"My very dear Eliza, this letter will not be delivered to you unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career to begin a happy immortality. I'd need not tell you of the pangs I feel from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel. Nor could I dwell on the topic lest it should unman me. Fly to the bosom of your God and be comforted. With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world. Adieu best of wives and best of women. Ever yours, Alexander."


Alexander had left his family in tremendous debt. Had he lived, he could've paid it off, but since he died, his creditors were demanding payment. Poor Eliza was forced to rely on the charity of friends and family to support her children and pay off the debts. She even had to sell her home.

Although close to poverty, and grief-stricken over losing five realities so close to each other (her mother a year before Alexander's duel; her father a few months after her husband; Peggy, as you know; and her 2nd brother John), she wouldn't lose her dignity. She successfully petitioned the government to give her a pension, which her husband had refused, as she was the widow of a war veteran. She even demanded apologies from the men that had wronged her husband.

Luckily, she was smart and well liked. Back in 1798, Eliza had joined the Society for the Relief of Poor Widows with Small Children, which was great for her and her younger children. Eventually, she was able to buy back her home and pay back her family's debts.


Adrienne laid on her deathbed in her family's recovered home in France. Thankfully she was able to get it back. She had been through a lot during her lifetime, and as I said before, she was suffering from: stomach pains, blisters, sores, and abscesses from her time imprisoned. Her condition had gotten worse in recent months, and she felt that her death was drawing near. She surrounded herself with the loved ones who had managed to survive the Reign of Terror, and said her goodbyes.

Lafayette, being the devoted husband he always tried to be, well I said tried, tended to her throughout her last days.

"Gilbert." Adrienne said with her dying breath.

Lafayette gripped her hands. "Yes, my love?"

"I am all yours." Then she saw her dead loved ones. She smiled, and soon joined them.


Sally put her hand to her stomach, she could feel her latest child kicking inside. She was pregnant for the 5th time, which would end up being the 2nd to last time. She hoped this child would live, as her first child, Harriet I, had died at two, and her third child, Thenia, named after one of Sally's sisters, had died in infancy.

There was a knock. Sally didn't bother asking who it was, she knew. "Come in." Sally replied.

The door opened. And Thomas Jefferson entered the room, which he had given Sally free-range to decorate. "Hello Sally."

"Hello Sir." Sally greeted, "Busy day?"

"Yes." Then he plopped down on the bed. "I'm trying to dismantle Hamilton's financial system, but if I do, it could ruin the country!"

"Well, Sir, if you don't mind me being frank," Jefferson nodded, giving her permission, "why don't you swallow your pride and let it stand?"

"I don't wanna!"

"Jefferson." Sally said in a pitying and commanding tone.

"What?" Jefferson asked, "I'm a grown man, I can do what I want."

"Like impregnate a teenager."

"I said I was sorry. And I made up for it." Jefferson kept his word to Sally and Patsy, as you might recall. And his children with Sally were allowed to stay about the house, with the only chores they had to do were lessons and errands. Jefferson wanted all his sons to play the violin and learn carpentry. (Which they would the latter when they turned 14)

"True, but you didn't stop."

"A lot of people consider 18 adulthood, or young adulthood."

"Yes, but you are very persuasive."

He neared her, "As are you."

"James is my brother, why wouldn't I want him free?"

"What about Peter?"

"He never asked."

Jefferson rolled his eyes. While in France, Jefferson had spent a great deal of money having James Hemmings trained in French cuisine. James had become a renowned chef in the U.S., and he wanted his freedom. But Jefferson would only grant his freedom if James trained someone else to take his place as chef. That person was his brother Peter.

Sally felt another kick. She placed a hand to her stomach.

Jefferson saw this, and after a moment of thought said, "Have you decided on a name?"

"Well, if it's a girl, I was thinking of Martha. After Patsy."

Jefferson nodded, "Well, if it's a boy, what about Madison?"

"After your friend?"

"Of course!"

Sally thought about it. She knew how close the two were, but she really wanted to name her child after a relative.

"C'mon." Jefferson said, "You like his wife." Since Jefferson and Madison were such good friends, Madison's wife, the famous Dolley Madison would act as the White House hostess when Patsy wasn't available. Also, they would visit each other frequently. And do you remember Madison was given custody of Jefferson's nephews when he was made Ambassador to France?

"True." She had her suspicions about the nature of Jefferson and Madison's relationship, but she held her tongue. "I'll think about it." Her answer ended up being yes.


Philip Church had bought a stretch of New York land that was near the Pennsylvania border in a foreclosure sale in 1800. Being smart, he made it a village, and named it after his dear mother, Angelica. Although it didn't become a proper village until 1803. By then it had log cabins, a sawmill and a gristmill.

In 1806, Angelica and her husband began building a mansion, the Belvidere, near the village. They had intended it to be their summer home, but four years later, their oldest son and his wife Anna Matilda Stewart, made it their new home, even though it wasn't finished.


George III had had two boughts of what the people of the time called, "madness", but today, most people chalk it up to porphyria. Finally, in 1811, he had his final bought. He would eventually end up nearly blind and deaf.

Needing someone to run the government, George's eldest son, the future George IV, who was more interested in annoying his father than running the government, was sworn in as Prince Regent. He would rule in his father's place again until he recovered. However, this time he wouldn't recover, and the self-indulgent pleasure seeking George IV remained in charge until his death in 1830. Since his only legitimate child died while giving birth to her still-born child, his brother William took over as William IV. William IV was succeeded by his niece, the famous Queen Victoria.


James Madison was an unlikely candidate, given his lack of personality. But his wife was so popular and full of personality, that she made James electable by association. She hosted most of the White House functions in place of her nervous husband.

As you will soon learn my dears, Britain had a large empire, and was almost always at war. During the Napoleonic Wars, Britain was in desperate need of soldiers and sailors, so the government began kidnapping random people to serve in the navy. Yes it sucks, that's why we left them.

Now, America might've been willing to turn a blind eye, after all, Napoleon was Europe's problem, but Britain, being jerks, began kidnapping American sailors because the U.S. was a former British colony.

When the US asked England to stop, they refused. Eventually, enough was enough, and James Madison asked Congress to declare war, becoming the first U.S. President to formally ask Congress to declare war. And that's what started the War of 1812, which lasted a whole lot longer than 1812.

I don't name these wars.

OOO

The British knew that the President's House was important to the nation. So they burned it down. Madison was the first to flee, Dolley however stayed behind. She refused to leave without taking some key things, like a large portrait of George Washington.

"Either take it, or let it burn!" Dolley ordered. Not wanting the painting to burn, the portrait was taken into Dolley's escape carriage.

Dolley was eventually reunited with her husband a day later at a tavern.

OOO

Francis Scott Key sat on the boat. He had come there for his client, who had been arrested by the English. Due to the planned bombardment of Fort McHenry, neither hostage was allowed to leave the boat until the next day, which happened to be that day.

"Will they surrender?" Francis, who had seen and heard the bombardment thought.

As dawn approached, Francis looked at the flag, wondering if it would be that of the nation, or the one of surrender. To his complete joy, it was the flag of the nation. Feeling elated, he wrote a 16 verse poem, The Star Spangled Banner. He had it published, and it became incredibly popular. Eventually, it was set to the tune of a popular drinking song, and the first verse became our National Anthem.

Yes our. I'm a U.S. Citizen, and since you're my children, that extends to you. If at least one of your parents is a U.S. citizen, then you're an automatic citizen.


Mary Godwin felt upset. Her pregnant step-sister had convinced her and her boyfriend to follow Lord Byron (the step-sister's Baby Daddy) to Lake Geneva. The weather had turned terrible due to the volcanic winter caused by the eruption of Mt. Tambora, and to pass the time, she, her step-sister Clare Claremont, Lord Byron, and Mary's boyfriend Percy Bysshe Shelly, had decided to tell ghost stories.

Everyone had been able to get on with their stories, but not Mary. As she got ready for bed, she heard Percy and Byron talk about a man who was able to make a dead frog, and later an executed criminal, move about with electricity.

She couldn't sleep. Around 2 am, she had a waking dream. She saw a pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. Mary saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the World.

The next day, she announced to her companions, "I have thought of a story." Then she told them the story of Frankenstein.


Lafayette smiled. He was finally returning to America. Joining him was a secretary, and his oldest son. Bertie was back in America, having returned quite some time ago. Although he kept in touch through letter.

Lafayette had been invited by President James Monroe and Congress, to take a tour of the U.S, which now included 24 states. Lafayette had never felt so happy, he would finally get to be in his second home, and see some old friends.

The tour started in New York, where Lafayette and his entourage were greeted by veterans of the Revolutionary War. He even spotted "Robert Hoodson" among the crowd. He went to "him" and greeted him.

"Ah, Hoodson." Lafayette greeted.

"Laffie." Hoodson greeted. Then they gave each other a hug.

"I've missed you, Carol." Lafayette whispered in her ear.

"So have I." Caroline whispered back in her natural voice.

When they finally let go of each other, Lafayette asked, "So, is your cousin here?"

"Why yes she is." Caroline answered in her man's voice. "And she brought her son with her, he got along quite well with Georges, I hear." There was a smile, a knowing game.

"Why yes he did." Lafayette replied, "The two are like brothers."

They laughed. It was nice to share a laugh.

It seemed like a grand time, but Lafayette soon found it kinda draining; people were constantly coming at him, telling him how much they admired him, and reminiscing on old times. Things were slightly calm when Eliza interviewed him, as she was doing with every soldier who had fought by her late husband's side. Lafayette was saddened that he couldn't attend the funeral, but he was all the way over in Europe, and lacked the funds to visit.

The city erupted in four continuous days and nights of celebration. One of the highlights was Caroline Robinson, who wore a beautiful brown ballgown.

"Hello Laffie." Caroline greeted her old friend.

"Carol!" Lafayette cried and embraced her.

"I'm so glad you're safe and sound."

"And I you. Would you dance with me?"

"Of course." Caroline answered. And when the next dance came, the two danced together. In fact, they danced almost every dance they could together. The other ladies got jealous, and spread rumors, which Eliza was quick to shoot down. Angelica would've joined her, but she had died in 1814.

"I shall miss you during the rest of the tour." Lafayette told her.

"I shall miss you too." Caroline replied, "But, I'm glad I got to see you again."

"Carol, I was wondering,"

"Yes?"

"If you and Bertie would like to join me for the rest of the tour."

Caroline was shocked. Sure, she missed him, but, to leave her home for months again? "What about the rumors?"

Lafayette thought for a moment, "You're right." Then he smirked, "What about your cousin?"

"I suppose."

While they were talking, Bertie and Georges talked to each other.

"Georges!"

"Bertie!"

The two brothers hugged each other.

"It's been a long time." Bertie told his brother.

"Yes it has." Georges said, "Have you brought your wife?" After his visit to France, Bertie had married Artie's daughter.

"Of course." Bertie answered, then he brought forward a beautiful young woman with dark hair, light brown skin and stunning green eyes. She wore a beautiful beige ballgown. "Georges, this is my wife, Anna. Anna, this is my brother, Georges. Do you remember each other from my birthday?"

"Yes." They said in unison.

"I must say, you've certainly grown." Georges said.

"And so have you." Anna answered, she extended her hand, and her brother-in-law kissed it.

"How long are you going to be here?" Bertie asked.

"Four days." Georges answered, "Then it's off to Philadelphia."

"Sounds like a long journey." Anna said.

"Oui. But, it's good to see the world." Georges answered.

"I agree. And your visit is really putting everyone in a Patriotic mood. I heard that Philadelphia is renovating the Old State House." Bertie said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they were going to tear it down because they had let it decay, but they need a place to receive you."

"Isn't that where the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were signed?" Georges asked.

"Yes." Bertie answered.

"Why would they tear down history?"

Bertie shrugged, "People are dumb."

They chatted for a while, and danced together. While they chatted, Bertie suggested that he, Anna and Caroline join them on their tour. Georges was happy to have his brother and sister-in-law join him on his tour, but Caroline felt a bit hesitant.

OOO

The party had finally made it to Virginia. They went to Jefferson's house, as he had invited them.

"Ah, Monsuir Lafayette!" Jefferson greeted with Patsy on his arm.

"Monsuir Jefferson!" Lafayette greeted, and they went towards each other to embrace, "Glad to see you again."

"And you." Jefferson replied, "You remember my daughter Patsy?"

"Yes." Lafayette answered as he turned to her, "And I must say you've grown into a beautiful young lady. Time seems to be moving so fast."

"Oui Monsuir." Patsy answered, and she held out her hand to be kissed, "I trust your journey was smooth?"

Lafayette kissed her hand with gentleness. "Oui." Then he turned to his companions, "You remember my son Georges?"

"Oui." Jefferson and Patsy replied.

"He certainly looks like you." Jefferson said.

"Thank you."

Jefferson shook his hand, "Pleasure to see you again."

"And you, Monsuir Jefferson." Georges replied, "Allow me to introduce my brother, his wife and his mother, John Gilbert Robinson, Anna Hoodson Robinson, and Caroline Guinevere Robinson."

"Pleasure to meet you." Bertie said to the former president.

"And you." Jefferson replied, "I remember seeing your portrait on Lafayette's desk. He said you were the son and cousin of a few dear friends to him."

"That would be me, sir." Caroline replied, "And my late husband, Paul Robinson, no relation, apart from marriage, and my cousin Robert Hoodson, who is back in New York. He didn't feel well enough to travel."

"Well, please send him my condolences." Jefferson replied, "I've heard much of him and you."

"I will." Caroline replied, "And Lafayette and my friend Angelica has mentioned you."

"Angelica Church?" Jefferson asked.

"Yes." Caroline replied, "We met years ago while she was slumming with her sisters. I was running errands, and we met."

"Ah yes, that's right." Jefferson exclaimed, "She mentioned you during tea that one time." He turned to Lafayette, "Do you remember, Lafayette?"

"Oui." Lafayette answered with a smile. He remembered well how the great Thomas Jefferson was left speechless and dumbfounded by the charming Angelica, who was no doubt smirking in heaven.

"Monsuir?" Patsey asked Lafayette.

"Oui?"

"How long was your journey?"

"Oh not long." Lafayette answered, "We travelled here from Mount Vernon, lovely place."

"So I hear." Patsy replied.

"Doesn't your father take you places?" Lafayette asked, for he knew Jefferson visited the place at least once.

"Yes, but I've been busy lately." Patsey answered, "Would you and your companions like to rest and freshen up before dinner?"

And so they were shown their rooms. They were given three rooms: One for Bertie and Anna; one for Georges and the secretary Auguste; and at Lafayette's insistence, one for him and Caroline. Lafayette sharing a room with woman was frowned upon and questioned. Lafayette and Caroline were quick to shut down any rumors.

The trip was meant to be a four-month tour of the 13 original states. But due to winter being winter, and the pleading of others, it became an 18 month trip of all the states at that time. Which was 16. During that time, Lafayette and Caroline managed to rekindle their extremely close bond.

"Caroline?" Lafayette asked one evening while the two were getting ready for bed.

"Yes?"

"Um..." Lafayette felt suddenly nervous, "I'll miss you when I return to France."

"And I'll miss you." Caroline replied.

"I was uh, wondering, if you would like to come back with me?"

Caroline was taken aback. "Live with you?"

"Yes, if you want to." Lafayette answered, "I doubt anyone will give you too much trouble. And if you're worried about respectability, well France is more accepting of extra-marital affairs, or it was."

Caroline thought it over, then she said, "Marry me, and I'll say yes."

Lafayette smiled. He took her in his arms and said, "I will!"


Eliza had become her husband. While before her husband's death, Eliza was a woman who liked to take her time and enjoy the simple things in life, now she was a woman who worked non-stop for the things she believed in. She was more outspoken, more focused on the little time she had to make the world a better place and to keep the ones she loved in memory.

She started work on Alexander's biography, although she soon roped in her older sister and her 4th son, the 3rd one who was still living, as the work was becoming too much. Then, knowing how much of a father-figure Washington had been for her husband, and of how much she herself respected and adored his wife, Eliza took it upon herself to ensure that the Washington Monument was built. She wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

Please remember my dears, that she was doing all of this while raising her younger children on limited funds, and taking care of Angie, who was still hadn't recovered from her older brother's death. She was also doing other things...

OOO

Eliza smiled. Years of campaigning had finally paid off, somewhat. In 1799, New York passed a Gradual Emancipation act that turned all slave children born after July 4, 1799 into indentured servants until they were young adults. This was a small success in the ending of slavery, and Pennsylvania passed a similar law in 1780, but slavery was still in existence. In In 1817 a new law passed that would free slaves born before 1799 but not until 1827.

It was again, a small victory, but one she was proud of. Next up, was the rest of the country. That would prove more difficult due to slavery becoming a critical part of the South's economy and the rich like always, didn't want anything to impede on their wealth, not even human rights.

OOO

Eliza and her oldest surviving son, lawyer and former member of the 42nd New York State Legislature Alexander Jr, and his wife Eliza P. Knox, arrived at the house of Dr. Mathew. They had been invited there for dinner, and since everyone was nervous about how Angie would act, she was left at home with her sister.

When they entered the house, they were shown into a privet drawing room. It was nicely furnished, not too sparse, not too cluttered. Two women nervously entered, the older one (who bore a good resemblance to Peggy) was wore a stunning red dress with red-orange accents, the younger one wore a red and orange dress with lace trim.

"Glad you all could make it here." The younger woman said.

"Thank you for inviting us." Eliza warmly said.

"You're welcome." The woman said, "I'm Susan Reynolds, and this is my mother Mariah."

"Hello." Mariah said.

"Mariah." Eliza whispered. Could this be her?

"I know you must hate me." Mariah said, "But I never meant to hurt anyone."

"Well you hurt my mother." Alex said.

"I know. And I'm deeply sorry." Mariah said as she began to break down into tears, "My first husband, James, he was so cruel. He abused me, threatened our daughter, and when I tried to stand up for myself, he'd be harsher. He promised me he would treat me better, but he never did! I had to comply to keep Susan safe."

Susan comforted her mother, as she always did.

Eliza, filled with compassion, went to Mariah. She took her hands. "I know you are remorseful." She gently said, "And I accept your apology."

Mariah smiled, "Oh thank you!" She said through tears.


In 1833, Aaron Burr had managed to marry again. He took for his 2nd wife, a wealthy widow named Eliza Jumel. However, after four months, the marriage ended because Burr was misusing her money. She wanted a divorce, and got the 2nd son of the man he killed to be her divorce lawyer. That's right, Alexander Hamilton Jr was the divorce lawyer for Aaron Burr Jr's 2nd wife.

However, just as the divorce was being finalized, Burr died of natural causes. He joined his parents, grandfather, grandson, his beloved first wife, and his daughter.


John Church Hamilton sat at his desk, working. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?"

"Ellie." Came the voice.

"I'm busy." John replied.

"On Father's biography?"

"No."

"John!" The door burst open, and Eliza Hamilton Holly stormed in.

"Ellie." John said, trying to calm his little sister, "It's a lot of work."

"I know." Ellie said as she crossed her arms. "I helped Mother with some of it. Now she's near death, and you seem nowhere near done!"

"Do you know how much editing I have to do of his letters?" John protested.

"Editing?" Ellie asked confused.

"Some of what he wrote can't be published, and could bring ruin to us all."

"Like his letters to Laurens?"

"How do you know?"

"Angie." Ellie answered, "I didn't believe her at first, but I overheard Mother talking to one of Father's portraits."

"She still call him 'Step-Father'?"

"Yes."

"She should stop."

"You try telling her."

"She barely recognizes me."

"And me!" Ellie then sighed, "Poor dear. How close was she to Philip?"

"Very." John answered, "I remember them always arm-in-arm, debating, acting like a married couple." Tears started to come to his eyes. "I miss them. We were so young."

Ellie hugged him to comfort him. "I was younger. I barely remember it. You're lucky."

John hugged her back, and despite himself, tears flowed. "I wonder if we'll ever get her back."

"We will." Ellie answered, "But I'm afraid it will come with her death."

John heaved a heavy sigh. "At least we'll all be together in Heaven."

"Safe and sound."

They stayed in silence in each other's arms for a while. Then John broke the silence. "I should get back to work."

"I'll help you." Ellie answered.

"It's a lot of work."

"I can handle it." She sat down and started organizing. John sighed and reluctantly allowed her to help.

John would take up his mother's mantle of telling Alexander's story. He was his first biographer, and presented the first official statue of him in 1880. He had even named his oldest son after his father, and his youngest son (who was child #13 by the way) "Laurens". Who like his namesake would die a pointless death in war. John did publish his father's biography, unfortunately, Eliza was long dead at the time.


"And that my dears, once again is the story of Hamilton." I say as I rest my hands on my pregnant stomach. 5th pregnancy, 2nd set of triplets. Honestly, we all thought that the first set would be the last pregnancy. Because 8 kids is enough. But about two years ago I got pregnant with the quadruplets. I love them all, but 12 kids. We were all sure that they would be the last, but, in September, we found out I was pregnant again. Hopefully this will be the last.

"Tell us another story Mama!" Clipy, my oldest daughter asks.

"It's bedtime." I sternly answer, "I told you a two night story in one night. Time for bed."

"But you know I'm a Night Owl." Clipy complains.

"But you and Mommy are the only ones." I tell her, "Look, Daddy and Mercky are already falling asleep."

"They're Morning Larks."

"Eclipsa, I said bedtime." Yes she was named after Eclipsa Butterfly from Star vs the forces of Evil.

"But—"

"Listen to Mama." My "true" husband (We're legally married in both Fayland, and the U.S.), Aussie says, cutting Clipy off. The girl responds by folding her arms and pouting. For a gifted 8-year-old, you'd think she'd be more mature.

"Papa's right." Me and our wife, Canis say.

"But Mummy." Clipy protests.

"I'll tell you a story later." Canis replies.

"No! Mama tells the best stories!"

"Eclipsa," Canis glares, "if you don't go to bed, I'll make you."

Clipy pouts. After a while of staring, she crosses her arms. She's been defeated.

I can't help but smile.

Time to get ready for bed. Since it's A night, Aussie gets the Girl Twins; Canis gets the Triplets; our nannies Maria and Frank gets the Quadruplets; my my sister-in-law Mia gets Davy; and my handmaid Nettle helps me get ready. Normally I could do just fine, but since I'm so big, I need the extra help. Man I hope this is the last pregnancy, I can't go through this every other year. And I have more than enough children. The Co-ed twins are old enough to get themselves ready for bed, and Leo's tired.

After saying and kissing goodnight to everyone, I get ready for bed. I love telling stories, and learning and sharing knowledge and wisdom. Hopefully at least one of my children will too. I wonder who among my family will tell my story when I'm gone? I know Canis and Leo will outlive me by a few hundred years.

Maybe, I could?

"Nettle?" I say.

"Yes, madame?"

"I'm thinking of writing a memoir."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure it'll be wonderful."