It was my original intention to write
a biography of Alexander Hamilton in a more flexible
manner than is customary with that method of reintroducing
the dead to the living, but without impinging upon
the territory of fiction. But after a visit to
the British and Danish West Indies in search of the
truth regarding his birth and ancestry, and after
a wider acquaintance with the generally romantic character
of his life, to say nothing of the personality of
this most endearing and extraordinary of all our public
men, the instinct of the novelist proved too strong;
I no sooner had pen in hand than I found myself working
in the familiar medium, although preserving the historical
sequence. But, after all, what is a character
novel but a dramatized biography? We strive to
make our creations as real to the world as they are
to us. Why, then, not throw the graces of fiction
over the sharp hard facts that historians have laboriously
gathered? At all events, this infinitely various
story of Hamilton appealed too strongly to my imagination
to be frowned aside, so here, for better or worse,
is the result. Nevertheless, and although the
method may cause the book to read like fiction, I
am conscientious in asserting that almost every important
incident here related of his American career is founded
on documentary or published facts or upon family tradition;
the few that are not have their roots among the probabilities,
and suggested themselves. As for the West Indian
part, although I was obliged to work upon the bare
skeleton I unearthed in the old Common Records and
Church Registers, still the fact remains that I did
find the skeleton, which I have emphasized as far
as is artistically possible. No date is given
nor deed referred to that cannot be found by other
visitors to the Islands. Moreover, I made a careful
study of these Islands as they were in the time of
Hamilton and his maternal ancestors, that I might be
enabled to exercise one of the leading principles
of the novelist, which is to create character not
only out of certain well-known facts of heredity,
but out of understood conditions. In this case
I had, in addition, an extensive knowledge of Hamilton’s
character to work backward from, as well as his estimate
of the friends of his youth and of his mother.
Therefore I feel confident that I have held my romancing
propensity well within the horizon of the probabilities;
at all events, I have depicted nothing which in any
way interferes with the veracity of history.
However, having unburdened my imagination, I shall,
in the course of a year or two, write the biography
I first had in mind. No writer, indeed, could
assume a more delightful task than to chronicle, in
any form, Hamilton’s stupendous services to
this country and his infinite variety.
G.F.A.
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