Do not act inconsistently with your own sentiments — the Eyes of your friends & of your Country are upon you, they are in expectation & think themselves in view of a valuable Casket, for your own sake, for theirs & for the sake of posterity disappoint them not by coming up a bundle of Carolina Rushes.
Henry Laurens to John Laurens, February 6, 1775
No pressure tho.
[I]t is worth observing that with the exception of a few real intimates, those who knew John Laurens best seem to have mourned him least. Washington’s judgment gives a clue to why: “intrepidity bordering on rashness” was his only fault. Greene’s report makes the explanation clearer: “Poor Laurens has fallen in a paltry little skirmish. You knew his temper, and I predicted his fate. The love of military glory made him seek it upon occasions unworthy [of] his rank.” Such censure of a dead man was unusual of Greene; to understand it we need to recall that he had lost not only an officer but also nearly half of his detachment. Nor was this the first time Laurens had rather foolhardily risked the lives of his troops. At Coosawhatchie, near the Georgia boundary, when he was wounded in 1779, he had disobeyed orders and crossed the river to engage the enemy. Only good luck and the presence of mind of one of his subordinates managed to keep the command from being captured. In short, Laurens was too often ready to back up reckless rhetoric with reckless action. Moreover, his letters were filled with references to death and to his willingness to bleed for his country. Having heard enough of this to make him uneasy, his father asked him what limits he put on his military service. “Glorious death, or the triumph of the cause in which we are engaged” was the response. That John alone – of all of Washington’s aides – courted death with sufficient ardor to win it during the war makes it significant that he placed victory second, as if he thereby unconsciously revealed a personal order of priorities.
― Robert Weir, “John Laurens: Portrait of a Hero”
Wanted to work on a non-white person, so here’s a sketch of J. Shrewsberry from Lams AU
all the Hamilton children which I’ve been able to find pictures of (so far)
- Philip (or William, if you feel like it) “aged 20”
- Alexander Jr. (1863, aged 77)
- John Church (by Alfred Thomas Agate, about 1840, aged 48)
- Philip (the second) “aged 78” (1880/1)
In the intercourse of these martial youths, there was a deep fondness of friendship, which approached the tenderness of feminine attachment. On the annunciation of his sad fate, Hamilton writes to La Fayette, — “Poor Laurens! he has fallen a sacrifice to his ardour, in a trifling skirmish in South Carolina. You know how truly I loved him, and will judge how much I regret him.”
This simple tribute of affection, conveyed a deeper meaning than is expressed; for while his country deplored the untimely fate of this their favourite youth, cut off in the career of honour, his friend knew the deep wound he had received at an early period of his life, and that there was that upon his memory which made the latest moment the most desired of his existence.
― John Church Hamilton, Life of Alexander Hamilton
Okay. So we know that Hamilton had a grandson through his son John named Laurens Hamilton, who drowned transporting James Monroe’s remains to Virginia when he was 23.
Apparently he also had a great-grandson named Laurens Hamilton, through his grandson William Hamilton (the original Laurens Hamilton’s brother). Who died of appendicitis in 1897, when he was 25.
Clearly this name is cursed and anyone who has it will not live beyond 30.
In addition to his upbringing, two episodes in John Laurens’s life indicate that there were tangible reasons for directing aggressions against himself. The first occurred because he was the oldest of three brothers being educated abroad. “You are the Man, the proper Man to be my friend while I live, & the friend of my younger family after my Death; you [are] therefore [the one] on whom, next to God, I rely,” his father confided to him. Put in these terms, the care of his younger brothers involved an awesome responsibility, but John accepted it manfully. A bit later he wrote to his father, enclosing letters from “our dear little Jemmy…. I promise to take great care of him.” This was written about January 1775; within the year John was to write that James, having fractured his skull while playing, was dead at the age of ten. Obviously John was not responsible, but as a later writer observed, his “sensitive nature…prompted him to bitter self reproaches.”
In addition, John was soon to have more justification for feeling guilty: sex. And it was not because he was not forewarned. His father’s one-time friend Sir Egerton Leigh had made himself notorious in Charleston by sleeping with Laurens’s cousin. On another Henry had used another man as an object lesson for a lecture on the dangers of an imprudent attachment. “There,” he wrote, “is a Bar to Fame – to Honest Fame & peace of Mind – the Work Hopes of Parents – the Labour & Laudable Ambition of all the Years in Youth – tumbled down – by a Baggage of no Value – the Love & friendship of Good Men – of a whole Community – prospect of Glory & future good Days – All – All sacrificed upon the knees of a little Freckled Faced ordinary Wench – Let other Men Comiserate [sic] his Wretchedness & take Heed.”
Not too many years later John himself was forced to confess that “Pity” had recently forced him to marry secretly without either parent’s permission and that he would soon be a father. Though socially his equal, John’s wife was English, and marriage on the eve of his return to America to fight against his wife’s native land could hardly be termed prudent. Nor was it necessarily indicative of romance, for Laurens neither took her with him nor waited for the birth of his daughter. And though his wife apparently went to France to meet him in 1781, there seems to be no evidence for the belief that they were presented together at court. In fact, if he saw her at all, it could only have been very briefly. Sometime after he left for America, she died in Flanders. How Laurens felt when he got the news is a fruitful subject for conjecture.
― Robert Weir, “John Laurens: Portrait of a Hero”
"It’s Colonel Laurens, right? I’ve heard about your valor at Germantown."
Decided to stop being lazy and get to practicing colors and backgrounds, so tried some theoretical Hamilton/Laurens introduction.
: For the essay basically every person but me did Hamilton v Jefferson on the national debt crisis and I did tjeffs and marshall on obamacare BUT FRICK GIRL IT WAS RLLY HARD AT FIRST
I personally don’t like these sorts of questions, given it’s not fair to look for answers about these sorts of things from dudes who haven’t had the benefit of about 200-some years of history to know what’s going on.
i just realized that i have to hand in this sheet of paper along with my essay
Hold on, let me whip out my Ouija Board:
A. Jefferson - “What is going on in the Ottoman Empire?”
B. Adams - “What the hell is an obamacare?”
C. Hamilton - *shooting up in the bathroom*