer ist es nicht?“ (Ingeborg Bachmann, 37 Jahre, Hausfrau, Seligenstadt)

„Schwieriger Fragenkomplex, der vor allem auf den Philosophen und Gesellschaftsanalysten Heribert Kadinczki (1847 – 1929) verweist. Zu allererst darf Normalität – nach Kadinczki – ausschließlich dann angestrebt werden, wenn im Ausnahmefall die Abkehr von der Gewohnheit zu Gunsten der Ausnahme als Ausnahme mit einer Neubewertung althergebrachter Verhaltensweisen einhergeht. Wenn es für Sie normal ist, niemandem zu trauen, wäre eine Abweichung von diesem Verhalten ein Vertrauen und umgekehrt, wenn sie normalerweise allen Vertrauen, wäre die Abweichung nun ein gesundes Misstrauen. Wie auch immer Sie sich entscheiden, bleiben Sie zuhause und Essen Sie ausreichend Fischklopse. Horten Sie Katzenstreu. Zeigen Sie den Kindern mal ein paar Videokasten, damit die das mal zu Gesicht bekommen. Und machen Sie niemandem auf, wenn es klingelt. Experte bin grundsätzlich nur ich.“

— Dr. Robin Flachs, Experte für Knowledge an der Universität Potsdam im Home-Office

„Das Sommersemester 2020 wurde nach hinten verschoben. Was wird aus dem Foucault-Seminar zu Überwachen und Strafen bei Prof. Dr. Eduard Kaminski-Schröder an der Universität Gießen? Kann ein Großer Schein (Teilnahmeschein) auch nach späterem Beginn erworben werden und bringt dieser die volle Anzahl von Credit Points ein?“ (Helge Britz, 27 Jahre, Student der Philosophie, Gießen)

„Zur Zeit können Anfragen nach Scheinen nicht abschließend beantwortet werden. Prof. Dr. Eduard Kaminski-Schröder wurde positiv getestet, zieht aber in Betracht, allen Interessierten auch ohne Teilnahme einen Schein für das Seminar auszustellen. Es ist ihm ziemlich egal, wer Sie alle sind. Die Zuerkennung von Credit Points regelt im Einzelnen die jeweilige Studienordnung in Absprache mit dem Gesundheitsamt. Bitte gedulden Sie sich.“

— Renate Knast, Sekretariat Kaminski-Schröder an der Universität Gießen

„Der Bundesnachrichtendienst (BND) hat Hinweise auf Terroranschläge in den USA verschlammt. Inwieweit hängt der 11. September 2001 mit dem Corona-Virus zusammen? Gibt es Anzeichen auf eine durch die Taliban initiierte Raubkopie von deutschem Spargel?“ (Serkan Hasan, 39 Jahre, Flugzeugpilot, Groningen)

„Ja, es gibt diese Anzeichen. Vermutlich ist der Spargel noch vor der Schließung der Grenzen mit bulgarischen Gastarbeitern zuerst in den Hunsrück, dann in den Hindukusch gelangt. Raubkopien deutschen Spargels könnten, so ist aus Taliban-Kreisen zu vernehmen, entzündungshemmend wirken. Zusammenhänge zum 17. Oktober 2004 schließt der Bundesnachrichtendienst allerdings kategorisch aus.“

— Rainald Hemms, Kriminologe der Universität Frankfurt (Oder)

„Immer wieder sehe ich Videos von Menschen, die auf ihren Balkonen und an offenen Fenstern applaudieren und gemeinsam singen. Ich find das voll, voll schön und will sowas auch mal miterleben. Wie kann ich teilnehmen?“ (Jennifer Elbenhost, 29 Jahre, Hauptmieterin, Göttingen)

„Voraussetzung für die Teilnahme an den allabendlichen, verbindlichen (!) Soli-Abenden ist ein Wohnsitz in einer Nachbarschaft, bei der die Fenster und Balkone nah genug zueinander stehen, sodass ein einheitlicher Resonanzraum ermöglicht wird. Fröhlich sein kann grundsätzlich jeder und jede so wie er will (oder sie), allerdings sollte vermieden werden, dass die Mittagsruhe, die Bettruhe, die Abholzeiten der Müllabfuhr und Übungszeiten für den Feueralarm eingehalten werden und die Chorproben niemanden bei der Ausübung seiner Haupttätigkeit behindern. Voraussetzung ist zudem, dass Sie wirklich nur dann mitsingen, wenn Sie halbwegs was auf dem Kasten haben. Für Göttingen sind sämtliche Chorplätze zur Zeit belegt. Nachdenken sollten Sie über einen Umzug nach Esslingen. Gesucht werden hier zur Zeit noch ein Alt und ein Sopran. Verbindlich sind die Teilnahme am Sommerkonzert (open air), an den Adventskonzerten in den evangelischen Kirchengemeinden Ostfildern, Köngen, Wolfschlugen und Aichtal (insgesamt 14 Konzerte) und am Neujahrskonzert 2020/21. Erwartet wird zudem eine mindestens dreijährige Mitgliedschaft im Domspasten e.V. Esslingen-Süd. Klar ist: Wir können hier nicht jedes unbegabte Reibeisen mitschleifen. Haben Sie Vorkenntnisse?“

— Petra Stallhorst, Sprecherin der Wohngenossenschaft Esslingen-Süd

„Vor drei Jahren habe ich meine Wohnung gekündigt, weil ich meine Arbeit liebe. Ich schlafe im Büro, ich gebe alles für die Firma. Was heißt es für mich, zuhause zu bleiben?“ (Thorsten Matthes, 42, Workaholic, Bitterfeld)

Wenn sich Ihre Kolleginnen und Kollegen an die Vorgaben halten, können Sie bleiben, wo Sie sind. Bleiben Sie ruhig. Halten Sie Abstand vom Kopierer. Sollte doch mal jemand in die Firma kommen, freundlich grüßen und der Person höflich aber bestimmt mitteilen, dass sie gefälligst zuhause bleiben soll. Es sind Zeiten, in der wir unseren Feinden die Hand reichen sollten. Passen wir auf, auch gesundheitlich, vor allem aber in den Fußballsimulationen der Nation – an der Playstation, an der Xbox, und schließlich in der nächsten Staffel von Dr. Kamillo und seine Schwestern. Wird Nancy Kevin heiraten? Hat Pete noch eine Rechnung offen? Wird Lara-Anna schweigen? All dies erfahren wir hoffentlich bald, wenn es wieder heißt: Wer wird Germanys next Top-Feudel? Bleiben Sie sauber! Womit ich Ihnen alles Gute wünsche und mit besten Grüßen verbleibe. Auch Abseits vom Virus gehört die Psyche warm gehalten.

— Prof. Dr. Isabella Chardo-Jasmin, Neuro-Psychologin an der Universität Wien

[elegies-eulogize-dean]

Taged by @unstablealchemist to share my 13 favorite songs at the moment! thankss a lott (i also really love your blog)💕💕💕

So these are some of my favorite songs or just some jams that I've been listening to lately (no specific order and it's gonna be a weird mix)

back to you by twin forks

can't help falling in love by elvis presley

style by taylor swift

to the moon & back by savage garden

hey man, nice shot by filter

long, long way from home by foreigner

what a feeling by one direction

don't blame me by taylor swift

falling by harry styles

she looks so perfect by 5 seconds of summer

cornelia street by taylor swift

let's kill tonight by panic! at the disco

my happy ending by avril lavigne

[ao3feed-hamliza]

by Ellie_Jo

Words: 1072, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hamilton - Fandom, Historical RPF, Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Angelica Schuyler, Margarita "Peggy" Schuyler, James Monroe, George Washington, Catherine Van Rensselaer Schuyler (1734-1803), Philip Schuyler, Stephen Van Rensselaer (1764-1839), Catherine "Kitty" Livingston, Cornelia Lott Sands, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, John Laurens, John André, John "Jack Carter" Church

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler

[aswithasunbeam]

Hey! I love your fics soo(get it Soo) much! Could you please make a fluffy A Winter's Ball/a night in Morristown Hamliza fic?I'd really appreciate it.

Ha! I love that! And I’d love to do more fluffy Morristown stories!! They’re one of my favorite things to write! I actually wrote a really long piece set in Morristown over on my AO3 account, which you might not have seen as I haven’t cross-posted here on tumblr. It’s called “A Winter’s Romance” and the overall vib is pretty fluffy, though there is some angst thrown in for good measure :)

Here’s a link and an except from the first chapter, if you’re interested!

[Read on AO3]

February 1780

“Is this your shirt?” Tilghman asked, digging through a pile of clothes that had yet to be laundered. His jacket had been discarded, his breeches were half undone and the shirt he had on had been untucked. All in all, he looked like a disheveled mess, which was unfortunate, as the dancing assembly was to start in less than an hour’s time.

Hamilton looked over at the bright white linen in Tilghman’s hands and shook his head. Not only was the shirt too large for him, but his clothes had all been mended and washed too many times to look that white. “Must be Mac’s,” he suggested as he yanked fresh breeches over his hips.

Tilghman frowned, looking around the room with an intensely puzzled expression. “What’s happened to all my shirts?”

Hamilton tried to stifle a laugh. “Would you like to borrow one of mine?”

“Yours would make me look like a chubby giant,” Tilghman refused.

Hamilton did laugh this time. “Just wear the one you have on, then.”

“This one smells.”

“Well, I don’t know how to help you,” Hamilton said with amusement as he pulled on his uniform jacket. He ran his hand over his chin and considered shaving again.

“I want to look my best. Do you know who just arrived in town today?” Tilghman’s eyes lit up with excitement. Hamilton shook his head, and his friend continued, “General Schuyler’s daughter, Elizabeth. We met some time ago when I was negotiating with the Six Nations. She’s twenty-two, now, and still unattached. She’s supposedly visiting her aunt, Doctor Cochran’s wife, but it’s obvious she’s on the hunt for a husband.”

Elizabeth Schuyler. The name conjured the image of striking black eyes and a warm smile. He’d met the young lady some time ago when he was in Albany trying to pry troops loose from the greedy hands of General Gates. General Schuyler had invited him to dine, although most of his family was away. Elizabeth had been at home, however, and she had more than upheld the Schuyler reputation for hospitality. He didn’t remember the conversation exactly, but he remembered laughing a great deal.

“And you’re hoping to oblige her in her quest?” Hamilton asked. Tilghman had just turned thirty-five that Christmas, so there was something of an age difference, but he doubted it would prove much of an obstacle if the girl was willing.

“She’s a lovely young woman,” Tilghman replied diplomatically. Hamilton took that to be a firm yes. “She’s traveling with Catharine Livingston. Aren’t you acquainted with her family?”  

Kitty Livingston’s name hit him like a swift kick to the abdomen. He’d been utterly infatuated with the beautiful heiress when he’d boarded with her family before he’d started at King’s. He’d gone so far as to write her a love letter. She’d rejected him in no uncertain terms. He was still trying to disentangle himself from Cornelia Lott after his disastrous meeting with her father. The prospect of a night with both Cornelia and Kitty made him feel vaguely ill.

“Ham?” Tilghman prompted.

“Hm?” He hummed, pulled from his thoughts. “Oh, yes. I’m very well acquainted with the Livingstons.”

“You wouldn’t mind entertaining Miss Livingston a bit, would you? Just so I might have the chance to speak with Miss Schuyler alone?”

Hamilton met his friend’s hopeful eyes and found himself nodding. What was a bit more humiliation and misery, after all, if it might bring his friend happiness?

~*~

Lively music and a roaring fire greeted Hamilton and Tilghman as they entered the hall where the dancing assembly was held. A table was set up in the corner with what passed for a feast in these conditions: two pots of stew, assorted root vegetables, and a very meager chicken that had already been almost entirely consumed.

“Colonel Hamilton,” Cornelia’s high voice came from just behind him.

He turned and saw that she had been waiting by the door. “Miss Lott,” he replied, bending low and pressing a kiss to her outstretched hand. “You’re looking well.”

“Oh, I’m very well, Colonel.” She gave him a tiny, hopeful smile. “I hope you are, also. I’ve missed seeing you the past few weeks.”

“I’ve been…very busy,” he said vaguely.

She nodded rapidly, clinging on to the excuse like a lifeline. “I thought you must be.”

An awkward pause followed as he searched for something to say. He didn’t want to raise her hopes, and he was still too embarrassed and stung to tell her about his humiliating meeting with her father. And what good would telling her do anyway, he thought; knowing would only cause a rift between her and her father. As he was standing there staring at her, the band struck up a new song.

“Would you like to dance, Colonel?”

“I…” He hesitated. If he danced with her, she’d think there was still hope for them. The only way forward he could see was to break her heart. Being cruel now would be kinder in the end, he told himself. “No, Miss Lott.”

Her whole face fell. She blinked at him, as if waiting for him to take it back, or to explain.

“I’m sorry,” he told her. Then he turned away.

He felt like a monster.

He spotted Tilghman, McHenry, Webb, and Richard Meade standing in a group near the food and he made his way towards them. Mac slapped him on the back companionably when he stopped beside him. Tilghman shook his head. “Poor Polly. Looks as though you’ve just torn her heart out.”

He refused to look back. Plastering the same fake smile he’d been wearing more and more of late, he said, “You know how it goes.”

“Onwards to the next conquest,” Webb laughed.

“That chicken didn’t make for much of a feast,” Hamilton commented, desperate to change to subject. The conversation mercifully turned to dreams of feasts after the war.

Tilghman tugged at his sleeve a few minutes later.

“Mrs. Washington is done speaking with Miss Schuyler and Miss Livingston,” Tilghman whispered, his eyes focused somewhere to the left. Hamilton followed his gaze and saw the two young ladies were standing by the fireplace, speaking quietly to each other.

Hamilton nodded for his friend to go first, and followed a pace behind as they made their way to the girls.

“Miss Schuyler, how wonderful to see you again,” Tilghman proclaimed as they approached.

“Colonel Tilghman,” Miss Schuyler greeted him warmly. “I did not know I’d be graced with your company tonight.”

Tilghman bent low to kiss her hand.

“Might I present Colonel Hamilton? He’s a dear friend of mine,” Tilghman added, gesturing back to him without turning around.

“I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Schuyler when I dined with her family in Albany,” he stated, bowing and kissing her hand as well. When he stood, he found her dark eyes scrutinizing his face. He smiled tightly at her, sure she didn’t remember the meeting. She must have dined with the whole Continental Army by this point, with Philip Schuyler for a father.

He turned his attention to Kitty. “Miss Livingston,” he greeted, bowing to her this time. He then introduced Tilghman, who repeated the ritual.  

“Did you have a pleasant journey?” Tilghman asked, his eyes glued to Miss Schuyler.

Hamilton turned his attention to Kitty. “It’s been quite a while since we’ve last spoken.”

Kitty nodded, her eyes tracking over his uniform and lingering on his rank insignia. “You’ve done well for yourself since then, Hammy,” she noted, smiling warmly at him. “I’m very glad to see it.”

He thanked her softly. Glancing to the side, he saw Tilghman had fully engaged with Miss Schuyler in conversation about her travels from Albany. He smiled and held out a hand to Kitty. “Would you care to dance, Miss Livingston?”

“It would be my pleasure, Colonel,” she agreed. As he lead her towards the dance floor, she leaned in to him and added, “I see Colonel Tilghman has wasted no time in staking a claim for my dear Betsey.”  

They shared a smile as they positioned themselves to join the dance.

~*~

His breath created a great puff of white smoke in the frigid air as he leaned against the porch rail. The music from inside was still audible, but dulled by the closed front door. There were torches glowing along the walkway that provided fairly good light, but hardly any warmth. Still, a moment of solitude was well worth braving the bitter cold.

Miss Livingston had quickly found dancing partners, lovely and eligible as she was. Cornelia seemed to have departed the party shortly after their talk. Tilghman was happily monopolizing Miss Schuyler. Everyone inside seemed paired off and content, leaving him free to slip outside.

He missed John. He missed having a dear, loyal companion, someone with whom he could talk and laugh. Someone to drive away his darkest thoughts on these cold, lonely nights.

He may as well get used to being alone, he thought harshly. No man was ever going to consent to having him for a son-in-law. Cornelia’s broken heart would be a warning to him to never attempt to love again.

The music swelled suddenly, then dulled again with the sound of the front door closing. He turned to see Elizabeth Schuyler stepping out onto the front porch. She smiled at him.

“Are you well, Colonel? I saw you stepping outside, and I was concerned.”

He forced another smile. “Quite well, thank you. I was just a bit warm from dancing.”

She nodded, then stepped closer to him, leaning against the rail as well.

“It’s a beautiful night,” she commented mildly, her face turned up towards the sky.

He followed her gaze, looking up at the nearly full moon and the bright stars dotting the dark winter sky. “Yes, it is,” he agreed. “Though it is terribly cold.”

She laughed. “I’m from Albany. I’m quite used to the cold.”

“I wish I were,” he replied.

“I suppose you never had to deal with these kinds of conditions in the Caribbean.”

He nodded, then his brow furrowed. “Did you recognize my accent?”

“No,” she said simply. She glanced over at him and smiled again. The expression made her eyes sparkle, he noticed. “You mentioned you were from Saint Croix when you dined with my family in Albany.”

He cocked his head to the side, surprised. “I didn’t think you remembered.”

“Of course I do.”

“It’s just, I know you must have dinner with officers all the time,” he tried to explain, hoping she didn’t think he accusing her of being rude or ill-mannered.

“That is true,” she laughed. “But you made an impression.”

He laughed as well. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

She gave him a considering look. “I suppose we’ll find out,” she said coyly.

He grinned and nodded.

A companionable silence followed, their attention turning back to the still winter night.

“Did you really come out here because you were warm from dancing?” she asked suddenly.

He looked back at her, and found he wanted to answer honestly. “No. I’ve been feeling a little low of late. And, due to some unfortunate circumstances, I had to hurt someone’s feelings tonight. I suppose I’m simply not in the merry-making spirit.”

Her expression was compassionate. She reached out a hand tentatively, laying it lightly on his upper arm. “I saw you standing out here from the window,” she told him. “You looked…lonely.”

“So you came to keep me company?” he asked.

She nodded as she removed her hand. “You can tell me if I’m intruding.”

He shook his head. “I’m enjoying your company,” he assured her.

She smiled again. A moment of silence followed, before she began to speak again, easily changing topics. “I was speaking to Mrs. Washington earlier. She was telling me about her work with the sick and wounded soldiers, and she promised to take me with her on one of her visits. I do hope I can make myself useful while I’m here.”

“I’m sure the men would appreciate your assistance,” he told her sincerely.

“Is there anything else I could do to help? Mrs. Washington told me you would know best what needed doing.”

He felt a flicker of pride at the compliment from the dear old lady. Considering a moment, he asked, “Can you knit? Sew?”

She nodded.

“We always need hats, mittens, scarfs and the like. And many of the men have clothes that need mending. That would certainly be a help.”

Her eyes dropped to his hands gripping at the railing. “Do you have any mittens, Colonel?”

He looked down at his chapped hands and shook his head. “I had a pair, but they wore out last winter. I haven’t had the chance to replace them.”

“I’ll knit you a pair first,” she said decisively. “From what I’ve heard, your pen is our country’s best hope of winning this war. Whatever would we do if you developed frost bite?”

“I’d be most obliged to you, Miss Schuyler.”

“Speaking of frost bite, I think perhaps we should go back inside,” she suggested. She chuckled as she looked at him. “Your nose has turned bright red with cold.”

He nodded. She turned and pulled open the front door, light and music pouring out. Looking back at him, she made a little motion with her head to urge him on. As he followed her inside, he felt a smile stretching his face again. A real smile.

Well, he thought, that was just…so inconvenient.

[rudyroth79]

„Nea Ion” de Cornelia Bartels

„Nea Ion” de Cornelia Bartels

„În inima mea odihnită, odihniți-vă și voi scumpe imagini – și ce bucurie va fi atunci când ne vom trezi iar împreună” – Thomas Mann, Lotte la Weimar …Cu aceste gânduri mi-am încheiat ziua de ieri, așteptând să treacă noaptea și-apoi, după un somn plin de vise și imagini, să-întâmpinăm împreună zorile, să începem o nouă zi cu inima odihnită, pregătită să poposească pe litera scrisă a acestui nou…

[claudia-divora-libri]

Come le donne italiane hanno conquistato il diritto al voto? Io per prima non sono molto informata riguardo il femminismo italiano, un po' perché non è stato famoso come quello americano, inglese e francese, ma anche perché le donne italiane sono state schiacciate dal regime fascista che ha dominato per circa vent'anni. L'italia ha raggiunto anche molto tardi l'unità rispetto ad altri paesi e questo non ha permesso la nascita di movimenti precoci. Infatti le donne poterono votare solo a livello locale, iniziarono a nascere alcuni giornali come La voce delle donne, La Donna o La Cornelia, che trattano temi come il ruolo delle donne nella società e nella famiglia e l’importanza della conquista dei diritti politici. Viene fondato il Comitato Nazionale Pro-suffragio, si organizzano comizi e convegni. Ovviamente, l'ingresso delle donne in politica spaventava il governo, in più si stava riaffermando la corrente di pensiero maschile riguardo il quale le donne siano biologicamente inferiori e quindi non possono essere capaci di votare. Bisogna aspettare il secondo dopoguerra affinché le donne ottengano il diritto di voto nel 1946. Le femministe italiane sono molto diverse da quelle americane: sono meno violente ma ugualmente rivoluzionarie. Le donne italiane infatti non chiedevano esplicitamente la parità, ma semplicemente che le sia riconosciuto il diritto di voto, quindi che abbiano una qualche importanza dal punto di vista politico. Purtroppo questa e altre storie del femminismo italiano sono state oscurate, ma dobbiamo ricordarci che anche noi donne italiane abbiamo dure lotte alle spalle. #dirittodivoto #womensatlas #womensrights #feminist #feminism #proudfeminist #femminismoitaliano #1946 #righttovote #womensvote #womensvotesmatter https://www.instagram.com/p/CMUExYeHLZB/?igshid=j7l0vcu0elot

[46ten]

Hamilton-Schuyler Engagement Timeline, first half of 1780

[Please see Post 1 and Post 2 for an overview up to this point.]

My future posts on AH's thoughts on marriage will cover his letters to ES during their engagement (letters dated July to October 1780), and then his expressions to others about marriage from 1781-1804, and finally the Reynolds Pamphlet specifically. I'm taking a brief step back to go over the timeline of the AH-ES relationship in the winter and spring of 1780, to see if it can shed additional light on AH's thoughts.

Hamilton seems to have been in the grips of a depression in the early winter of 1780.  In a letter to John Laurens (8Jan1780), he writes:

I am chagrined and unhappy but I submit. In short Laurens I am disgusted with every thing in this world but yourself and very few more honest fellows and I have no other wish than as soon as possible to make a brilliant exit. ’Tis a weakness; but I feel I am not fit for this terrestreal Country.

AH had requested to go to the Southward and then was persuaded not to; he may have also asked for a command. He subscribed to a dancing assembly taking place in Jan-Feb in Morristown.  

It is recorded that he had romantic relationships with three different women early in the year. The first was with Cornelia Lott, the daughter of a NJ merchant.  Colonel Samuel B. Webb wrote a poem entitled "To Colonel Hamilton" in January 1780 that describes AH's ability to "whistle every tune of love" and his infatuation with Cornelia, to whom AH has yielded "all his heart!" In the poem, Webb warns Hamilton that "She’s but,—Sweet Sir, nay do not fret, She’s but—a beautiful brunette". It can't be overlooked that  AH's January 1780 sadness may have been partly related to unrequited feelings for C. Lott, in addition to the separation from JL and dissatisfaction with his role in the war.

The second romantic relationship was with someone we only know as Polly* (likely Mary), recorded by Tench Tilghman: "Alas poor Polly!  Hamilton is a gone man, and I am too old for his substitute." 12May1780 to Will Tilghman, in TT's memoirs.  *"Alas poor Polly" could be a play on a verse from The Beggar's Opera.

The third relationship was with Elizabeth Schuyler.  She arrived in Morristown in February 1780 (see Catharine (Kitty) Livingston letter to Sarah Jay).  Our first record of correspondence between ES and AH is a letter to both her and Kitty Livingston.  [Whether AH and ES first met in 1777 and whether there's more of a past to them as a couple is beyond the scope of what I'll focus on here.]  AH's next surviving letter to ES already places us in mid-March, and this is far beyond the "getting-to-know-you" phase - she is to remember "that your best friend is wherever I am," to "love your Hamilton as well as he does you," and she has given "too many proofs of your love to allow me to doubt it, and in the conviction that I possess that, I possess everything the world can give."  Indeed, within the next two weeks they announce to Philip Schuyler their intent to marry, for in a letter dated April 8 PS confirms to AH that he has already written and received response from Catharine Schuyler:

Yesterday I had the pleasure to receive a line from Mrs Schuyler in answer to mine on the subject of the one you delivered me at Morris town; she consents to Comply with your and her daughters wishes. You will see the Impropriety of taking the dernier pas where you are. Mrs. Schuyler did not see her Eldest daughter married. That also gave me pain, and we wish not to Experience It a Second time. I shall probably be at Camp In a few days, when we will adjust all matters.

So four points here:  1.  After meeting in February, AH and ES are formally engaged April 8, 1780, or thereabouts (AH writes to CS on 14Apr1780 thanking her " for your kind ⟨complia⟩nce with my wishes to be ⟨united⟩ to your amiable daughter".) 2.  The language used by PS, "comply with your and her daughters wishes" - and the sentiment reinforced in the letter of PS to AH 25Jan1781 - emphasizes that AH and ES have chosen to marry based on affection and by their own mutual choice. This too points to the companionate marriage ideal.    3.  PS and CS reject the idea of a wedding/elopement at Morristown, which may have been suggested by AH and ES (AH and ES seem to have continued to discuss a secret wedding, as referenced in AH's letter to ES 5oct1780).    4.  My speculation - there's an implicit warning about making sure an elopement wouldn't be required; i.e., ES becoming pregnant.  CS was likely 4 months pregnant when she and PS married (so PS was familiar with taking an abrupt leave to marry a pregnant fiancée, as that is exactly what he did back in 1755). With an engagement, reserving sexual intercourse until the wedding night was not a requirement; and aligns with the importance of sexual compatibility and erotic attachment in a companionate marriage. However, I think PS makes it very clear that they want a wedding in Albany, and not an elopement due to the bride being pregnant and the groom being a soldier at war.  I also think what some historians have regarded as the surprisingly frank sexual content of AH's letters to ES during their engagement reflects the fact that they likely would have had intercourse during their engagement if not for these circumstances (this also doesn't preclude other sex acts). AH will also strongly insist ‘when I get to Albany’ while writing sexual innuendo in his letters to ES in the fall of 1780. [For those interested, this letter also mentions that PS has thoughts about AH being appointed as secretary to Versailles.]

At this point, it has to be regarded with some curiosity that AH didn't notify JL of his engagement until a letter dated 30June1780; he had to have discussed the matter with PS already by the time of the 30March1780 letter to JL. In a letter from the previous year, Apr1779, AH confesses his love for JL. He also writes, "You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others." This letter is also widely quoted for the lengthy description AH provides for what he wants in a wife, although AH clarifies his meaning here: "Do I want a wife? No—I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employ a proxy." This statement seems to conflict with his thoughts two years before of "marriage as the most delectable thing," and yet falls in line with thoughts AH expresses to MS in his Feb1780 letter - that he had set resolutions against marriage, which ES has overcome.    

Considering the AH and JL relationship and what we have recorded of AH expressing his thoughts on marriage to JL, how does AH inform JL of his engagement?  Let's look at the wording here: "Have you not heard I am at the point of becoming a benedict?" AH thought JL might have heard of it from a different source, and seems fine with that happening. And it's possible JL had already heard about the engagement. Indeed, in May 1780 the news of the engagement of AH and ES is making the rounds, as Tilghman's letter to his brother attests, as does a May letter from Kitty Livingston to Sarah Jay.  [JL's capture may have prevented him from hearing this news.] So while it seems AH even thought of elopement - he seems eager to be married but wants to respect ES’s parents' wishes - see his letter to CS 14April1780 - he was in no rush to inform JL of these plans, nor did he seem to worry about him first hearing about it from others. There's also no hint in that 30June1780 letter of antagonism between them to explain this delay. Instead, his tone seems to be somewhat embarrassed. It's important to note the etymology of benedict in this case: likely based on Benedick in "Much Ado about Nothing", who rails against marriage until falling in love with Beatrice.  "I confess my sins. I am guilty." He then offers a measured description of ES to JL, using language very similar to his descriptive language of the qualities for a desired wife that he used in the April1779 letter to JL. He ends this list of ES's features by noting that ES has "every other requisite of the exterior to make a lover happy.  And believe me, I am lover in earnest, though I do not speak of the perfections of my Mistress in the enthusiasm of Chivalry." While "lover" could have a more romantic meaning, the reference to "requisite of the exterior" seems to note how much ES's body pleases him, and the winking sexual reference seems to be confirmed when he says he won't further discuss "the perfections of my mistress in the enthusiasm of chivalry."  AH is bragging about how much ES pleases him in a physical and sexual way, but won't continue because he's a gentleman and won't discuss such things about his fiancée. 

We have covered AH’s fluctuating ideas of marriage, briefly touched on his energy for romantic conquests, and arrived at his and ES’s mutual desire to marry. I’ll continue this focusing on July-December 1780, during which time, due to the separation of AH and ES, we have several letters from him describing both his affection for her and his thoughts on their upcoming nuptials.  

[amphibious-thing]

Does anyone know if there is any evidence (beyond just his general reputation) of Hamilton pursuing women between Kitty Livingston early 1777 and Cornelia Lott in January 1780?

[tmma1869]

I haven’t started Chapter 5 yet, but Cid’s resemblance to Voyd seriously intrigues me.

Ooh, young Cid is black-haired Wol? Cid was the first Warrior of Light, after all.