1From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [5 October 1780] (Hamilton Papers)
I have told you, and I told you truly that I love you too much. You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. ‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized, by a little nut-brown...
2From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [June–October 1780] (Hamilton Papers)
I wrote you, my dear, in one of my letters that I had written to our father, but had not heard of him since, that the operations in the islands hitherto cannot affect him, that I had pressed him to come to America after the peace. A gentleman going to the island where he is, will in a few days afford me a safe opportunity to write again. I shall again present him with his black-eyed daughter,...
3From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, 11 October 1780 (Hamilton Papers)
[ Preakness, New Jersey, October 11, 1780. On October 13, 1780, Hamilton wrote to Elizabeth Schuyler : “Two days since I wrote to you my dear girl.” Letter not found. ]
4From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [31 August 1780] (Hamilton Papers)
I had written the inclosed and left it to be sent by the last post; but by mistake it was not sent. Col Hay just calls and asks me for my commands. Do you think I could let him go without charging him with a letter for you? In yours by your papa, you say you will expect a visit from me before the close of the campaign, and that you will think me unkind if I do not come. How will you have the...
5From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, 31 July 1780 (Hamilton Papers)
Here we are my Betsey on our way to New York. I hope we shall take it and hasten the happy period of our restoration to each other. Have no fears for me; for I can and will take care of myself. Since my last I have received three letters from you, the sweetest ever dictated by a fond heart. Banish your uneasiness my love; I discard for ever, every idea injurious to your tenderness which every...
6From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [13 October 1780] (Hamilton Papers)
I would not have you imagine Miss that I write to you so often either to gratify your wishes or to please your vanity; but merely to indulge myself and to comply with that restless propensity of my mind, which will not allow me to be happy when I am not doing something in which you are concerned. This may seem a very idle disposition in a philosopher and a soldier; but I can plead illustrious...
7From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, 15 March 1780 (Hamilton Papers)
[ Amboy, New Jersey, March 15, 1780. On March 17, Hamilton wrote to Elizabeth Schuyler : “I wrote you a hasty letter two days ago.” Letter not found. ]
8From Alexander Hamilton to Catharine Livingston and Elizabeth Schuyler, [January–February 1780] (Hamilton Papers)
Col Hamiltons compliments to Miss Livingston and Miss Schuyler. He is sorry to inform them that his zeal for their service make him forget that he is so bad a Charioteer as hardly to dare to trust himself with so precious a charge; though if he were only to consult his own wishes like Phaeton he would assemble the chariot of the sun, if he were sure of experiencing the same fate. Col Tilghman...
9From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [20 July 1780] (Hamilton Papers)
It is an age my dearest since I have received a letter from you; the post is arrived and not a line. I know not to what to impute your silence; so it is I am alarmed with an apprehension ⟨of your⟩ being ill. Sometimes I suspect a ⟨– – –⟩ of your letters. Sometimes my anx⟨iety accuses⟩ you of negligence but I chide my⟨self⟩ whenever it does. You know ⟨very well⟩ how precious your letters are to...
10From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [3 September 1780] (Hamilton Papers)
I wrote you last night the inclosed hasty note in expectation that your papa would take his leave of us this morning early; a violent storm in which our house is tumbling about our ears prevents him. He and Meade are propping the house (I mean the Marquis), and I sit down to indulge the pleasure I always feel in writing to you. The little song you sent me I have read over and over. It is very...