Today In History: July 11, 1804

Today in history my boyfriend was shot and killed. Well – he was alive obviously, on July 10. But then he was killed in a duel on July 11 … and so now he is dead. He was killed only a couple of miles from where I live now.

Old posts of mine below with a ton of great quotes from him.

He’s my favorite. Of course he was. He’s my dead boyfriend. When I get home tonight, I’ll stop by his statue on the cliff near my house and pay my respects.


“An active and scheming mind …”

“A total dissolution of nature”

“I dread the vehement character of your people”

“You are invited to deliberate upon a new Constitution for the United States of America”

“Take mankind in general, they are vicious”

“a division … into the few and the many”

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21 Responses to Today In History: July 11, 1804

  1. JFH says:

    The wrong person “lost” the dual. (Not that Hamilton tried to win)

    Alexander Hamilton served under Washington and mutually respected each… Burr had the same relationship with Benedict Arnold.

    Nuff said!

  2. red says:

    The whole not-trying-to-win thing is really interesting to me.

    Aaron Burr – what a wack job!!! “Let me go set myself up as Dictator For Life in New Mexico” or whatever … what???

    It is interesting to think what would have happened if Hamilton had lived. He was pretty much politically dead in the water at that time.

  3. Nightfly says:

    Hahahahah! “Oh yeah, well… I’ll invent New Mexico, SO THERE!”

    You have GOT to follow up “74 Facts” with “My Poor Dead Boyfriend.” Just open it up the same way you opened this post. “Today in history my dead boyfriend was killed… And since he was killed, now he is dead. The man who killed him threatened to invent New Mexico and live there.”

    I’m dying – and because he’s your dead boyfriend I feel guilty for laughing so hard, which makes me laugh more. I’m an idiot.

  4. Nightfly says:

    PS – you’ve got to work in the phrase “a-boo-hoo-hoo” somehow.

  5. Cullen says:

    I’m currently re-reading Founding Brothers — slowly, with all the school work going on — but it’s so interesting to see what brought the both of them to that point.

    Alexander Hamilton, the original short-man syndrome sufferer.

  6. red says:

    cullen – Oh God, isn’t that a wonderful book? It starts out with the duel, right? I love Ellis.

    And the dude may have been short but I am CERTAIN that he made it up in other ways. :) Consider the poem he wrote at age 15:

    Coelia’s an artful little slut
    Be fond, she’ll kiss, et cetera – but
    She must have all her will;
    For, do but rub her ‘gainst the grain
    Behold a storm, blow winds and rain,
    Go bid the waves be still.


  7. red says:

    Nightfly – omigod – hahahahahahaha that is an awesome idea!! Let me think about it – I love it!

  8. red says:

    And isn’t “a-boo-hoo” just about the most hostile thing ever? I love it. It’s so so MEAN. It must be used very sparingly because of its mean-ness.

  9. Resurgere says:

    CLEARLY your first movie should be:
    (Somewhere in Time)

    This would tie just about all of your recent posts together nicely.

    Dead boyfriend. Yeesh.

    You had me going until I read the date.

  10. DBW says:

    You probably already know this, Sheila, but I recently read a fascinating account of a duel between Andrew Jackson and Charles Dickinson(I don’t mean to steal any thunder from your boyfriend, BTW-just thought you might be interested). This duel says quite a lot about Jackson. Without getting into a lot of details about the reasons for the duel, Jackson bet Dickinson and his father-in-law on a horse race. The race never took place as Dickinson’s side forfeited an agreed upon amount. There arose some controversy over that settlement which was fueled by those who wanted to see Dickinson kill Jackson. Dickinson was widely seen as the best shot in Tennessee, and maybe the entire country. After many insults, Jackson challenged D. to a duel. Jackson realized he was at a distinct disadvantage as D. was such a superior shot. He determined that he could never outshoot D., so he decided to stand and take the first shot, survive it if he could, and then retaliate. The day of the duel, D. entertained his entourage with incredible trick shots, including shooting a string from which dangled an apple–the apple fell to the ground. When the moment came, D. turned quickly and shot. The bullet entered Jackson’s chest, breaking two ribs, and lodged near his heart. Jackson DIDN’T move. D. cried out, “My God, have I missed him!” Carefully, Jackson took aim, and pulled the trigger. The pistol stopped at half-cocked, which didn’t count as a shot. Jackson, who was quite seriously injured, calmly recocked the gun, took careful aim, and shot D., mortally wounding him. Jackson was criticized by some, who felt it bordered on murder that he didn’t fire immediately, but he knew his only chance was to weather the first shot, and shoot carefully–if he could. The kind of control and steely-mindedness it took to decide on that plan of action, and then enact it, impresses the hell out of me.

  11. red says:

    DBW – holy shit. That is an incredible story. You told it really well, too.

    I don’t know all that much about Jackson – but the little I do know is RIGHT in keeping with the character described in this tale.

  12. Nightfly says:

    DB – oh, absolutely. And not only did he do all that, he went into the duel knowing damned well that he would HAVE to do all that, that Dickinson would not miss his chance. He challenged him to a duel anyway. Even if it killed him, he was going to do what he felt he must do.

    Not surprisingly, when Jackson was President and folks like Henry Clay were beginning to agitate for secession, it didn’t happen on his watch. There had been a discussion about it (I think at a state function, it’s been years since I’ve read about it) and Ol’ Hickory settled the question by saying, simply, “The Union must be preserved,” and then openly staring down Clay, in public.

    Would you have gone to war with Andy Jackson after that? Neither did Clay.

    I’ll never look at a twenty the same way again.

  13. red says:

    I love how everyone is skipping over Hamilton’s dirty little poem.

    Heh heh. That’s fine. I’ll just keep reading it myself then.

    Me and Hamilton? We’re like THIS!

  14. DBW says:

    I’m not skipping over the poem. I knew an artful little slut myself once. That loss is just to painful to revisit.

  15. red says:

    I am truly sorry to have brought up a painful memory, DBW, of your artful little slut. I will just say this. I hope that you did not “rub her ‘gainst the grain” – slut or not.

    Simple simple rules to live by.


  16. Independent George says:

    Dirty or not, that poem is waaaaay better than anything I ever wrote, much less anything I wrote when I was 15. Now I suddenly have this image of a young Alexander Hamilton carving that into his desk during study hall while listening to Led Zeppelin on his headphones.

    (Dammit, what’s that word to describe when you’re thinking of something that doesn’t match the time period? I need Google to invent the reverse dictionary – it’s on the tip of my tongue but I just can’t reach it. Heck, for that matter, what’s the word to describe being unable to remember the exact word that fits what you’re trying to describe?)

  17. red says:

    Anachronism? Is that the word? I wanted to say apocryphal but that’s not right either.

    I love your modern-day image of Hamilton in class with Zeppelin. hahahaha

    The poem, too, shows a knowledge of female sexual response – and its … WHIMS!!! (nice way to put it!) – which is kind of surprising in a boy that age.

  18. DBW says:

    I believe anachronistic is the word George was looking for, but I KNOW that Whims is absolutely the correct descriptive term.

  19. red says:

    Don’t even get me started. Thank God for patient boyfriends.

  20. Independent George says:

    Anachronism is exactly the word I was looking for. True story: I was on the train home last night when it finally came to me, and I actually exclaimed “Anachronism!” aloud. I was mildly embarassed, but mostly I was proud of myself because not remembering the word was really ticking me off.

    I’m now tempted to scrawl that poem inside one of the bathroom stalls at work – I think it would really class up the graffiti. (You’d think a big accounting firm wouldn’t have a graffiti problem in the office bathroom. I think the best we can hope for is a better class of graffiti. Maybe some Chaucer?)

    Thank God for patient boyfriends.

    Dead boyfriends are really great in that regard.

  21. Liz Hahn says:

    I’m a Direct Descendant of Stephen Burr, the first president of Princeton, who’s brother was (Correct me if I’m wrong) Aaron Burr. Or his Nephew. The Family Tree gets kind of confusing, but The stuff about Stephen Burr is accurate.