A letter from Hamilton to “Betsy”, his fiance – soon to be wife. It was 1780, the war was still going on. Betsy never wrote to him often enough, in his worldview. He peppered her with letters, she was noticeably lackadaisacal in responding. It drove him nuts, as this excerpt will show:
For god’s sake My Dear Betsy try to write me oftener and give me the picture of your heart in all its varieties of light and shade. Tell me whether it feels the same for me or did when we were together, or whether what seemed to be love was nothing more than a generous sympathy. The possibility of this frequently torments me.
Her non-responsive letter-writing-ness (or whatever) continued to be an issue for him His letters are often signed with such things as: “Impatiently, My Dearest”, etc.
