current sexuality: aubrey plaza’s aaron burr eyebrows
i feel like parton is trying to make a point here
gentle reminder that alexander hamilton once challenged the entire opposing party to a duel
Burr was now seldom seen, and when seen, was silent. The air of indifference it was his habit to affect, even towards his nearest friends, was no longer assumed. The conviction of his disappointed ambition, he could not conceal. Nor was this the whole. His credit was near its end. Penury was before him. In the midst of his spendthrift habits and luxurious tastes, his importunate creditors were pressing upon him. His dejection was dark, and deep, and despairing. What to do he was at a loss. What he did do—what occurred, looking at the past, and that which was near by, is hardly credible. Hamilton was at his country-seat; and soon after the early summer sun had arisen, was awakened by a violent ringing at the bell of his front door. He arose, descended, and found Burr at the door. With great agitation, he related circumstances which rendered immediate pecuniary assistance absolutely necessary to him. On returning to his bed, Hamilton relieved the anxiety of his wife, caused by this early call. ‘Who do you think was at the door—Colonel Burr.—He came to ask my assistance!’
Hamilton immediately endeavored to raise the desired sum, which was not without difficulty. While thus exerting himself, he ‘received a note from Colonel Burr, telling him to take no further trouble about it, couched in language which he interpreted as intending in despair to put an end to himself. General Hamilton immediately applied to Church and other of his friends, and raised the money for him.
John Church Hamilton, History of the Republic of the United States of America: As Traced in the Writings of Alexander Hamilton and His Contemporaries, Volume 7 (via elizajumel)
remember that post about how aaron burr was a cat person? well, guess what. his daughter theodosia definitely wasn’t.
(Charles Felton Pidgin: Theodosia, the First Gentlewoman of Her Time) Burr had written voluminously to his daughter concerning his acquaintanceship with Jeremy Bentham, and the pleasant times he passed with him at his house in London. Burr told his daughter that Bentham liked cats. She replied:
“I am sorry Jeremy Bentham likes cats. I hate them; but hence-forth I shall treat them with infinite deference, and, whenever a cat crosses my path, make her my obeisance as one of the family of his chosen favourites.”
Some time ago, Madame R., showing me her jewels, seemed particularly pleased with an earring of Italian sculpture out of conch-shell. Of course I admired them. To-day she made them a present to you. I declined as long as I could, for though they are pretty as curiosities, they are things not for you to wear. Still, they are very pretty to stare at and so you shall have them.
Aaron Burr to Theo, 1810
what not to wear
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cool dad aaron burr saves daughter from fashion suicide
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can we take a minute to appreciate burr’s solo lines in ‘washington on your side’ and how ridiculous they are in contrast to the rest of the song?
it must be nice, it must be nice, to have washington on your side
look in his eyes!
somebody has to stand up to his mouth!
and that’s it. madison and jefferson are going off all fired up about potential embezzling and southerners being disrespected, and the only thing burr can do is talk about hamilton’s eyes and mouth while being jealous that alexander hangs with washington all day.
a fun fact: there is ‘a pornographic biography’ of aaron burr - which was published anonymously in 1861
and yes, it gets pretty graphic
“Burr put his arm around her waist, and pressing her to his throbbing heart, applied his lips to those ivory globes which rounded up over her dress, almost to the nipples. The effect of this was instantly apparent. The warm-hearted girl sighed heavily, there was a choking sensation in her throat, and her large dark eyes were rolled up in her head with such a softness in their expression, that Burr must have been more or less than man, not to have desired a more intimate acquaintance with her. […] Burr threw up her clothes, and revealed such charms as seldom have been exposed to the light of the sun. The smooth, round belly, the voluminous yet compact thighs, the robust calf, and small foot and ankle, the satin smoothness of the skin, and other graces not to be mentioned, but whose pouting and moist freshness betokened a guarded virginity, which, however, longed for the pressure of manhood, all these so fired him with passion, that he had scarcely the necessary patience to prepare himself for the amorous encounter.”
so . vintage burr porn
@nathancrocker, look what exists. xD
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the private journal of aaron burr
For anyone curious as to how exactly Burr spent his money “like an ass”: he bought a coconut. (source)
Throughout his career, Hamilton was outspoken to a fault, while Burr was a man of ingrained secrecy. He gloried in his sphinxlike reputation and once described himself thus in the third person: “He is a grave, silent, strange sort of animal, inasmuch that we know not what to make of him.
Ron Chernow, Alexander Hamilton
Aaron Burr, Ultimate Mystery Bird.
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As for the duel with Hamilton, Burr almost never showed any remorse. Soon after returning to America, he visited his aunt, Rhoda Edwards, who worried about his immortal soul and warned him, “You have committed a great many sins against God and you killed that great and good man, Colonel Hamilton. I beseech you to repent and fly to the blood and righteousness of the Redeemer for pardon.” Burr found this rather quaint: “Oh, aunt, don’t feel too badly,” he replied. “We shall both meet in heaven.” One day, Burr was walking down Nassau Street in New York when Chancellor James Kent happened to see him. Kent lost all control, swooped down on Burr, and started flailing at him with his cane. “You are a scoundrel, sir!” Kent shouted. “A scoundrel!” His legendary aplomb intact, Burr tipped his hat and said, “The opinions of the learned Chancellor are always entitled to the highest consideration.” Then he bowed and walked away. Burr never lost his sense of humor about having killed Hamilton and made facetious references to “my friend Hamilton, whom I shot.” Once, in the Boston Athenaeum, Burr paused to admire a bust of Hamilton. “There was the poetry,” he said, tracing creases in Hamilton’s face with his finger. Another time, Burr paused at a tavern to refresh his horses and wandered over to a traveling waxworks exhibition. He suddenly came upon a tableau that represented him and Hamilton in the duel. Underneath ran this verse: “O Burr, O Burr, what has thou done? / Thou hast shooted dead great Hamilton. / You hid behind a bunch of thistle, / And shooted him dead with a great hoss pistol.” In relating the story, Burr roared with laughter. Only once did Burr betray any misgivings about killing Hamilton. While reading the scene in Laurence Sterne’s Tristram Shandy in which the tenderhearted Uncle Toby picks up a fly and delicately places it outside a window instead of killing it, Burr is said to have remarked, “Had I read Sterne more and Voltaire less, I should have known the world was wide enough for Hamilton and me.
Alexander Hamilton, Ron Chernow (via lessthansix)
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