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Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
"Do you, Arthur Lionheart, solemnly swear that you will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of your ability preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States?"
"I, Arthur Lionheart, do swear, so help me God."
A simple remark, delivered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, but it finalized the inauguration of Arthur Lionheart as the first President of the United States of America and marked the high point of an hours-long ceremony that had been ongoing since sunrise when artillery batteries sounded off at the nearby Fort Arthur. Church bells had rung across New York City for half an hour, and a colorful military parade had escorted the then-President Elect and his hundreds of guests (including the entirety of Congress, other American officials such as Governors, assorted notables of the American elite and foreign dignitaries from France and Spain) to the inauguration hall in the leadup to this moment.
After removing his hand from the Bible, kissing it and bowing to the crowd of gathered notables, Lionheart retreated to an adjoining chamber where he delivered his inaugural address. His manner was, as his friends and associates could expect of him in most social situations, fairly relaxed and easy-going despite the circumstances: he may as well have winked and smirked to the crowd when he engaged in a spot of self-deprecation and spoke of how he was 'peculiarly conscious of my own deficiencies', and his tone and expression only became more serious when speaking of the gravity of what it meant to be 'called by the country' to public duty, the need to ensure that 'the foundations of our National policy will be laid in the pure and immutable principles of private morality' to guarantee 'the pre-eminence of a free Government, exemplified by all the attributes which can win the affections of its Citizens, and command the respect of the world', and the protection of 'an indissoluble union between virtue and happiness, between duty and advantage, between the genuine maxims of an honest and magnanimous policy, and the solid rewards of public prosperity and felicity'.
Finally, following the inaugural speech, the inauguration of Vice-President Clare & his own speech, and the celebration of Divine Service at St. Paul's Chapel led by the Episcopal Bishop of New York, it was time for the real festivities to begin. As the sun set and the moon rose, the honor guard escorted a fleet of carriages bearing Lionheart, the hundreds of assembled elites, and their families to the Presidential Mansion on 1 Cherry Street. There a lavish dinner would be held to celebrate the occasion, with Lionheart and the guests seated around a massive round table - after all, are they not all equals, and he only a first among equals rather than a new king? No doubt to the displeasure of his own son - as finely dressed servants and favored slaves brought forth an assortment of dishes and spirits for their enjoyment, while fireworks lit up the night sky and could be safely observed from the mansion's windows or courtyard. Despite the new nation and Constitution's fragility, there was a mood of optimism and good cheer - though how long that would last as all gathered began to mingle and talk around & across the table at the event, remains to be seen.
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
As a newly minted Senator of Maryland Jean-Baptiste Bellerose was among the Congressional party, along with his first-born son Phillipe Bellerose, who serves as Representative for the state. Both were properly dressed, though Jean-Baptiste’s clothing seemed rather drab for his position, his hair equally unkempt. Jean-Baptiste took the opportunity to speak with the delegates from Spain and France, among whom he had many friends and allies from his time as the Minister to France during the war. The aging statesmen seemed concerned, and not without reason, all knew of the distressing events in Paris this past year.
The former General Pierre Bellerose was present as well, the “Savior of the South.” Having been abroad since the failures of the Articles of Confederation became evident. He wore a soldiers garments, with the Comitia Americana he had earned, displayed with pride. He eyed the crowd with care and affection, many here were old friends others old enemies. Pierre made small talk with those around him for a time, before seeking out Lionheart.. or President, or perhaps His Grace. Pierre knew not what Arthur would be called now, but he had a suspicion his old friend would not be fond of an extravagant title. He hoped Arthur would have a moment to spare, even with endless horde of statesmen nipping at his heels. The Acadian found the President surrounded by two fawning Congressmen, and announced his presence by clearing his throat audibly. “Mon vieil ami.” He began in French, speaking to the friend he had not seen in years since their retirements, switching to English for the convenience of the President. “Do you need me to save you from the politicians, Your Excellency?” He began with the slightest of smirks.
The Boks were there as well, perhaps the most influential family in the state where these proceedings were taking place. The patriarch Willem Bok Senior had let out a sigh of relief when the spirits began to flow, dabbing the sweat from his brow with an aging handkerchief. Willem Sr. was Governor of a New York and a man of high standing, but that did not mean he could not enjoy himself, or at least the aging Governor wouldn’t allow his position to stop him from enjoying himself. His son, the representative Willem Bok Junior, however eyed the crowd suspiciously. Allowing only water to pass his lips, the man brooded and prayed for a swift end to the festivities or at the least an opening to escape them with little notice.
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
Lionel Harrison, senator of New Hampshire, was one of the people who certainly would not miss this event for anything in the world. His cannons had roared across many battlefields that the now President Lionheart had led and he had been through thick fights as a result. It is thanks to the trust of His Excellency that Lionel rise high and rapidly. But yet, it was not just connection that ensured that rise, but also his aptitude. He had done his years in the military, just as his son, Robert, a former Commodore, had done as well. Yet, something about the battlefield made him miss it... however, age would certainly keep him from ever entering those fields again. A fact he accepted during Shay's Rebellion. His duty was to the country now more than the soldiers. Their country was young and it needed their attention to ensure a future for this nation. A big step was the Constitution, then the Articles of Confederation... but the biggest was seeing a President elected. Now to see where this year went for much was on the table for the government. The situation in France, the lingering presence of Britain to the North, the absence of a standing army and navy, and much more. Certainly, His Excellency would ensure all were handled and given their due attention during his term.
The MacCotter family came, like other families who once served the Crown. It was fortunate that the son of James, Joseph II, married Arthur's daughter and ensured that their family did not face consequence for the father's actions during the war. Joseph had also commanded a dragoon regiment under the President's service and served well. Granted, his son had betrayed the family for the Crown, but James was no longer mad about that. His son did what he felt was right and it worked out in the end. The MacCotters were still holding land in North Carolina and their estate remained untouched. James had jumped into the political scene as a Senator for North Carolina while Joseph went on to be Governor for their home state. Despite his original allegiance, James did rise rather quickly among the politicians. He was a centralist delegate at the Constitutional Convention. His voice was the loudest and sternest when it came to advocacy of slavery and slave trade when it came to such debates and discussions. It was the best way to ensure he was entrenched in this new government and not sidelined due to his original allegiance. Still, James wondered where the nation would go after the recent rebellion and Britain still on the continent. Much was still to be decided and, certainly, this year was to be crucial.
After some time, the two individuals, Lionel and James, would make their way over to speak with the newly elected President. Not at the same time, but within their own time frames throughout the celebratory evening.
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James Sterling, the esteemed and long serving Governor of Virginia walked throughout the room, mingling with old friends, and making new acquaintances. It had been too long since he had been out of Virginia, though he had little reason too, the political arena of the Virginia legislature was more than enough to keep him occupied. Though that may change, with the confederation giving way to the constitution, change was inevitable. Spotting President Lionheart across the room, James decided it was time to give his congratulations and, share his conversation. Arthur was a great man and a good soldier. Having served under Lionheart throughout most of the southern campaign James had grown to trust and respect him. Having shared the same social circles as native Virginians and planters he had earned his friendship, a bond only strengthened by the marriage of James's son to Lionheart's daughter.
James could only hope that these coming years would not overly strain it...
Having made his way across the room he watches as a fancily dressed older man breaks away. Taking his opening he approaches. "Hello your excellency." James says with a warm smile.
On the other side of the room another Sterling, Thomas, sat comfortably on a cushioned chair, a cigar in one hand, a glass of brandy the other. A small group stood around as he recounted one of his more exciting war stories. Content for now to just enjoy the ambiance for as long as it lasted. While this mornings festivities and ceremonies were grandiose, they were also tiring. The night was still young and he intended to enjoy it to his fullest.
Standing out on an open balcony overlooking the mansions gardens, Edward Drake looked out in contemplation. Today had been exhilarating and disconcerting. One chapter of the American experiment closing for what he felt was to be an even greater one going forward. All these men gathered to celebrate their collective achievement, and that of their 'President'. A man of strong morals and bottomless resolve, one who had helped steer this nation toward independence and eventually victory. Now he was at the reins of democracy, would he steer it true or run away with it. And how would his actions effect the Great State of North Carolina, its people and it's institutions.
Drawing his thoughts away from such things for now he decides to head back to the party. Passing down a hallway he stops as he recognizes a familiar figure passing through a door frame. That of his fellow Senator James MacCotter; A good man and true southerner.
As their paths near Edward gives a friendly greeting. "Ah a pleasure to see you here, MacCotter."
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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Pericles of Athens
The former General Pierre Bellerose was present as well, the “Savior of the South.” Having been abroad since the failures of the Articles of Confederation became evident. He wore a soldiers garments, with the Comitia Americana he had earned, displayed with pride. He eyed the crowd with care and affection, many here were old friends others old enemies. Pierre made small talk with those around him for a time, before seeking out Lionheart.. or President, or perhaps His Grace. Pierre knew not what Arthur would be called now, but he had a suspicion his old friend would not be fond of an extravagant title. He hoped Arthur would have a moment to spare, even with endless horde of statesmen nipping at his heels. The Acadian found the President surrounded by two fawning Congressmen, and announced his presence by clearing his throat audibly. “Mon vieil ami.” He began in French, speaking to the friend he had not seen in years since their retirements, switching to English for the convenience of the President. “Do you need me to save you from the politicians, Your Excellency?” He began with a toothless smirk.
"Please do!" Lionheart laughed, dismissing the Congressmen he had been talking to with a wave as he did so. While the President was at ease in social conventions, as always, even he was starting to feel the adoration was a bit much. "Good to see you here, Pierre. I was starting to fear I'd have to eat the five-bird roast all by myself - I don't know how he managed it, but the cook's stuffed a pigeon into a pheasant into a chicken into a turkey into a goose, with plenty of sausage and bread in-between."
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James Sterling, the esteemed and long serving Governor of Virginia walked throughout the room, mingling with old friends, and making new acquaintances. It had been too long since he had been out of Virginia, though he had little reason too, the political arena of the Virginia legislature was more than enough to keep him occupied. Though that may change, with the confederation giving way to the constitution, change was inevitable. Spotting President Lionheart across the room, James decided it was time to give his congratulations and, share his conversation. Arthur was a great man and a good soldier. Having served under Lionheart throughout most of the southern campaign James had grown to trust and respect him. Having shared the same social circles as native Virginians and planters he had earned his friendship, a bond only strengthened by the marriage of James's son to Lionheart's daughter.
James could only hope that these coming years would not overly strain it...
Having made his way across the room he watches as a fancily dressed older man breaks away. Taking his opening he approaches. "Hello your excellency." James says with a warm smile.
"Just Arthur will do here, my good man!" Lionheart responded genially with a wave of his hand. Wine and the day's exertion had left his face quite red, and a servant's timely intervention had been required to hurriedly hide blond tufts of hair back beneath his wig. Still, the President seemed to be in high spirits. "How are our children and grandchildren?" Growing drunkenness aside, Lionheart's choice of a personal question to open their conversation was a conscious one. There'd be time to discuss the state of their...well, state tomorrow, after the festivities had concluded and it was time to work on the nuts and bolts of government once again - unless, of course, the hangover was too great.
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The rest of the First Family was present, scattered but uniformly splendidly dressed and seated near Lionheart himself, naturally. Arthur's son Lionel in particular partook in the wine and luxurious food, and engaged all who wished to converse with him with seeming good cheer, but those who really paid attention to his expression could tell when his mirth failed to reach his cool blue eyes. Elsewhere, Governor Prynne of Connecticut was also present with his kin, standing out quite a bit from the crowd on account of the simplicity and severity of their dress: were it not for the occasional silvery ornamentation, their dark clothing made them look as though they were gathered for a particularly expensive funeral rather than a celebratory dinner.
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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"Please do!" Lionheart laughed, dismissing the Congressmen he had been talking to with a wave as he did so. While the President was at ease in social conventions, as always, even he was starting to feel the adoration was a bit much. "Good to see you here, Pierre. I was starting to fear I'd have to eat the five-bird roast all by myself - I don't know how he managed it, but the cook's stuffed a pigeon into a pheasant into a chicken into a turkey into a goose, with plenty of sausage and bread in-between."
Pierre laughed, he was younger than Arthur by nearly a decade, but no spring chicken. “Ah, I see now.” He said, with a facetious look of pondering. “Retired on your plantation, and with food like that? Even the mighty Lionheart would go soft around the edges over these years apart.” The Frenchmen nodded pleasantly. “I would hate to let such an.. accomplishment go to waste. Where is this avian monstrosity hiding?”
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
Richard G. Clare Vice President of the United States attended the ceremony standing upon the balcony with President Lionheart to his left.
Hear me, Citizens of these free United of States.
Upon this historic moment we stand here today united as 1 nation under god, we humble farmers and merchants have set the example of democracy around the world. We stand here today as a beacon for all men who struggle against tyranny and injustice! I along with President Lionheart vow to defend and preserve the inalienable rights and freedoms of the American people. The time for war has come to an end, we must begin building for the future prosperity of this nation and her people.
God Bless these United States and God Bless President Lionheart
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later the Clare family joined Richard at President Lionheart’s reception
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
Micum F. McIntyre III, Secretary of Foreign Affairs, accompanied by his two sons, arrive at the reception, having unfortunately not been able to see much of the inauguration thanks to the massive crowd. Taking a moment to bid a good evening to others who had arrived who they recognized, the trio slowly made their way to the man of the hour himself, where the elderly general offered the newly-elected President a warm, laughing bear hug. "Ahh, it's been quite a while, General - pardon me, President Lionheart!" Taking a step back, he continued, "It's my express belief that they couldn't have picked a better man, sir. My heartfelt congratulations on your victory."
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General Henry Harris, the "Hero of Saratoga", attended the celebrations dressed in his uniform from the Revolution, impeccably cleaned and ironed for the occasion. He had originally questioned the point of going but his family had persuaded him otherwise. A military officer of his fame and reputation had to be present in the halls of power... though he was currently a general without an army. Some parts of the American free spirit still confused the Englishman.
Harris had respectfully listened to the inauguration of President Lionheart, the self-important Virginian's speech dragging on about much about nothing. How the man could have risen to the greatest seat of power in the new country was beyond Henry, he dearly hoped it did not reflect on the judgement of his new countrymen. When they arrived at the presidential manor for dinner, Harris made sure to stay as far away from Lionheart and his French lackey Bellerose as possible, surrounding himself with more amicable company from New York and New England. Better to keep up appearances and not come to blows today.
General Harris then noticed Richard G. Clare, Vice-President of these United States. The man had had quite the career serving the Revolution, if Henry remembered correctly. He might as well try to make some conversation. Harris walked over, aided by his ebony cane. His original Suffolk accent mixed with the aristocratic tone of the British officer corps as he spoke.
"Mr. Vice-President! General Harris, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Sir. I hope that you have been faring well serving our new country."
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Edward Lloyd Harris, son of the famous and infamous general, was sitting in a chair leisurely taking mental notes of the events at the party and the conversations he had enjoyed. He could only thank the Lord for his father's connections. The New York Courier would sell like never before with an exclusive inside story of the President's first day in office. In contrast to his old father, the young Harris had great hopes for the newly elected President. The beginning of their great country had only just begun, and Edward planned to be a part of the vanguard forward.
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Thomas Lindberg, Governor from neighboring Pennsylvania, and his family had graciously attended the inauguration ceremony. Thomas strolled through the hall with his wife while Gustav, newly elected member of the House, conversed with some of his new colleagues from New Jersey. Thomas was still settling in as governor, having only been elected last year, and there were many issues to deal with. He planned to enjoy the short break from his work as much as possible.
Thomas walked up to President Lionheart to give his regards. Despite his family's long history in the State of Pennsylvania, there were still hints of his Swedish heritage in his accent.
"President Lionheart, congratulations to a fine speech. As a man of an executive branch myself, I can only wish you good luck in the coming years."
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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"Mr. Vice-President! General Harris, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Sir. I hope that you have been faring well serving our new country."
Indeed General Harris the pleasure is mine.
I am bewildered by my role as Vice President in which I am nothing but yet could be everything. In these coming months it will be imperative to define the role of Vice President or any other office within government and bequeath them the duties and responsibilities worthy of such offices.
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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Pierre laughed, he was younger than Arthur by nearly a decade, but no spring chicken. “Ah, I see now.” He said, with a facetious look of pondering. “Retired on your plantation, and with food like that? Even the mighty Lionheart would go soft around the edges over these years apart.” The Frenchmen nodded pleasantly. “I would hate to let such an.. accomplishment go to waste. Where is this avian monstrosity hiding?”
"They're bringing it out right now." With his silver knife, Lionheart pointed at the four slaves bearing forth the pseudo-turducken: a roast goose that seemed to have ballooned to twice the size of an ordinary goose resting atop a bed of fresh greens and glazed with honey-mustard. "Can you smell that, friend? Almost as divinely decadent as what King George eats every night, I should think." The President grinned, restraining the urge to lick his lips. "Almost. I did pay for it, not the American taxpayer, unlike his unfortunate British counterpart. I do also try to stay fit, unlike kings and princes who see fit to lounge about their palaces nibbling on candies, scarfing down steaks and emptying entire cellars' worth of wine all day." His grin widened further. "And I hear old George and the other European royals have access to a ten-bird variation starting with a warbler stuffed inside a bunting, and ending in a turkey being stuffed into a bustard. Now that's real decadence - most definitely a meal to share with a friend, or rather twenty, unless perhaps you happen to be the Prince of Wales."
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Micum F. McIntyre III, Secretary of Foreign Affairs, accompanied by his two sons, arrive at the reception, having unfortunately not been able to see much of the inauguration thanks to the massive crowd. Taking a moment to bid a good evening to others who had arrived who they recognized, the trio slowly made their way to the man of the hour himself, where the elderly general offered the newly-elected President a warm, laughing bear hug. "Ahh, it's been quite a while, General - pardon me, President Lionheart!" Taking a step back, he continued, "It's my express belief that they couldn't have picked a better man, sir. My heartfelt congratulations on your victory."
Formality set aside, Lionheart cheerfully rose to engage McIntyre in a manly embrace. "You flatter me, Micum. And as my wife says, flattery will get you everywhere." The President guffawed as he sat back down. "You're enjoying yourself tonight, I hope?"
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Thomas Lindberg, Governor from neighboring Pennsylvania, and his family had graciously attended the inauguration ceremony. Thomas strolled through the hall with his wife while Gustav, newly elected member of the House, conversed with some of his new colleagues from New Jersey. Thomas was still settling in as governor, having only been elected last year, and there were many issues to deal with. He planned to enjoy the short break from his work as much as possible.
Thomas walked up to President Lionheart to give his regards. Despite his family's long history in the State of Pennsylvania, there were still hints of his Swedish heritage in his accent.
"President Lionheart, congratulations to a fine speech. As a man of an executive branch myself, I can only wish you good luck in the coming years."
"Likewise, Governor Lindbergh." Lionheart genially responded, holding his hand out for a handshake. Once engaged, he would also take a second to clap the Governor of Pennsylvania on the shoulder. "The situation our nation finds herself in is decidedly difficult, but we've been in worse spots and pulled through before." Should rebellions like Shays' erupt once more, the President would consider them practically children's games compared to the devastating carnage of Long Island, the narrow escape over the Delaware and the following frenzied attack on Trenton, and the nightmarish winter at Valley Forge where more than a thousand of his men perished. "I'm confident we will be able to right the ship and resolve all troubles plaguing America if we put our minds and energies to it."
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
“You’ve no idea the opulence foreign kings can get to, my friend, the court in Paris would make you blush, if half the stories my brother tells are true. But you are President now, be careful you don’t contract such opulence from the Old World.” He laughed, the idea that Arthur could ever be like a King. Though, Pierre had thought of that many years ago, how Lionheart could simply reach out and take Kingship if he’d desired it. He found a seat next to the president and prepared to eat. “Now, I wouldn’t mind access to a royal wine cellar now, well perhaps not a British wine cellar..” He grimaced. “Just not King George’s cellar, English wine is.. unique.” He gripped the cutlery, mouth watering in anticipation. “Before we feast you must tell me, do you miss the battlefield, or did you prefer the farmers life? Or perhaps your new throne?” He smirked at his last statement, the Frenchmen always enjoyed baiting the serious Arthur.
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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Formality set aside, Lionheart cheerfully rose to engage McIntyre in a manly embrace. "You flatter me, Micum. And as my wife says, flattery will get you everywhere." The President guffawed as he sat back down. "You're enjoying yourself tonight, I hope?"
"Aye sir. Finally managed to get away from those damned ambassadors for once," he said with a grin. "And it's been with the blessing of God that I've just so happened to run into my sons on the way here - I forget, have you met my boys?" He asked, stepping to the side to let them introduce themselves.
"I've seen you before, sir, though I don't believe we've ever actually met," said Joseph, offering a handshake. "Siege of Boston. My battery of Massachusetts artillery was posted nearest to your headquarters, as I recall. An incredible pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, mister President - and as Da said, congratulations."
Micum IV, meanwhile, seemed near-starstruck, staring at the Virginian as the others spoke with a gleam of reverence in his eyes. It almost came as a shock to him when it was his turn to introduce himself. "I...it's an honor, sir," he said, immediately bowing his head. "Your leadership was an inspiration to me and my troopers. America's is a story which will be told with pride for a hundred generations, and we owe a great deal of it to you, sir. You were the best man to lead us in the field, and I have no doubt you'll be equally fit to lead this nation into the great future it not only deserves, but commands the fulfillment of. Congratulations."
The father of the two young men chuckled. "Careful now, Micum, or he might start thinking you're his boy, and I'm sure your mother would have a word to say about that."
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Indeed General Harris the pleasure is mine.
I am bewildered by my role as Vice President in which I am nothing but yet could be everything. In these coming months it will be imperative to define the role of Vice President or any other office within government and bequeath them the duties and responsibilities worthy of such offices.
Harris nodded.
"Indeed, such is the work that is required in our new republic. Who better to lead us then, than a son of Massachusetts, whose brave militias at Lexington fired the first shots of our Revolution?"
He chuckled lightly.
"May I call you Mr. Clare, Sir? If you are ever in Albany, you are much welcome to visit Harriswood Mansion for dinner. I have a keen interest in the future of our country and would like your educated opinion on certain matters. You served as Ambassador to Britain, no? I would like to hear of your mission to my mother country."
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"Likewise, Governor Lindbergh." Lionheart genially responded, holding his hand out for a handshake. Once engaged, he would also take a second to clap the Governor of Pennsylvania on the shoulder. "The situation our nation finds herself in is decidedly difficult, but we've been in worse spots and pulled through before." Should rebellions like Shays' erupt once more, the President would consider them practically children's games compared to the devastating carnage of Long Island, the narrow escape over the Delaware and the following frenzied attack on Trenton, and the nightmarish winter at Valley Forge where more than a thousand of his men perished. "I'm confident we will be able to right the ship and resolve all troubles plaguing America if we put our minds and energies to it."
Thomas returned the handshake heartily.
"For the liberty of these United States, we must pull through. Yet we should be optimistic nonetheless. The experiment that is our republic is still in its infancy and we can still learn, even if we tumble sometimes. Beside the Almighty, we are all flawed and should work to improve our works."
He backed off a little.
"Though perhaps now is not the time to begin a great monologue of principles. This is a celebration after all, in your honor Mr. President. A shame that my beloved city of Philadelphia could not host the inauguration and the dinner, but I shall not complain. The troubles outside these walls can wait for a day, to be sure. Does the civilian suit... suit you, Mr. President? I am so used to seeing you in an officer's garb after nine years of war."
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Willem Bok Senior was deep in his cups as the festivities reached a peak. He dapped the sweat from his forehead, his handkerchief now throughly stained. He eyed the crowd, his eyes eventually falling on Thomas Lindberg, the Governor casually excused himself and made his way toward the newly minted Governor of Pennsylvania. “Ah, good to see you here, I believe congratulations are in order.” His cheeks were rosy pink. “I thought I’d get to know the man who will be governing New York’s closest neighbor.”
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After speaking with Lionheart, Pierre spotted Harris and could not help himself but go to speak with the man. His old subordinate, rival, enemy. The man surrounded himself with President Lionheart’s enemies, so it seemed odd that Pierre had seen the Vice President speaking to Harris earlier. Something to keep in mind, Pierre thought as he approached. “Ami.” He said, surprising the man in the language Harris loathed above all others. “Have you been enjoying my time away from the states, Mr. Harris?” He asked, a slight smirk gracing his lips and a smug aura of condescension radiating about him.
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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"Just Arthur will do here, my good man!" Lionheart responded genially with a wave of his hand. Wine and the day's exertion had left his face quite red, and a servant's timely intervention had been required to hurriedly hide blond tufts of hair back beneath his wig. Still, the President seemed to be in high spirits. "How are our children and grandchildren?" Growing drunkenness aside, Lionheart's choice of a personal question to open their conversation was a conscious one. There'd be time to discuss the state of their...well, state tomorrow, after the festivities had concluded and it was time to work on the nuts and bolts of government once again - unless, of course, the hangover was too great.
Taking Arthur's choice of discussion with stride, business would have to wait till later when there were less idle ears about. "Last I heard they were doing quite fine. Patrick sold the shipping company last fall, making a windfall I might add, and has purchased a spot of land outside Springfield. I believe he intends to go into the Tobacco business, I am told it's quite lucrative these days." Being unfamiliar with farming, having made his fortune through trade, James had to take his sons word for it. "As for the grandchildren..." James racked his brain, the alcohol starting to take effect. "Strong and healthy, Francis is the spitting image of his father at that age."
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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Pericles of Athens
“You’ve no idea the opulence foreign kings can get to, my friend, the court in Paris would make you blush, if half the stories my brother tells are true. But you are President now, be careful you don’t contract such opulence from the Old World.” He laughed, the idea that Arthur could ever be like a King. Though, Pierre had thought of that many years ago, how Lionheart could simply reach out and take Kingship if he’d desired it. He found a seat next to the president and prepared to eat. “Now, I wouldn’t mind access to a royal wine cellar now, well perhaps not a British wine cellar..” He grimaced. “Just not King George’s cellar, English wine is.. unique.” He gripped the cutlery, mouth watering in anticipation. “Before we feast you must tell me, do you miss the battlefield, or did you prefer the farmers life? Or perhaps your new throne?” He smirked at his last statement, the Frenchmen always enjoyed baiting the serious Arthur.
"They both have their charms," Lionheart replied as the great avian monstrosity was set down. "When the din of battle grows too loud and the stench of carnage too overpowering, spending a year or several at peace becomes a most welcome break for it all. And after enough time lazing about under the summer sun or accounting for your crops, planning for battles and leading men into the thick of it starts sounding like an attractive proposition again. Though, I promise you, I shan't take us to war just to relieve my boredom." He winked as he began to cut a portion of the pseudo-turducken for himself.
On the subject of his throne, Lionheart paused to regard his friend, then burst out laughing again. "I've not sat in this chair nearly long enough to decide whether I should appreciate it, or loathe it. Though either way, my son has made no secret of his wish that I sit there until I die regardless. As I've just explained though, I am rarely inclined to stay in any one place forever." If the younger Lionheart a few seats away heard that, he did not show it.
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"Aye sir. Finally managed to get away from those damned ambassadors for once," he said with a grin. "And it's been with the blessing of God that I've just so happened to run into my sons on the way here - I forget, have you met my boys?" He asked, stepping to the side to let them introduce themselves.
"I've seen you before, sir, though I don't believe we've ever actually met," said Joseph, offering a handshake. "Siege of Boston. My battery of Massachusetts artillery was posted nearest to your headquarters, as I recall. An incredible pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, mister President - and as Da said, congratulations."
Micum IV, meanwhile, seemed near-starstruck, staring at the Virginian as the others spoke with a gleam of reverence in his eyes. It almost came as a shock to him when it was his turn to introduce himself. "I...it's an honor, sir," he said, immediately bowing his head. "Your leadership was an inspiration to me and my troopers. America's is a story which will be told with pride for a hundred generations, and we owe a great deal of it to you, sir. You were the best man to lead us in the field, and I have no doubt you'll be equally fit to lead this nation into the great future it not only deserves, but commands the fulfillment of. Congratulations."
The father of the two young men chuckled. "Careful now, Micum, or he might start thinking you're his boy, and I'm sure your mother would have a word to say about that."
"I have not, but I see I'm about to get a chance to do so right now..." Lionheart nodded and cordially shook hands with the elder son, while the younger's overly deferential tone made him grin despite himself and chortle. "I appreciate the kind words, lads, but keep in mind I am no king, much less a god. There's no need to fawn over me like so." Not that Arthur minded being the center of attention, but being treated with too much deference embarrassed him. Perhaps he simply wasn't used to it like . He extended a hand to Micum IV in turn. "I hope to continue living up to your expectations, as much as I hope you'll capably fight for the nation we both serve."
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Thomas returned the handshake heartily.
"For the liberty of these United States, we must pull through. Yet we should be optimistic nonetheless. The experiment that is our republic is still in its infancy and we can still learn, even if we tumble sometimes. Beside the Almighty, we are all flawed and should work to improve our works."
He backed off a little.
"Though perhaps now is not the time to begin a great monologue of principles. This is a celebration after all, in your honor Mr. President. A shame that my beloved city of Philadelphia could not host the inauguration and the dinner, but I shall not complain. The troubles outside these walls can wait for a day, to be sure. Does the civilian suit... suit you, Mr. President? I am so used to seeing you in an officer's garb after nine years of war."
"Have no fear, I'm sure I'll be visiting Philadelphia often, on account of it being where Congress meets - it might be more efficient to travel there to deal with any bills they pass than to have them be sent to my desk, so that if any should wish to object to my signature or veto, they can do it to my face rather than engage in a back-and-forth with letters. If our Congress proves especially active, perhaps I'll have to come more often than the city's most esteemed citizens can bear." Arthur smiled at the joke.
"My return to civilian life has been a welcome break from the battlefield. All grandfathers should spend some of their days playing with their grandchildren and watching their fields grow, in my opinion." Lionheart spared a glance at the next dish the servants were bringing out, steak by the looks of it, but quickly returned his gaze to Lindberg. "I confess that at times, I do miss it - planning around the war table, the pageantry and heroic bloodshed on the field of battle alike, thinking up a new stratagem midway through battle to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, and the thrill of triumph. But you have my word, as Pierre Bellerose did not long ago, that I will not start a war simply to relieve my boredom." He chuckled at that.
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After some time, the two individuals, Lionel and James, would make their way over to speak with the newly elected President. Not at the same time, but within their own time frames throughout the celebratory evening.
"Well, well - if it isn't my old iron left hand!" Lionheart looked and sounded genuinely excited to see Harrison again, what with his large grin. "How do you fare in these times of peace, my friend? Missing your cannons as much as I miss the war table and my son misses the trumpet's signaling of a charge?"
At another time, the President also greets his MacCotter in-law cordially. "Well met, James. Enjoying the festivities?" If his geniality and familiar means of address were any indicators, he did not appear to harbor much, or even any ill will toward the latter's past allegiances.
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Taking Arthur's choice of discussion with stride, business would have to wait till later when there were less idle ears about. "Last I heard they were doing quite fine. Patrick sold the shipping company last fall, making a windfall I might add, and has purchased a spot of land outside Springfield. I believe he intends to go into the Tobacco business, I am told it's quite lucrative these days." Being unfamiliar with farming, having made his fortune through trade, James had to take his sons word for it. "As for the grandchildren..." James racked his brain, the alcohol starting to take effect. "Strong and healthy, Francis is the spitting image of his father at that age."
"Excellent, excellent. If Patrick ever desires advice on how to manage his estate, he is, of course, more than welcome to ask myself or Lionel." Arthur nodded, carelessly draining his own glass in the process. There was no way asking a father-in-law to dispense tips on how to maximize your plantation's efficiency could remotely reasonably qualify as corruption, as far as he was concerned; it wasn't like he'd be handing out wads of federal cash to any relative of his who asked, particularly not when such funds were needed for the repayment of the national debt. "And that's better still to hear. I'll have to visit your household sometime to meet my grandchildren - or they could come, whether here or the Lion's Den, I'm not fussed either way."
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"Well, well - if it isn't my old iron left hand!" Lionheart looked and sounded genuinely excited to see Harrison again, what with his large grin. "How do you fare in these times of peace, my friend? Missing your cannons as much as I miss the war table and my son misses the trumpet's signaling of a charge?"
A merry and loud laugh came from Lionel as he heard his old nickname from the days among the Continental Army. Everyone knew who he was, especially Lionheart, who called upon his cannons more than often to roar across the battlefields. Those were certainly the good days. More than naught, Harrison had to load and fire a cannon himself when crewmen were injured or killed. Drawing away from the thoughts of old, Lionel strikes a good smile at Arthur.
Your Excellency, I must congratulate you on your greatest victory since Yorktown! You ensured our nation won its freedom, now you will further mold it as our country's elected leader.
Lionel was more than pleased with the outcome of the elections, the first of their kind since the country earned its independence. Lionheart was the most deserving of any man here.
I must say, its hard to enjoy peace. After all those years, I still feel the desire to fire a cannon, to command a battery, to hear the shells fly across the sky... like the screams of warring eagles. My hands still remember the thrill of loading those cannons... if only I could have served our country during Shay's Rebellion, but alas, I had my duties as Secretary of War.
Not to mention that he was not as young as he used to be. His sons, Robert and Benjamin, were better suited to do such things. Speaking of which, Harrison turns and motions for Robert to join him. His eldest was presence with his wife, Joy-Again, simply called Joy, a daughter of the noted Prynne family. He motions to his son as he looks at Arthur.
Your Excellency, I want you to meet my son, Robert. He was a Commodore within our Continental Navy and served on three ships; the Trumble, Warren, and the Dover, one of the French loaned frigates. And this is his wife, Joy, a daughter of Lemuel. You may remember him from the northern campaigns.
Robert, practically a much younger looking Lionel, offers a smile and a hand to the President.
Sir, its an honor to meet the General that my father has spoken so highly of. I was always at sea, so never got the opportunity to be under your command.
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At another time, the President also greets his MacCotter in-law cordially. "Well met, James. Enjoying the festivities?" If his geniality and familiar means of address were any indicators, he did not appear to harbor much, or even any ill will toward the latter's past allegiances.
James would glance at his son, Joseph, who was with Arthur's daughter, his wife, shortly after being acknowledged by Lionheart. Certainly, it was his son who probably ensured there was no ill will due to past allegiances. Conveniently, a passing servant walks up, allowing the Irishman to take a glass before turning to the President. He bows his head slightly.
Your Excellency, I must give you my heartfelt congratulations on this momentous occasion. Your grandchildren, Henry and Elizabeth, certainly wished to see you, but Henrietta assured them another time.
During the war, Arthur's daughter, married to Joseph II, on the eve of the Revolution, had given birth to twins. A son, named Henry, and a daughter, named Elizabeth. Both of whom bore names of ancient English monarchs. Something that James learned after the war and knew then and there that his son had not disowned his father for choosing the defeated side. It ensured that the house was at peace when he returned home.
I still find Joseph hunting often when he can, especially with former comrades of his unit. I believe he misses leading the regiment of dragoons you entrusted him to command.
James sips his wine calmly before speaking further.
I must ask, Your Excellency, I am curious to know where you plan to set up our country's capital. Are you close to a decision?
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Drawing his thoughts away from such things for now he decides to head back to the party. Passing down a hallway he stops as he recognizes a familiar figure passing through a door frame. That of his fellow Senator James MacCotter; A good man and true southerner.
As their paths near Edward gives a friendly greeting. "Ah a pleasure to see you here, MacCotter."
James MacCotter, having recently ended his conversation with the President, moved away to find a servant. He hands him his empty glass, but his attention was caught by the greeting of Edward Drake. He didn't seem to recall him from beyond Congress, but from what he recalled, Edward was a fellow pro slavery politician and a fellow southerner. The senator nods his head at Edward.
Mister Drake, it is good to see you here.
He glances at the President, recalling times of old for a moment.
My father mentored His Excellency, we served together against the French, and my son has married his daughter. As you can see, it would be impossible for me not to come.
James says with a smile to Drake.
How is your family and South Carolina?
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”Ah well, I suppose you’ve had more time to grow wistful for the battlefield. I have not enjoyed that luxury in my time.” He smiled blankly, as if in thought. “Though all the same I found myself thinking of home, and the Great War when I was gone..” Bellerose trailed off. “I suspect you will not have to, English power still lingers to the north and even in the Northwest territory, if I’m properly informed. When war comes I doubt it will be a choice.” He huffed. “But when the time comes the nation, and you, will have my sword, for as long as I can still hold one.”
He mirrored the man’s laughter with a light chuckle. “Who knows you may grow to love the job, give it time. Eventually you’ll have to find something you’re good at, ami.” He finished as he began to cut off a piece of the creature himself. “Never close a door that God has opened.”
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Harris nodded.
"Indeed, such is the work that is required in our new republic. Who better to lead us then, than a son of Massachusetts, whose brave militias at Lexington fired the first shots of our Revolution?"
He chuckled lightly.
"May I call you Mr. Clare, Sir? If you are ever in Albany, you are much welcome to visit Harriswood Mansion for dinner. I have a keen interest in the future of our country and would like your educated opinion on certain matters. You served as Ambassador to Britain, no? I would like to hear of your mission to my mother country."
It was a struggle in those days, the contential Congress was refusing to adopt the Massachusetts militia, they refused to send supplies and reinforcements, they refused to declare war hoping Britain would concede to their demands. Britain’s attacks of aggression only meant war and they were fools not to see it. General Lionheart may have given America her must needed military victories but Richard Clare orchestrated the fight for independence without which the cause would have been lost of hope and doomed from the start.
Indeed you may Sir,
Should I ever endeavour to Albany I shall call upon you.
I have served within several foreign courts on the road to independence, France, Netherlands, and Britain.
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@jokern
Willem Bok Senior was deep in his cups as the festivities reached a peak. He dapped the sweat from his forehead, his handkerchief now throughly stained. He eyed the crowd, his eyes eventually falling on Thomas Lindberg, the Governor casually excused himself and made his way toward the newly minted Governor of Pennsylvania. “Ah, good to see you here, I believe congratulations are in order.” His cheeks were rosy pink. “I thought I’d get to know the man who will be governing New York’s closest neighbor.”
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After speaking with Lionheart, Pierre spotted Harris and could not help himself but go to speak with the man. His old subordinate, rival, enemy. The man surrounded himself with President Lionheart’s enemies, so it seemed odd that Pierre had seen the Vice President speaking to Harris earlier. Something to keep in mind, Pierre thought as he approached. “Ami.” He said, surprising the man in the language Harris loathed above all others. “Have you been enjoying my time away from the states, Mr. Harris?” He asked, a slight smirk gracing his lips and a smug aura of condescension radiating about him.
Thomas turned around and smiled at the inebriated man who greeted him, shaking his hand.
"Ah, thank you Mr... Bok, isn't it? A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Congratulations to you as well, with your state having the honor to host the first Presidential inauguration in our country's history. Let us hope these good festivities are an omen for a bright future ahead, especially with our new and untested Constitution."
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Harris felt a chill run down his spine when he heard Bellerose's friendly greeting. He would have to calm down lest he beat the man with his cane. He faced the Frenchman with a forced smile.
"Mr. Bellerose... these past years have done wonders to my health, thank you very much. I am surprised the yearning for your mother country did not have strong enough grip on you, though I guess with the current state of madness in France any half-sane man would flee."
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"Have no fear, I'm sure I'll be visiting Philadelphia often, on account of it being where Congress meets - it might be more efficient to travel there to deal with any bills they pass than to have them be sent to my desk, so that if any should wish to object to my signature or veto, they can do it to my face rather than engage in a back-and-forth with letters. If our Congress proves especially active, perhaps I'll have to come more often than the city's most esteemed citizens can bear." Arthur smiled at the joke.
"My return to civilian life has been a welcome break from the battlefield. All grandfathers should spend some of their days playing with their grandchildren and watching their fields grow, in my opinion." Lionheart spared a glance at the next dish the servants were bringing out, steak by the looks of it, but quickly returned his gaze to Lindberg. "I confess that at times, I do miss it - planning around the war table, the pageantry and heroic bloodshed on the field of battle alike, thinking up a new stratagem midway through battle to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, and the thrill of triumph. But you have my word, as Pierre Bellerose did not long ago, that I will not start a war simply to relieve my boredom." He chuckled at that.
Thomas chuckled at the President's joke.
"Philadelphia will always be a grateful host to the President, how many times you choose to visit. Unless we can agree on a new federal district to be carved out of another state, the actions of the federal government will have to be tempered by the journey between our two cities."
Lindberg took a sip of wine before answering Arthur Lionheart.
"A promise very much welcome, Mr. President. For nine long years we fought for our freedom, the desire for more bloodshed should be extinguished from the hearts of the people. I pray our children and grandchildren are blessed with a world that will spare them from the hardships we had to face. A toast to that, even!"
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It was a struggle in those days, the contential Congress was refusing to adopt the Massachusetts militia, they refused to send supplies and reinforcements, they refused to declare war hoping Britain would concede to their demands. Britain’s attacks of aggression only meant war and they were fools not to see it. General Lionheart may have given America her must needed military victories but Richard Clare orchestrated the fight for independence without which the cause would have been lost of hope and doomed from the start.
Indeed you may Sir,
Should I ever endeavour to Albany I shall call upon you.
I have served within several foreign courts on the road to independence, France, Netherlands, and Britain.
He twirled his cane in his hands, pondering his next words.
"Mr. Clare, what is your opinion of Britain and France, now that the dust has been allowed to settle after the war?"
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He laughed. “Yes, yes. Bok is the name. Ah, the gem that is New York was a natural choice, but surly we would be meeting in your Philadelphia if it had not been here. Though I must say I’m grateful I didn’t have to make such a terribly long trip.” He sipped at his beverage. “Bah.” The man said, merrily. “The states are strong, on the backs of places like New York and Pennsylvania the country will survive and thrive.”
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”Ah yes, the country of my father’s father. A gem to be certain, and Paris.. c’est manifique.” He said wistfully, punctuating his words with a grin. “You may have lost me forever if President Lionheart had not been elected, but that would have been tragic, to keep such.. friends as us apart.” He have a slight eye in regards to France’s current state. “Ah, but the French crown has everything well and under control I suspect. Do not worry yourself, our closest and oldest friend King Louis will remain strong, of this I’ve no doubts.”
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A merry and loud laugh came from Lionel as he heard his old nickname from the days among the Continental Army. Everyone knew who he was, especially Lionheart, who called upon his cannons more than often to roar across the battlefields. Those were certainly the good days. More than naught, Harrison had to load and fire a cannon himself when crewmen were injured or killed. Drawing away from the thoughts of old, Lionel strikes a good smile at Arthur.
Your Excellency, I must congratulate you on your greatest victory since Yorktown! You ensured our nation won its freedom, now you will further mold it as our country's elected leader.
Lionel was more than pleased with the outcome of the elections, the first of their kind since the country earned its independence. Lionheart was the most deserving of any man here.
I must say, its hard to enjoy peace. After all those years, I still feel the desire to fire a cannon, to command a battery, to hear the shells fly across the sky... like the screams of warring eagles. My hands still remember the thrill of loading those cannons... if only I could have served our country during Shay's Rebellion, but alas, I had my duties as Secretary of War.
Not to mention that he was not as young as he used to be. His sons, Robert and Benjamin, were better suited to do such things. Speaking of which, Harrison turns and motions for Robert to join him. His eldest was presence with his wife, Joy-Again, simply called Joy, a daughter of the noted Prynne family. He motions to his son as he looks at Arthur.
Your Excellency, I want you to meet my son, Robert. He was a Commodore within our Continental Navy and served on three ships; the Trumble, Warren, and the Dover, one of the French loaned frigates. And this is his wife, Joy, a daughter of Lemuel. You may remember him from the northern campaigns.
Robert, practically a much younger looking Lionel, offers a smile and a hand to the President.
Sir, its an honor to meet the General that my father has spoken so highly of. I was always at sea, so never got the opportunity to be under your command.
James would glance at his son, Joseph, who was with Arthur's daughter, his wife, shortly after being acknowledged by Lionheart. Certainly, it was his son who probably ensured there was no ill will due to past allegiances. Conveniently, a passing servant walks up, allowing the Irishman to take a glass before turning to the President. He bows his head slightly.
Your Excellency, I must give you my heartfelt congratulations on this momentous occasion. Your grandchildren, Henry and Elizabeth, certainly wished to see you, but Henrietta assured them another time.
During the war, Arthur's daughter, married to Joseph II, on the eve of the Revolution, had given birth to twins. A son, named Henry, and a daughter, named Elizabeth. Both of whom bore names of ancient English monarchs. Something that James learned after the war and knew then and there that his son had not disowned his father for choosing the defeated side. It ensured that the house was at peace when he returned home.
I still find Joseph hunting often when he can, especially with former comrades of his unit. I believe he misses leading the regiment of dragoons you entrusted him to command.
James sips his wine calmly before speaking further.
I must ask, Your Excellency, I am curious to know where you plan to set up our country's capital. Are you close to a decision?
"Believe me, I know how you feel." Lionheart answered with a nod, his usual smile giving way to a more serious expression for once. "I miss the war table and overseeing the battlefield, witnessing the maneuvers we'd planned be executed by the men on the ground, and the thrill of victory - especially the close ones we achieved against bigger and meaner odds, which was often." The grin returned, but in a different form. Harrison could recognize it as the almost predatory grin Lionheart would sport when he had just outfoxed the redcoats and was on the cusp of victory.
Arthur did not hesitate to shake Robert's hand when it was offered, and acknowledged Joy with a respectful nod. "My, my. I can see why the Congregationalists up north insist on such conservative and plain dress for their women - their beauty would blind any and all men otherwise! You're a lucky man, Robert." As he uttered the compliment, his grin was much more friendly again. "And that's just as well. The Navy played an important role in the war, after all. A shame that the frigates had to be sold off, in the end, while my and your father's army had to be disbanded. Were they still around, that rascal Shays would never have dared to rise up."
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"Another time indeed! God willing, it will be soon." Arthur lamented. Time with Lionel's children had been a precious break from the war and the relentless intrigues against Harris and his ilk. "And I assure you, I miss leading the entire army as much as Joseph might miss leading his unit. But, such is the cost of peace, which has its own welcome benefits anyway."
"Truthfully I would prefer to fix our capital at Philadelphia, which already served us nobly during the war." Lionheart confided when James asked. "But I think that would anger our fellow Southrons as greatly as leaving it in New York would. Fixing it at Richmond or Charleston is likely to have a similar effect on the North, in my estimation. Perhaps someplace in Maryland, as close as possible to the exact geographical center between all our states, would be best, if I cannot persuade Congress to keep it at Philadelphia."
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”Ah well, I suppose you’ve had more time to grow wistful for the battlefield. I have not enjoyed that luxury in my time.” He smiled blankly, as if in thought. “Though all the same I found myself thinking of home, and the Great War when I was gone..” Bellerose trailed off. “I suspect you will not have to, English power still lingers to the north and even in the Northwest territory, if I’m properly informed. When war comes I doubt it will be a choice.” He huffed. “But when the time comes the nation, and you, will have my sword, for as long as I can still hold one.”
He mirrored the man’s laughter with a light chuckle. “Who knows you may grow to love the job, give it time. Eventually you’ll have to find something you’re good at, ami.” He finished as he began to cut off a piece of the creature himself. “Never close a door that God has opened.”
"I appreciate it, old friend. Whatever comes, we must all come together to ensure our nation will be ready for it." Arthur affirmed as he dug into his portion of pseudo-turducken.
"It is my hope that the British will soon learn we do not have to be their enemies in perpetuity, and that they can still greatly profit from trade with us...on more even terms, of course. But if not, well, I find no shame in admitting to the truth that we could not withstand them alone before and the odds are not still in our favor if we come to blows again." Lionheart had lowered his voice by now, so much so that even Bellerose would find it hard to hear him over the noise of the feast while sitting or standing next to him. "What can you tell me about the situation abroad in the heart of our greatest ally, and how likely they are to get involved should the British prove...incapable of accepting the reality of our independence?"
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Thomas chuckled at the President's joke.
"Philadelphia will always be a grateful host to the President, how many times you choose to visit. Unless we can agree on a new federal district to be carved out of another state, the actions of the federal government will have to be tempered by the journey between our two cities."
Lindberg took a sip of wine before answering Arthur Lionheart.
"A promise very much welcome, Mr. President. For nine long years we fought for our freedom, the desire for more bloodshed should be extinguished from the hearts of the people. I pray our children and grandchildren are blessed with a world that will spare them from the hardships we had to face. A toast to that, even!"
"Let us toast!" Arthur raised his glass, beaming. "To a better, safer and freer home for our children and grandchildren. I'm sure that of all eighty-five members of our Congress you can find eight-six rivaling opinions, as you could have with the Continental Congress, and likewise you could easily find fourteen opinions between our thirteen states..." He chuckled at that. Sometimes it felt like he spent more time wrangling with Congress for resources or to protect his position from wannabe usurpers like Harris than actually fighting the Revolutionary War. "But that is well and good, so long as all remember to set their petty feuds aside for the sake of the American nation when it matters."
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"Excellent, excellent. If Patrick ever desires advice on how to manage his estate, he is, of course, more than welcome to ask myself or Lionel." Arthur nodded, carelessly draining his own glass in the process. There was no way asking a father-in-law to dispense tips on how to maximize your plantation's efficiency could remotely reasonably qualify as corruption, as far as he was concerned; it wasn't like he'd be handing out wads of federal cash to any relative of his who asked, particularly not when such funds were needed for the repayment of the national debt. "And that's better still to hear. I'll have to visit your household sometime to meet my grandchildren - or they could come, whether here or the Lion's Den, I'm not fussed either way."
Sterling expected his son would appreciate the news."I will pass on the offer." Looking down at his own now empty glass with a look of annoyance James glanced back to Arthur. "And I am sure we can find an excuse for the grandchildren to visit, if no other reason than to run around your large house." James could already see young Francis charging down the long hallways and wide stairwells. "This all really is quite impressive you know."
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James MacCotter, having recently ended his conversation with the President, moved away to find a servant. He hands him his empty glass, but his attention was caught by the greeting of Edward Drake. He didn't seem to recall him from beyond Congress, but from what he recalled, Edward was a fellow pro slavery politician and a fellow southerner. The senator nods his head at Edward.
Mister Drake, it is good to see you here.
He glances at the President, recalling times of old for a moment.
My father mentored His Excellency, we served together against the French, and my son has married his daughter. As you can see, it would be impossible for me not to come.
James says with a smile to Drake.
How is your family and South Carolina?
"Yes quite so." Edward responds, "It really is an occasion any man of character could dare miss."
The mention of MacCotter's past service brought back memories for Edward.
"I fought against the French as well, lead a regiment of Calvary up north... Did the same in the revolution as well." Pausing as memories flicker to the forefront,
"Actually I believe your son served under me for a time, back early in the war...
Edward could not quite recall where, it being so long back.
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Bellerose drew closure, speaking softly, with a slight smile. So those around him might think he was sharing a bawdy jape. “I would not listen to the snakes that hiss in your ear, Britain was your country once, but no longer. If it had not been for my brother securing the intervention of France and Spain.. well, the British would have fit us all with nooses long ago.” Bellerose fidgeted in his chair uncomfortably. “I may be alone when I say this, ami, but they are no friends of ours. Lest they would have vacated the Northwest Territory. And yet their shadow still looms.” Bellerose sighed, his mood fouled further by thoughts of the home country’s troubles. “Things.. fair in Paris. The people love the King, but the debts incurred fighting the British are not inconsequential. Some agitate the mob, but I trust His.. King Louis will be able to deal with them. I hear Spain fairs far better, though if France should choose to sit the war out.. I know not if we can expect aid from them.” He sliced off a slice of meat, filling his mouth, and washing it down with some wine. “Perhaps my brother would be able to convince them to aid us again, though even his talents have limits.” He looked around sheepishly, as if to ensure no one were listening. “I know you are President, and I merely a former soldier, but if I might grant you a parcel of wisdom.. pay our debts in turn and seek to keep our allies close. Men like Harris will seek to drive a wedge between us and our allies, but a fledgling nation needs friends, preferably powerful ones with armies and big ships.” The Frenchmen smile amiably.
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He twirled his cane in his hands, pondering his next words.
"Mr. Clare, what is your opinion of Britain and France, now that the dust has been allowed to settle after the war?"
I like all Americans are indebted to our French allies who helped us achieve our independence, yet one cannot forget the bonds of kinship we share with Britain. It is with great importance that we treat with both France and Britain, avoiding european conflicts and opening up trade. The safety and preservation of our nation should be our only concern and we must not become a pawn in the games of Europe
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Van Ressenlaer had been invited by credit to his relatives and wealth. He politely remained silent unless adressed, for the men around were congressmen, senators and even a president. Some men he knew, some only by name or by reputation, but still. The patroon tried to engage in polite conversation with his immediate neighbours, as any gentleman of note would do. He wondered where his in-laws, Hamiltons and Schuylers, were currently. Stephen was sure some other among his many relatives would be present, but wigs and formal attire made harder to glance known people, less so in such an excited crowd. The powder he had used to fancily white his own dark hair was a bit itchy, mostly because he was sweating slightly under the candlelight, wearing velvet and by being surrounded by a talkative mass of people. At least the drink wasn't half bad, neither the cooks looked amateur or unskilled, so far.
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Sterling expected his son would appreciate the news."I will pass on the offer." Looking down at his own now empty glass with a look of annoyance James glanced back to Arthur. "And I am sure we can find an excuse for the grandchildren to visit, if no other reason than to run around your large house." James could already see young Francis charging down the long hallways and wide stairwells. "This all really is quite impressive you know."
"What can I say, my friend? I try." Lionheart laughed out loud, patting his gut. It had grown significantly in peacetime, but as he ran for the presidency he began to exercise and ride more frequently and tempered his diet again, causing it to begin shrinking to more manageable proportions.
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Bellerose drew closure, speaking softly, with a slight smile. So those around him might think he was sharing a bawdy jape. “I would not listen to the snakes that hiss in your ear, Britain was your country once, but no longer. If it had not been for my brother securing the intervention of France and Spain.. well, the British would have fit us all with nooses long ago.” Bellerose fidgeted in his chair uncomfortably. “I may be alone when I say this, ami, but they are no friends of ours. Lest they would have vacated the Northwest Territory. And yet their shadow still looms.” Bellerose sighed, his mood fouled further by thoughts of the home country’s troubles. “Things.. fair in Paris. The people love the King, but the debts incurred fighting the British are not inconsequential. Some agitate the mob, but I trust His.. King Louis will be able to deal with them. I hear Spain fairs far better, though if France should choose to sit the war out.. I know not if we can expect aid from them.” He sliced off a slice of meat, filling his mouth, and washing it down with some wine. “Perhaps my brother would be able to convince them to aid us again, though even his talents have limits.” He looked around sheepishly, as if to ensure no one were listening. “I know you are President, and I merely a former soldier, but if I might grant you a parcel of wisdom.. pay our debts in turn and seek to keep our allies close. Men like Harris will seek to drive a wedge between us and our allies, but a fledgling nation needs friends, preferably powerful ones with armies and big ships.” The Frenchmen smile amiably.
Lionheart nodded along as Bellerose whispered in his ear, looking to any outsider observer as though he was focused on devouring his food. But the French-American would know, as anyone who got to know Lionheart well would, that in truth the President was paying more attention than he let on. Bellerose's French sympathies were no secret to Lionheart, who knew enough of history and had been good enough chums to the former to know of his reasons for detesting the British and wanting to draw close to France. But he also knew that no small number of other Americans, including those he would consider inclined to support him, favored ties with Britain for any number of reasons - their shared cultural background, perhaps, or more often trade, particularly among New Englanders (that his own Vice-President is a New England was not lost on him).
Finally, when he finished his meal - coincidentally, or not, just as Bellerose finished speaking - Arthur straightened his posture and washed down the last bits of sausage-infused turkey with a deep red wine. "Have no fear, my man, I would never contemplate turning on our French friends after everything they've done for us. And of course there's still reason to be suspicious of Britain...as I speak there are still redcoats billeted in forts in the northwest, on our land. That must and shall be rectified." He answered, looking and sounding dead serious for once. The idea that his old archenemy Harris might favor rapproachment with the British soured him on the notion of a pro-British policy, even if the less emotional parts of his brain were shouting at him to separate his emotions from rational politics.
"But they are still too strong, and we are still too weak, for any serious confrontation." Shays' Rebellion had been a close enough call for the government of Massachusetts. And if the government had struggled to defeat a mob of rebellious rabble armed with hunting muskets, then contending with a Great Power before properly rebuilding their army and navy to match - or even exceed - the Continental glory days was certainly completely out of the question. "If I can, I will rectify our issues with Britain peaceably and with reason. If the French are...distracted...by internal matters, then keeping the peace becomes all the more vital." That bit of news was unwelcome. It did not take a genius to figure that if the French were unable to intervene in any future Anglo-American war due to internal troubles, then the US would be stuck up a river of excrement without a paddle. "Whatever troubles King Louis, I certainly hope it passes soon. In the meantime, I will assuredly honor our debts to him. Anything less would dishonor our nation."
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Van Ressenlaer had been invited by credit to his relatives and wealth. He politely remained silent unless adressed, for the men around were congressmen, senators and even a president. Some men he knew, some only by name or by reputation, but still. The patroon tried to engage in polite conversation with his immediate neighbours, as any gentleman of note would do. He wondered where his in-laws, Hamiltons and Schuylers, were currently. Stephen was sure some other among his many relatives would be present, but wigs and formal attire made harder to glance known people, less so in such an excited crowd. The powder he had used to fancily white his own dark hair was a bit itchy, mostly because he was sweating slightly under the candlelight, wearing velvet and by being surrounded by a talkative mass of people. At least the drink wasn't half bad, neither the cooks looked amateur or unskilled, so far.
As the festivities continued to swirl about him and few people of note, or whose opinions he cared about, came up to him, Lionel Lionheart found himself getting bored. His father's food was good and the wine better, but the company was lacking and his wife had to tend to their children. With nothing better to do, the President's son and freshly elected Senator from Virginia rose from his seat and began looking for other people he thought he might have an interesting conversation with. It did not take long for him to find a younger man who he could not recognize amidst the sea of former officers and members of the Continental Congress, and was remaining oddly silent and reserved amidst the celebrations. Was this fellow just shy or waiting for family and friends of his own? Lionheart the Younger figured the fastest way to figure that out would be to ask him, so on he went, casually sauntering up to Van Rensselaer to engage him in conversation.
"Well, hello there! I recognize many of the faces here in this hall, but not yours. Lionel Lionheart, at your service." The Senator extended his hand to the patroon once he was in range. And who might you be? was the unspoken, but obvious question, manifested and calling for an answer in Lionheart's offered handshake.
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“Yes, more reason to bide our time. Give France time to work out it’s own difficulties, it would not be wise to throw our strength away alone.” Bellerose agreed, finishing his own plate. He had lost his appetite, but didn’t wish to offend his host. “It is good to hear you will hold to our deals. The high road can be more difficult, but honor is paramount, God is watching after all.” He leaned back patting his stomach happily. “Though, I do have a suggestion. We are no great power, but trade with our fledgling nation holds value. Perhaps we should favor that value toward our allies on the continent, rather than further strengthening Britain and its eternally growing empire?” He waved his hand dismissively, his feelings toward France and Britain both were well known, as such he knew his words might hold little weight. Though, he felt comfortable sharing such words with a friend. “But, my brother would know more about such things, and has a voice in Congress besides. I shall leave such matters to those who understand them.” He reached toward a passing servant and retrieved a bottle of brandy. “Now, please tell me you remember how to drink, General.”
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Philippe Bellerose approaches the son of the famed Lionheart, after having his fill of conversation with his father’s old friend from France. He generally liked to give his father space when he met with old friends, the man was middle aged, but could get very rowdy when the occasion called for it. The young Philippe spotted the younger Lionheart from across the room, approaching him thoughtfully. “Bonjour.” He said as he approached, a glass of wine in hand. “You are Lionel Lionheart are you not, non?” He questioned. “I never had the pleasure of meeting you while we served in the war.”
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As the festivities continued to swirl about him and few people of note, or whose opinions he cared about, came up to him, Lionel Lionheart found himself getting bored. His father's food was good and the wine better, but the company was lacking and his wife had to tend to their children. With nothing better to do, the President's son and freshly elected Senator from Virginia rose from his seat and began looking for other people he thought he might have an interesting conversation with. It did not take long for him to find a younger man who he could not recognize amidst the sea of former officers and members of the Continental Congress, and was remaining oddly silent and reserved amidst the celebrations. Was this fellow just shy or waiting for family and friends of his own? Lionheart the Younger figured the fastest way to figure that out would be to ask him, so on he went, casually sauntering up to Van Rensselaer to engage him in conversation.
"Well, hello there! I recognize many of the faces here in this hall, but not yours. Lionel Lionheart, at your service." The Senator extended his hand to the patroon once he was in range. And who might you be? was the unspoken, but obvious question, manifested and calling for an answer in Lionheart's offered handshake.
He was caught in the middle of a cough fit.
"Senator Lionheart"
Greeted the patroon.
"You're the president's son"
He said, stating the blatantly obvious. Blushing slightly.
"I'm Stephen van Rensselaer"
The young man hoped the senator would know him, if not by name, still by reputation. He didn't add the third of his name to his introduction because it sounded pompous.
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“Yes, more reason to bide our time. Give France time to work out it’s own difficulties, it would not be wise to throw our strength away alone.” Bellerose agreed, finishing his own plate. He had lost his appetite, but didn’t wish to offend his host. “It is good to hear you will hold to our deals. The high road can be more difficult, but honor is paramount, God is watching after all.” He leaned back patting his stomach happily. “Though, I do have a suggestion. We are no great power, but trade with our fledgling nation holds value. Perhaps we should favor that value toward our allies on the continent, rather than further strengthening Britain and its eternally growing empire?” He waved his hand dismissively, his feelings toward France and Britain both were well known, as such he knew his words might hold little weight. Though, he felt comfortable sharing such words with a friend. “But, my brother would know more about such things, and has a voice in Congress besides. I shall leave such matters to those who understand them.” He reached toward a passing servant and retrieved a bottle of brandy. “Now, please tell me you remember how to drink, General.”
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Philippe Bellerose approaches the son of the famed Lionheart, after having his fill of conversation with his father’s old friend from France. He generally liked to give his father space when he met with old friends, the man was middle aged, but could get very rowdy when the occasion called for it. The young Philippe spotted the younger Lionheart from across the room, approaching him thoughtfully. “Bonjour.” He said as he approached, a glass of wine in hand. “You are Lionel Lionheart are you not, non?” He questioned. “I never had the pleasure of meeting you while we served in the war.”
"I'd sooner forget how to breathe." Lionheart chortled, eager for the detour from talk of politics. Balancing international relations was already making his head spin...or maybe it was all the wine he'd been pouring down his throat for, what, the last hour? There would be time to worry about all that tomorrow, or the day after. Congress wasn't going anywhere, after all, and neither were the British, French and Spanish. "Cheers!"
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"I am he," Lionel responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And you are Mister Bellerose, I assume. Would I be correct in assuming further that you heard of me from your father, as I heard of you from mine? You're right that our paths have never crossed before, which I find quite odd given who our fathers are." Now this was a man worth talking to, at last: the son of his father's steel right hand, of whom he knew nothing beyond his existence, gleaned from conversations about the elder Bellerose with old Arthur. "Where did you serve, if I might ask?"
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He was caught in the middle of a cough fit.
"Senator Lionheart"
Greeted the patroon.
"You're the president's son"
He said, stating the blatantly obvious. Blushing slightly.
"I'm Stephen van Rensselaer"
The young man hoped the senator would know him, if not by name, still by reputation. He didn't add the third of his name to his introduction because it sounded pompous.
"So I am." Lionheart flashed a lion-like smile. His reputation preceding him always made him smile, though he would have preferred to be known as a proper prince rather than the son of a mere president. "Van Rensselaer, eh? I think I've heard of you. Master of the largest estate in this part of the country, if what I've heard is correct." Truthfully, that was all the younger Lionheart knew, for Van Rensselaer could not have served in the war due to his young age and in general he wasn't an expert on New York politics outside of 'Hamilton = my friend, therefore Hamilton = good'. Speaking of which..."I don't suppose you're related to, or at least associated with, any of the New Yorkers I fought with during the war. General Schuyler, perhaps? Or Alexander Hamilton?" Who was known to be married to a Schuyler himself, and one of several important staff officers surrounding his father from the advent of the Continental Army onward. Lionheart himself was surprised he hadn't run into the latter so far all evening.
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“There is the man I knew.” Bellerose says jovially. “Cheers! To good friends, good booze, and to you Mr. President.” Bellerose could deal with politics and plans tomorrow, today was for drink and good company.
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“Indeed, it is strange. That neither our fathers nor the war had our paths merge. Yet fate would decide we meet at a party.” He shrugged. “C’est la vie. God works in mysterious ways.” The 1st generation American sipped his drink. “I served in the Maryland 2nd. Fought at Trenton, took a grievous wound at Princeton. Returned just in time for the disaster at Camden.” Philippe was certain, beyond a doubt, that Harris had purposefully set him and his men up for failure. And likely cost them the battle, though perhaps that was his arrogance speaking. “Then service in the southern campaign, until the end.” He smiles warmly. “It can be difficult to emerge from the shadow of great men like our fathers, non? But forgive me, I have not asked for your own record of service?”
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"So I am." Lionheart flashed a lion-like smile. His reputation preceding him always made him smile, though he would have preferred to be known as a proper prince rather than the son of a mere president. "Van Rensselaer, eh? I think I've heard of you. Master of the largest estate in this part of the country, if what I've heard is correct." Truthfully, that was all the younger Lionheart knew, for Van Rensselaer could not have served in the war due to his young age and in general he wasn't an expert on New York politics outside of 'Hamilton = my friend, therefore Hamilton = good'. Speaking of which..."I don't suppose you're related to, or at least associated with, any of the New Yorkers I fought with during the war. General Schuyler, perhaps? Or Alexander Hamilton?" Who was known to be married to a Schuyler himself, and one of several important staff officers surrounding his father from the advent of the Continental Army onward. Lionheart himself was surprised he hadn't run into the latter so far all evening.
"Yes, and the oldest"
He said, adding nothing more about his estate, because it wasn't elegant to boast about such things between gentlemen.
"The general Schuyler is my father-in-law and, thusly, Mr Hamilton is my brother-in-law. You may also personally have met Philip Livingston, my grandfather, God bless him"
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“There is the man I knew.” Bellerose says jovially. “Cheers! To good friends, good booze, and to you Mr. President.” Bellerose could deal with politics and plans tomorrow, today was for drink and good company.
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“Indeed, it is strange. That neither our fathers nor the war had our paths merge. Yet fate would decide we meet at a party.” He shrugged. “C’est la vie. God works in mysterious ways.” The 1st generation American sipped his drink. “I served in the Maryland 2nd. Fought at Trenton, took a grievous wound at Princeton. Returned just in time for the disaster at Camden.” Philippe was certain, beyond a doubt, that Harris had purposefully set him and his men up for failure. And likely cost them the battle, though perhaps that was his arrogance speaking. “Then service in the southern campaign, until the end.” He smiles warmly. “It can be difficult to emerge from the shadow of great men like our fathers, non? But forgive me, I have not asked for your own record of service?”
"Ah. My condolences on having to serve under Harris." Lionel chuckled darkly. Camden had been one of the blackest days of the Revolution, and the fact that the commanding general - who had tried to undermine and replace his own father - was able to recover, and his father didn't press his advantage to get the man fully 'retired', baffled the younger Lionheart to no end. "Still, it all worked out well enough for our families in the end, didn't it." It sure did in his view - even if not entirely removed Harris was disgraced, Bellerose replaced him and took the lion's share of the glory in the Southern Campaign, and of course the elder Lionheart kept his position and led the Continental Army to its final triumph.
"That it is. Lionheart and Bellerose Senior have cast shadows the size of mountains." He continued with a dramatic flourish of his hand. "Nevertheless, my own father taught me that it is the duty of each generation to leave the world a better place for their successors. No matter how monumental our fathers' achievements were, we must - and dare I say we can, this country is even younger than either of us and who knows what future opportunities will become present - eclipse them in time, for the sake of our children and their grandchildren." Lionel could already think of several things he was pretty sure he'd do better than his old man.
"I spent the first days of the war defending home and hearth from Lord Dunmore's forces and efforts to incite servile insurrection, but I only joined the Continental Army and began to fight outside of Virginia nearly a year later when I rode at the head of the First Continental Light Dragoons." Lionel proudly answered when asked about his war record. This was something he'd never get tired of talking about, for sure. "I was everywhere my father wasn't. If your father and General Harrison were his strong right and left arms, I and the other dragoon commanders were his eyes, always scouting ahead of him, protecting the army's flanks from Howe's and Clinton's efforts to outmaneuver us and innocent towns from Hessian depredations, and driving off redcoat foragers. I was later sent south with your father, and primarily fought to keep the backcountry clear of Tories and to challenge Banastre the Butcher everywhere he reared his ugly head." He conspicuously fingered the gold medal pinned to his chest, a rare award from Congress for his victory at the former. "Best days of my life, let me tell you. I've yet to experience anything that beats the thrill of cavalry combat, whether it was an honorable clash of arms like those at Paulus Hook and Guilford Court House or a vicious little skirmish with Hessians and the gang of murderous scum Tarleton called his 'green dragoons'."
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"Yes, and the oldest"
He said, adding nothing more about his estate, because it wasn't elegant to boast about such things between gentlemen.
"The general Schuyler is my father-in-law and, thusly, Mr Hamilton is my brother-in-law. You may also personally have met Philip Livingston, my grandfather, God bless him"
"Ah, excellent." This man was well-connected, even if not well-known just yet. And connected to the right people, at that. "I consider Alexander Hamilton a good friend. My father was wise to make him aide-de-camp, and he and I both correctly saw the weaknesses in the Articles of Confederation immediately following the war - it is a shame that it took Shays' Rebellion to convince the leaders and notables of the threat. But I shall leave it to him to regale you with the full story of his wartime exploits, if you desire to hear it." Lionel smiled and clasped his gloved hands together. It wasn't his place to tell other people's war stories unless they were his dead friends, and Hamilton was still alive...just not around at this banquet yet, it seemed.
"I never met your grandfather, sadly. But I have heard great things about him from my own father, who worked with him as late as the Battle of Brooklyn Heights. He was one of the engineers of the boycott on British goods before the Revolution, no?" A shame that he died before witnessing the Revolution's final triumph. But triumph it did, and surely Livingston would smile if he saw what the revolutionaries had accomplished from his seat in Heaven. What they had accomplished since would probably have been less thrilling, though.
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He laughed. “Yes, yes. Bok is the name. Ah, the gem that is New York was a natural choice, but surly we would be meeting in your Philadelphia if it had not been here. Though I must say I’m grateful I didn’t have to make such a terribly long trip.” He sipped at his beverage. “Bah.” The man said, merrily. “The states are strong, on the backs of places like New York and Pennsylvania the country will survive and thrive.”
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”Ah yes, the country of my father’s father. A gem to be certain, and Paris.. c’est manifique.” He said wistfully, punctuating his words with a grin. “You may have lost me forever if President Lionheart had not been elected, but that would have been tragic, to keep such.. friends as us apart.” He have a slight eye in regards to France’s current state. “Ah, but the French crown has everything well and under control I suspect. Do not worry yourself, our closest and oldest friend King Louis will remain strong, of this I’ve no doubts.”
Thomas nodded as he sipped his wine.
"I will toast to that, Mr. Bok! I hope that our merry agreement tonight will continue between our two neighboring states. New York and Pennsylvania gain nothing from conflict, God knows we've had enough trouble with the Connecticut Yankees."
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Harris rolled his cane between his hands, smiling a cocky smile.
"We shall see, Mr. Bellerose, we shall see. Our country would do well to not tie itself to any papist nation too tightly, lest the rats slip in and consume America from within. Please give my regards to Mr. Lionheart, I will not bother him when he is so busy celebrating his... victory."
The word tasted like ash in his mouth. He had no doubt that the election for Lionheart had been rigged in favor of the "Hero of the American Revolution". He had no need to give Lionheart the satisfaction of rubbing it in his face directly.
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"Let us toast!" Arthur raised his glass, beaming. "To a better, safer and freer home for our children and grandchildren. I'm sure that of all eighty-five members of our Congress you can find eight-six rivaling opinions, as you could have with the Continental Congress, and likewise you could easily find fourteen opinions between our thirteen states..." He chuckled at that. Sometimes it felt like he spent more time wrangling with Congress for resources or to protect his position from wannabe usurpers like Harris than actually fighting the Revolutionary War. "But that is well and good, so long as all remember to set their petty feuds aside for the sake of the American nation when it matters."
"If everyone thought the same, we would have no need for government. Let our democracy be built on differing opinions finding common ground."
Lindberg dug in to the dinner, keeping up light conversation with the dinner guests next to him.
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I like all Americans are indebted to our French allies who helped us achieve our independence, yet one cannot forget the bonds of kinship we share with Britain. It is with great importance that we treat with both France and Britain, avoiding european conflicts and opening up trade. The safety and preservation of our nation should be our only concern and we must not become a pawn in the games of Europe
Harris pondered and nodded. Personally he would throw France in the gutter, but there was no need to talk of such proposals yet.
"Agreed, Mr. Clare. As an independent nation in a new world, we must assert ourselves on the world stage. The old monarchies will drag us down if we tie ourselves too hard to them."
Harris noticed in the corner of his eye that his son Edward was calling for him, standing next to a few other guests from Rhode Island. He turned back to Richard Clare and smiled.
"It has been a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Clare, and I hope to do so more in the future. I must excuse myself for now, it seems by presence is needed elsewhere. Take care, and God bless."
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@Barry
“Your condolences are appreciated, hopefully we can keep that snake from working his way back into importance.” He could never understand why Lionheart nor his own father had sacked the man, discrediting him fully when they had the chance. “That it did, particularly well for yours.” The younger Bellerose agreed. God only knows where my father will end up. The youth thought, there was no military to serve in, not yet, and his father did not seem the man to run for office.. but he had to have returned to the former colonies for a reason. “After all, your father sits one step away from a Kingship.” He laughed, there were men that would take offense at such a statement of course, but the younger Bellerose was far from meek. “Yes. We must strive to surpass our fathers, even as their shadows continue to grow with fresh achievements.” He nodded. “The war was a diffrent time, a different world. One where enemies were clean and honor was obvious. But, in peace perhaps we can make a name as well? I have found myself positioned in the House, and what of you? I hear you sought an office for yourself?” He questioned.
@Jok
”Yes, Yes. Troubles abound, territories, disputes.” He agreed. “I have the unfortunate draw of dealing with these New Yorkers who call themselves Vermont.” He huffed. “And a need to come to agreements with the natives along the lakes in my states. But the friendship of our western neighbor will be a treasured help.”
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”Thankfully, few seem to agree with that sentiment. I think the American people know where the rats are hiding.” He gave a smile. “I will pass your.. regards to His Excellency the President. Enjoy your night, Mr. Harris.” The former General allowed, as he excused himself, giving a satisfied smug look.
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"Believe me, I know how you feel." Lionheart answered with a nod, his usual smile giving way to a more serious expression for once. "I miss the war table and overseeing the battlefield, witnessing the maneuvers we'd planned be executed by the men on the ground, and the thrill of victory - especially the close ones we achieved against bigger and meaner odds, which was often." The grin returned, but in a different form. Harrison could recognize it as the almost predatory grin Lionheart would sport when he had just outfoxed the redcoats and was on the cusp of victory.
Arthur did not hesitate to shake Robert's hand when it was offered, and acknowledged Joy with a respectful nod. "My, my. I can see why the Congregationalists up north insist on such conservative and plain dress for their women - their beauty would blind any and all men otherwise! You're a lucky man, Robert." As he uttered the compliment, his grin was much more friendly again. "And that's just as well. The Navy played an important role in the war, after all. A shame that the frigates had to be sold off, in the end, while my and your father's army had to be disbanded. Were they still around, that rascal Shays would never have dared to rise up."
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"Another time indeed! God willing, it will be soon." Arthur lamented. Time with Lionel's children had been a precious break from the war and the relentless intrigues against Harris and his ilk. "And I assure you, I miss leading the entire army as much as Joseph might miss leading his unit. But, such is the cost of peace, which has its own welcome benefits anyway."
"Truthfully I would prefer to fix our capital at Philadelphia, which already served us nobly during the war." Lionheart confided when James asked. "But I think that would anger our fellow Southrons as greatly as leaving it in New York would. Fixing it at Richmond or Charleston is likely to have a similar effect on the North, in my estimation. Perhaps someplace in Maryland, as close as possible to the exact geographical center between all our states, would be best, if I cannot persuade Congress to keep it at Philadelphia."
That's exactly what father said about Shay. If only we had our navy and army still around, then that rebellion would have been over within a few short weeks.
Harrison pats his son's shoulder after Robert speaks. He then takes a step back, thanking the President for his time. Lionel looks at his son for a moment before turning to Arthur.
Shay's Rebellion reminded us all of how fragile our country still is. I can only hope that the states vote for the reintroduction of a federal army and navy to protect our country. Both Spain and Britain are just a stone's throwaway and France may be our ally... but I always felt that was a marriage of convenience. I hear that King Louis was hardly happy at the gains the French made.
Lionel grabs a drink from a passing tray.
Not to mention the many native tribes that live beyond our borders. Our people will need protection if they seek to settle further and further West.
Robert, who was still present, spoke in turn.
Shipping lanes to the South are still unprotected by the pirates that linger around the islands of the Bahamas and the Caribbean. Not to mention privateers in Europe and the corsairs of the Ottoman Empire and the African nations.
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James could see that the President had thoroughly examined this situation. The choice of a capital would likely have its effect on the various politicians if it wasn't positioned just right after all.
I believe Philadelphia would be a suitable capital. Its role during the Revolution was paramount and I know my former British superiors know of its vital importance. It was the ideal stronghold in the North and if, God forbid, Britain returns, Philadelphia would be perfectly situated to serve as a command post against any northern advance.
The commander side of MacCotter came out in that instance, recalling the northern campaigns from what he had read.
Speaking of Maryland, the city of Annapolis, along Chesapeake Bay, was a temporary capital recently for the nation and it served as the seat for the Confederation Congress. Given its position along the coast, it would certainly be quite the place to situate a capital. Chesapeake Bay is easy to defend if you situate sound forts along its coast. Good place for shipping and trade would help build capital as well and attract citizens. If built right, it could be a thriving port and capital.
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"Yes quite so." Edward responds, "It really is an occasion any man of character could dare miss."
The mention of MacCotter's past service brought back memories for Edward.
"I fought against the French as well, lead a regiment of Calvary up north... Did the same in the revolution as well." Pausing as memories flicker to the forefront,
"Actually I believe your son served under me for a time, back early in the war...
Edward could not quite recall where, it being so long back.
James would drink from his glass as Edward spoke.
He commanded His Excellency's 2nd Light Dragoon Regiment by 1780. Before then, he was a cavalryman in a regiment raised from North Carolina. He fought at the Brandywine and Germantown to the North. I am not too aware of his activities in the North as my regiment, the 2nd American Regiment, the Volunteers of Ireland, fought mainly in the southern theater. It is probably a good thing I never fought my son.
The elder MacCotter says as he drinks once more from his glass.
He misses it. I find my son hunting a lot with old comrades from that regiment. I believe he will return to the army, if Congress ever passes the necessary measures to reinstate our armed forces.
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Alexander arrived rather fashionably late, just in time to catch the President's inaugural address. Perhaps a little inappropriate for a member of the cabinet, but Hamilton never exactly adhered to convention. At his arm was his bride, the lady Schuyler, followed in turn by his eldest son Philip, an already handsome lad with inquisitive eyes that gawped at the grandiosity of this display of Presidential power. Known to the political establishment, Hamilton was fending off Congressmen and Senators as soon as he had arrived, parrying their fawning with polite rebuttals as he made his way towards the now-President Lionheart, who he had risen from serving as Chief of Staff during the war to now being named as his Secretary of the Treasury.
"You seem to have things well in hand, Sir. The government does not seem to have collapsed just yet. But there is still time."
Hamilton japed in greeting, adopting a playful visage of seriousness as he wagged a finger in warning.
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After greeting the President, Hamilton made his way over to his brother-in-law, Stephen Van Ressenlaer, who he had spotted as he entered mingling with the other aristocratic landowners.
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The Howards had arrived early, but had spent much of their time mingling with the Marlyand elite; the Governor busily conducting political business with local allies and rivals even during this time of celebration.
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"Yes, indeed, he was. I never met someone as determined. He died when I was still a kid, sadly"
Replied Stephen.
"But he did talk proudly of his service to the nation and with your father, of course"
He smiles slightly.
"My brother-in-law is always willing enough to share his exploits. Mr Hamilton is a force of nature, so to speak"
Maybe the mercurial Lionheart empathized with the bold secretary.
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After greeting the President, Hamilton made his way over to his brother-in-law, Stephen Van Ressenlaer, who he had spotted as he entered mingling with the other aristocratic landowners.
"Hamilton"
The powdered hair was itching terribly. And he was sweating a lot under the velvet brocade.
"Quite an evening, don't you think? How's Betsey? I believe Peggy intended to visit and entertain her this very week"
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"I left her and Philip with our President's wife. You know what she is like."
Elizabeth could talk up a storm when she was in the mood. The couple were both still young and energetic; the newly appointed secretary being one of the rising political stars of the new American state. Hamilton straightened his collar and smiled ruefully.
"Quite an evening indeed. I would like to think that the politics would cease for one night, but I truly doubt it."
He grabbed them both a cup of wine, whatever luxurious vintage Lionheart had procured for the celebration. Probably French.
"I have already had several busybodies from Congress try and talk business with me. They don't know shame, really."
Hamilton took a few sips in between words. As usual, he looked on edge.
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"Oh yes"
Said the patroon.
"She's a match for Peggy, Old Schuyler didn't raise meek creatures, for sure"
He added.
"My own wife is also in that salon, so they probably teamed up"
The Dutch-American chews non-chantically a bite of a sweet. He sips a bit of wine.
"You're now a dashing secretary, no wonder why. I came because, how couldn't I attend? But I'm a bit at loss at this, I must admit, because I have no career or political estature. Even if I exchanged words with fellow... with some acquaintances"
He had talked with some freemasons of the lodge, member of the congress. And also with people he remembered from parties, receptions and even Harvard.
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@Gandulf
The now Senator Jean-Baptiste Bellerose approached the governor of his home state, being a Marylander he thought it only prudent to address the chief executive of his own state, before mingling with his friends among the French and Spanish delegations. “Governor Howard. It is good to see you here, representing our great state.” The French American says.
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@Barry
“Your condolences are appreciated, hopefully we can keep that snake from working his way back into importance.” He could never understand why Lionheart nor his own father had sacked the man, discrediting him fully when they had the chance. “That it did, particularly well for yours.” The younger Bellerose agreed. God only knows where my father will end up. The youth thought, there was no military to serve in, not yet, and his father did not seem the man to run for office.. but he had to have returned to the former colonies for a reason. “After all, your father sits one step away from a Kingship.” He laughed, there were men that would take offense at such a statement of course, but the younger Bellerose was far from meek. “Yes. We must strive to surpass our fathers, even as their shadows continue to grow with fresh achievements.” He nodded. “The war was a diffrent time, a different world. One where enemies were clean and honor was obvious. But, in peace perhaps we can make a name as well? I have found myself positioned in the House, and what of you? I hear you sought an office for yourself?” He questioned.
Ah, if only my father would take that last step. But Lionel had forcefully argued for a monarchy before, and been shot down by none other than his old man. This inauguration, which would have been a coronation - and not at all preceded by an election - if he'd had his way and his father had had a little more ambition, was not the time or place to rehash that idea. "I did. The General Assembly of Virginia saw fit to elect me to one of our new Senate's seats, and I hope to serve both my state and union ably in this capacity." He proudly said in answer to Bellerose's question. "The old Congress was toothless, and determined to remain as such until events made it readily obvious that it could not be so indefinitely - I speak not only of Shays' Rebellion, but also matters like the feud between Pennsylvanian Pennamites and Connecticut Yankees. Our new Congress must not make the same mistakes."
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That's exactly what father said about Shay. If only we had our navy and army still around, then that rebellion would have been over within a few short weeks.
Harrison pats his son's shoulder after Robert speaks. He then takes a step back, thanking the President for his time. Lionel looks at his son for a moment before turning to Arthur.
Shay's Rebellion reminded us all of how fragile our country still is. I can only hope that the states vote for the reintroduction of a federal army and navy to protect our country. Both Spain and Britain are just a stone's throwaway and France may be our ally... but I always felt that was a marriage of convenience. I hear that King Louis was hardly happy at the gains the French made.
Lionel grabs a drink from a passing tray.
Not to mention the many native tribes that live beyond our borders. Our people will need protection if they seek to settle further and further West.
Robert, who was still present, spoke in turn.
Shipping lanes to the South are still unprotected by the pirates that linger around the islands of the Bahamas and the Caribbean. Not to mention privateers in Europe and the corsairs of the Ottoman Empire and the African nations.
"Aye, aye." Arthur nodded as the Harrisons spoke, finding that he agreed with everything they were saying. "I'm sure the state of our finances is less than ideal, and that many fear the institution of a permanent standing army. But it is apparent now, as it was after Camden and all those other battles where we tried to send state militias up against Britain's finest, that a standing military will be crucial to our survival as a nation. Remind me, are you in our new Congress?" He hoped at least one of the Harrisons would be. He'd need all the allies he could get to approve funding for a military, after all.
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Alexander arrived rather fashionably late, just in time to catch the President's inaugural address. Perhaps a little inappropriate for a member of the cabinet, but Hamilton never exactly adhered to convention. At his arm was his bride, the lady Schuyler, followed in turn by his eldest son Philip, an already handsome lad with inquisitive eyes that gawped at the grandiosity of this display of Presidential power. Known to the political establishment, Hamilton was fending off Congressmen and Senators as soon as he had arrived, parrying their fawning with polite rebuttals as he made his way towards the now-President Lionheart, who he had risen from serving as Chief of Staff during the war to now being named as his Secretary of the Treasury.
"You seem to have things well in hand, Sir. The government does not seem to have collapsed just yet. But there is still time."
Hamilton japed in greeting, adopting a playful visage of seriousness as he wagged a finger in warning.
"I haven't even started and I'm already wishing for such a collapse!" Arthur joked right back. "So many people have come, determined not to enjoy the festivities which I have prepared - or, at least, not just to enjoy the night - but rather to bother me with talk of politics. 'Mr. President, what are your thoughts on the Rhode Island tax rates? What about our relations with this-or-that country? Or how about a standing fleet of submersibles and whether it would be adequate defense from the Barbary corsairs?'" He bellowed with laughter even as he waved his arms about in exaggerated fashion. "How should I know, when I have not had time to read the detailed reports on any of this which, no doubt, have been prepared for me? I've been President for a few hours! It's all madness. Matters of state can be tackled on the morrow, rather than distracting us from enjoying ourselves to-night." He shook his head, still grinning. Of course, as a former presidential candidate and newsreader Lionheart already had at least some inkling of the issues challenging the nation, but to state as such would detract from the humor. "Anyway, how are you, Alexander? This must be your wife and son, I presume."
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"Yes, indeed, he was. I never met someone as determined. He died when I was still a kid, sadly"
Replied Stephen.
"But he did talk proudly of his service to the nation and with your father, of course"
He smiles slightly.
"My brother-in-law is always willing enough to share his exploits. Mr Hamilton is a force of nature, so to speak"
Maybe the mercurial Lionheart empathized with the bold secretary.
"The nation may have lost a great statesman when Philip Livingston passed, but you lost a grand-father as well. My condolences on your loss." Lionel said politely. It never hurt, and occasionally helped, to extend sincere and honorable condolences to the relatives of dead great men, in his experience.
"That Hamilton always is," He stated later, nodding firmly. "He is not one to hide his opinions on matters off the battlefield, either. But what about you, Mr. Van Rensselaer? Surely you have thoughts on the great and relevant matters of our Union this day, whether it be the Vermont question or the state of anarchy that Massachusetts nearly devolved into two years ago. Could I trouble you for those thoughts?" Not that Van Rensselaer had to answer at these celebrations. In fact, if Lionel deigned to ask his father the same question, he was pretty sure Arthur would brush it off and tell him to focus on having fun rather than blather about politics on this day. But it couldn't hurt to get at least a small inkling of who he might be dealing with in the future.
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The Sanfords would arrive in time for the President and Vice President's speeches, and once the celebration began, spend their time in conservation with other notables from Rhode Island, New England, or in the case of Thomas Sanford, with fellow captains from the Continental Navy.
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"Aye, aye." Arthur nodded as the Harrisons spoke, finding that he agreed with everything they were saying. "I'm sure the state of our finances is less than ideal, and that many fear the institution of a permanent standing army. But it is apparent now, as it was after Camden and all those other battles where we tried to send state militias up against Britain's finest, that a standing military will be crucial to our survival as a nation. Remind me, are you in our new Congress?" He hoped at least one of the Harrisons would be. He'd need all the allies he could get to approve funding for a military, after all.
Immediately, Robert glanced at his father, Lionel, who grinned at the President. Lionel had won his Senatorial seat just earlier this year and was pleased to be given the chance to do so.
I was Secretary of War two times, Your Excellency. I am not ready to leave the political scene just yet. You know well that I have sought to see our army and navy rebuilt. Otherwise, we will be sitting ducks if the damned lobsters come back with orders from the Tyrant, King George, to reclaim us. We can't count of the militias... they break easily and their equipment varies from state to state.
State funding varied which resulted in equipment varying as well. The militia of New York was certainly different than the militia of Georgia.
Even if its a small fighting force, its better than nothing. My son, here, plans to gather former naval personnel to build up support and campaign for a naval rebuilding. We need to protect our nation, from within and without. The Revolution proved the former, and the recent rebellion proved the latter. Rest assured, you will have my utmost and strong support.
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"Another time indeed! God willing, it will be soon." Arthur lamented. Time with Lionel's children had been a precious break from the war and the relentless intrigues against Harris and his ilk. "And I assure you, I miss leading the entire army as much as Joseph might miss leading his unit. But, such is the cost of peace, which has its own welcome benefits anyway."
"Truthfully I would prefer to fix our capital at Philadelphia, which already served us nobly during the war." Lionheart confided when James asked. "But I think that would anger our fellow Southrons as greatly as leaving it in New York would. Fixing it at Richmond or Charleston is likely to have a similar effect on the North, in my estimation. Perhaps someplace in Maryland, as close as possible to the exact geographical center between all our states, would be best, if I cannot persuade Congress to keep it at Philadelphia."
James could see that the President had thoroughly examined this situation. The choice of a capital would likely have its effect on the various politicians if it wasn't positioned just right after all.
I believe Philadelphia would be a suitable capital. Its role during the Revolution was paramount and I know my former British superiors know of its vital importance. It was the ideal stronghold in the North and if, God forbid, Britain returns, Philadelphia would be perfectly situated to serve as a command post against any northern advance.
The commander side of MacCotter came out in that instance, recalling the northern campaigns from what he had read.
Speaking of Maryland, the city of Annapolis, along Chesapeake Bay, was a temporary capital recently for the nation and it served as the seat for the Confederation Congress. Given its position along the coast, it would certainly be quite the place to situate a capital. Chesapeake Bay is easy to defend if you situate sound forts along its coast with good cannon and garrisons. The bay is already an ideal place for trade and shipping, so it would present a place to attract citizens for business. Built up right and it could be an ideal capital, Your Excellency.
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"Oh yes"
Said the patroon.
"She's a match for Peggy, Old Schuyler didn't raise meek creatures, for sure"
He added.
"My own wife is also in that salon, so they probably teamed up"
The Dutch-American chews non-chantically a bite of a sweet. He sips a bit of wine.
"You're now a dashing secretary, no wonder why. I came because, how couldn't I attend? But I'm a bit at loss at this, I must admit, because I have no career or political estature. Even if I exchanged words with fellow... with some acquaintances"
He had talked with some freemasons of the lodge, member of the congress. And also with people he remembered from parties, receptions and even Harvard.
"You say that, but I know you don't lack for friends here."
Hamilton smirked. The Dutchman might not be a politician, but he was more than wealthy enough to command an army of allies and favours that was perhaps equivalent to political office.
"Besides, who is to say you could not enter politics? If you were bored enough, that is."
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@Gandulf
The now Senator Jean-Baptiste Bellerose approached the governor of his home state, being a Marylander he thought it only prudent to address the chief executive of his own state, before mingling with his friends among the French and Spanish delegations. “Governor Howard. It is good to see you here, representing our great state.” The French American says.
Philip was a perfectly groomed man of middling height and stature, perhaps unremarkable aside from the ostentatious way he dressed himself and the hint of aristocratic English airs and graces in his voice.
"Senatpr Bellerose, a pleasure."
Howard extends a hand.
"We men of Maryland must stick together, as I was just telling my fellow compatriots."
Most Americans were Protestant, and regarded Howard and his ilk with suspicion. As if some Popish takeover were in the works...
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"I haven't even started and I'm already wishing for such a collapse!" Arthur joked right back. "So many people have come, determined not to enjoy the festivities which I have prepared - or, at least, not just to enjoy the night - but rather to bother me with talk of politics. 'Mr. President, what are your thoughts on the Rhode Island tax rates? What about our relations with this-or-that country? Or how about a standing fleet of submersibles and whether it would be adequate defense from the Barbary corsairs?'" He bellowed with laughter even as he waved his arms about in exaggerated fashion. "How should I know, when I have not had time to read the detailed reports on any of this which, no doubt, have been prepared for me? I've been President for a few hours! It's all madness. Matters of state can be tackled on the morrow, rather than distracting us from enjoying ourselves to-night." He shook his head, still grinning. Of course, as a former presidential candidate and newsreader Lionheart already had at least some inkling of the issues challenging the nation, but to state as such would detract from the humor. "Anyway, how are you, Alexander? This must be your wife and son, I presume."
"Yes, business of state may begin tomorrow... Assuming we aren't all cursed with a sore head. Then we may perhaps postpone it for another day, eh?"
The Secretary grinned, then turned to his wife and child.
"Elizabeth and Philip."
Alexander introduced them with a wave of the hand. Betsey smiled politely, whilst Philip looked at his shoes. Hamilton senior rolled his eyes.
"A pleasure to meet you, Excellency."
Hamilton's bride intoned, gently nudging her son to parrot her greeting. He remained stubborn.
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@Barry
Philippe raised an eyebrow curiously. “So you would argue the federal government, not the states, should have control over the extent of borders and the settlement of those disputes?” The Representative would not reveal his hand just yet. Instead he would test the waters first.
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Philip was a perfectly groomed man of middling height and stature, perhaps unremarkable aside from the ostentatious way he dressed himself and the hint of aristocratic English airs and graces in his voice.
"Senatpr Bellerose, a pleasure."
Howard extends a hand.
"We men of Maryland must stick together, as I was just telling my fellow compatriots."
Most Americans were Protestant, and regarded Howard and his ilk with suspicion. As if some Popish takeover were in the works...
Jean-Baptiste for his part wore somewhat muted clothing, his hair unkempt. Though the most popular scent from France wafted from him. “I could not agree more.” Bellerose replied. “We must stay strong if Maryland is to remain strong.” He fiddles his fingers. “Tell me, what are your opinions on the new powers of the federal government?”
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Richard contemplated returning home, he grew tired of the festivities and wished to see his wife. This day was for Lionheart, his own absent would go unnoticed by the guests. Richard decide to stay a little longer to keep up appearances, but in fact wanting to go home.
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Gilbert Clare the Governor of Massachusetts arrives with his younger brother Thomas Clare to congratulate the president on his inauguration
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Jonathan Crawford, and his wife Elizabeth, arrives to congratulate the new President is the United States of America.
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"Let us toast!" Arthur raised his glass, beaming. "To a better, safer and freer home for our children and grandchildren. I'm sure that of all eighty-five members of our Congress you can find eight-six rivaling opinions, as you could have with the Continental Congress, and likewise you could easily find fourteen opinions between our thirteen states..." He chuckled at that. Sometimes it felt like he spent more time wrangling with Congress for resources or to protect his position from wannabe usurpers like Harris than actually fighting the Revolutionary War. "But that is well and good, so long as all remember to set their petty feuds aside for the sake of the American nation when it matters."
Lifting his own glass in toast "And what a great nation it can be. We truly stand free to charter our own destiny. These next few years will set the course for the next 100." feeling a buzz from the alcohol James kept going "If the confederation has shown anything it's that we will not endure if we remain divided. We must find a balance between the interest of our states and the well being of our nation." How this was to be accomplished James was still torn on.
Pausing to let his words digest. "I do not envy you Arthur for the task you have taken upon yourself. I can only offer whatever help I may be able to provide." Provided that help did not conflict too much with the interest of his fellow Virginians.
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James would drink from his glass as Edward spoke.
He commanded His Excellency's 2nd Light Dragoon Regiment by 1780. Before then, he was a cavalryman in a regiment raised from North Carolina. He fought at the Brandywine and Germantown to the North. I am not too aware of his activities in the North as my regiment, the 2nd American Regiment, the Volunteers of Ireland, fought mainly in the southern theater. It is probably a good thing I never fought my son.
The elder MacCotter says as he drinks once more from his glass.
He misses it. I find my son hunting a lot with old comrades from that regiment. I believe he will return to the army, if Congress ever passes the necessary measures to reinstate our armed forces.
"Hmmm... Yes, that sounds about right. I was in charge of overseeing the formation and supply of the light horse regiments after Trenton. Did that until I took command of the 1st Continental Light Dragoons around April of 1778. They called it Drake's Legion." It had been hard back then to secure a command when his logistical abilities were so sought after.
"We first saw action in September of that year, defeating a Hessian regiment in an ambush. When Lord Cornwallis moved his British Army into North Carolina, My Legion entered South Carolina to protect that colony. Then in 1781, we participated in Pyle's Massacre and the Siege of Ninety Six." Talking about his war service brought a far off look to Drake's face.
Later we saw considerable action at the Battle of Guilford Court House, and the retaking of North and South Carolina.
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The Sanfords would arrive in time for the President and Vice President's speeches, and once the celebration began, spend their time in conservation with other notables from Rhode Island, New England, or in the case of Thomas Sanford, with fellow captains from the Continental Navy.
Henry Harris notices the arrival of Thomas Sanford and decides to talk with the naval captain. He strides up to Sanford and greets him with a nod.
"Commander Sanford? Henry Harris, I believe we have yet had the chance to talk with one another. Your naval exploits during the Revolution has always been impressive, and I would like to commend you for your patriotic duty and resilience in front of insurmountable odds."
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@Gandalfus
Edward Lloyd Harris noticed the arrival of Alexander Hamilton who began conversing with President Lionheart. The newspaper editor immediately walked over to greet the leading Federalist.
"Good evening, Secretary Hamilton. Edward Lloyd Harris, editor of the New York Courier. I have followed your work since the Continental Congress and would like to express my thanks and gratitude for everything you have done for our new nation."
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Immediately, Robert glanced at his father, Lionel, who grinned at the President. Lionel had won his Senatorial seat just earlier this year and was pleased to be given the chance to do so.
I was Secretary of War two times, Your Excellency. I am not ready to leave the political scene just yet. You know well that I have sought to see our army and navy rebuilt. Otherwise, we will be sitting ducks if the damned lobsters come back with orders from the Tyrant, King George, to reclaim us. We can't count of the militias... they break easily and their equipment varies from state to state.
State funding varied which resulted in equipment varying as well. The militia of New York was certainly different than the militia of Georgia.
Even if its a small fighting force, its better than nothing. My son, here, plans to gather former naval personnel to build up support and campaign for a naval rebuilding. We need to protect our nation, from within and without. The Revolution proved the former, and the recent rebellion proved the latter. Rest assured, you will have my utmost and strong support.
James could see that the President had thoroughly examined this situation. The choice of a capital would likely have its effect on the various politicians if it wasn't positioned just right after all.
I believe Philadelphia would be a suitable capital. Its role during the Revolution was paramount and I know my former British superiors know of its vital importance. It was the ideal stronghold in the North and if, God forbid, Britain returns, Philadelphia would be perfectly situated to serve as a command post against any northern advance.
The commander side of MacCotter came out in that instance, recalling the northern campaigns from what he had read.
Speaking of Maryland, the city of Annapolis, along Chesapeake Bay, was a temporary capital recently for the nation and it served as the seat for the Confederation Congress. Given its position along the coast, it would certainly be quite the place to situate a capital. Chesapeake Bay is easy to defend if you situate sound forts along its coast with good cannon and garrisons. The bay is already an ideal place for trade and shipping, so it would present a place to attract citizens for business. Built up right and it could be an ideal capital, Your Excellency.
"Very good. I'll certainly need it in the coming days, months and years." Lionheart laughed. "Quite the irony fate's dropped into our lap, eh? Here we are again, Lionheart and Harrison, about to fight side by side to ensure the survival of our nation - just not on a battlefield amid smoke and bullets, but in the halls of power, with word and pen. But that is well and good, for there are no others besides yourself whom I would have as my left hand on any battlefield." Unless there was anything more of import to say, the conversation would surely turn to idle chatter until the Harrisons left to make way for the next individual who wanted to chat with the President.
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"Perhaps, yes. Though I've a mind to construct a new capital entirely for our new union to avoid any rivalries between the states, God knows how much that will cost." Arthur thought it was a good idea, in theory. If the capital were a new city set in its own autonomous district, no Virginian could complain about the capital being seated among the Marylander Papists, nor a Georgian about it being located amidst the Quakers in Philadelphia or among the Yankees of Massachusetts or vice-versa. "But, figuring out the specifics - and deciding where we should lay down our capital, in general - can wait. Food and wine should be our main concerns tonight."
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"Yes, business of state may begin tomorrow... Assuming we aren't all cursed with a sore head. Then we may perhaps postpone it for another day, eh?"
The Secretary grinned, then turned to his wife and child.
"Elizabeth and Philip."
Alexander introduced them with a wave of the hand. Betsey smiled politely, whilst Philip looked at his shoes. Hamilton senior rolled his eyes.
"A pleasure to meet you, Excellency."
Hamilton's bride intoned, gently nudging her son to parrot her greeting. He remained stubborn.
"You know me too well, my friend." Lionheart responded with a grin of his own, then turned his head to address Hamilton's wife and silent child. "Enchanté, Mrs. Hamilton." The sight of the young Philip being either too shy or too awestruck to address him amused the President, and he struggled internally not to laugh. "As the angels of the Lord say in the Good Book - fear not, lad. You can look me in the eye and I promise you won't turn to stone, I reserve that power to deal with America's enemies."
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@Barry
Philippe raised an eyebrow curiously. “So you would argue the federal government, not the states, should have control over the extent of borders and the settlement of those disputes?” The Representative would not reveal his hand just yet. Instead he would test the waters first.
"Not always, of course. Virginia's natural borders should be left in Virginian hands, and for Virginians to sort out with any who dispute them, for example." Lionel laughed lightly, crossing his arms. "But, in more extreme cases where the states are about to come to blows, I do think the federal government has a role to play as mediator and arbiter. Better that than needless bloodshed between Americans, as has already happened between Pennsylvania and Connecticut not long ago."
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Richard contemplated returning home, he grew tired of the festivities and wished to see his wife. This day was for Lionheart, his own absent would go unnoticed by the guests. Richard decide to stay a little longer to keep up appearances, but in fact wanting to go home.
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Gilbert Clare the Governor of Massachusetts arrives with his younger brother Thomas Clare to congratulate the president on his inauguration
Arthur greets both Clares, and also takes a moment to find & chat up his Vice-President. "Richard! Are you enjoying yourself?" He said by way of greeting to the man he'd be working with at the nation's peak, once he found him.
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Jonathan Crawford, and his wife Elizabeth, arrives to congratulate the new President is the United States of America.
The Crawfords are shown the way to the President, who takes a break from wining and dining with some foreign dignitaries to greet them.
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Lifting his own glass in toast "And what a great nation it can be. We truly stand free to charter our own destiny. These next few years will set the course for the next 100." feeling a buzz from the alcohol James kept going "If the confederation has shown anything it's that we will not endure if we remain divided. We must find a balance between the interest of our states and the well being of our nation." How this was to be accomplished James was still torn on.
Pausing to let his words digest. "I do not envy you Arthur for the task you have taken upon yourself. I can only offer whatever help I may be able to provide." Provided that help did not conflict too much with the interest of his fellow Virginians.
"Funny isn't it, how the more things change, the more they stay the same." Arthur shook his head, smiling thinly even as he clinked glasses with Sterling. "It was said during the Revolution that we of the colonies had to unite or die. Well, as it so happens, we still need to do just that now, though the redcoats have retreated and we have beaten our bayonets into plowshares. As the Tories showed then and Shay's Rebellion shows now, sometimes it is other Americans who can be our worst enemies." But this was not the night to dwell on such grim thoughts. "That's an offer I'm happy to take you up on, my friend. In the end, we can only do the best we can, and pray that God fills in the gaps." If there was nothing else of great import to discuss, Lionheart would be more than happy to steer the conversation away from politics and back to idle friendly chatter at this point.
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Arthur greets both Clares, and also takes a moment to find & chat up his Vice-President. "Richard! Are you enjoying yourself?" He said by way of greeting to the man he'd be working with at the nation's peak, once he found him.
Richard smiled
Indeed I am Mr. President, this is a wonderful party. And yourself, how is your family?
Richard wasn’t much for parties but understood the importance, though as he stood his raced with work
have you given much thought yet for Supreme Court nominations?
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@Barry
Jean-Baptiste for his part wore somewhat muted clothing, his hair unkempt. Though the most popular scent from France wafted from him. “I could not agree more.” Bellerose replied. “We must stay strong if Maryland is to remain strong.” He fiddles his fingers. “Tell me, what are your opinions on the new powers of the federal government?”
"Maryland is my primary concern. The federal government may play a role as arbiter and ultimate overseer, but I believe our interests are best left to be dictated by our own people."
Philip clasped his hands together and smiled. He was a pious man, named for the saintly Arundel that was martyred by Elizabeth of England.
"I do not necessarily trust that those in government hold our best interests at heart, lacking the wisdom of our shared faith to guide them. Our freedoms are precious, and not to be lightly surrendered to such men as these."
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@Gandalfus
Edward Lloyd Harris noticed the arrival of Alexander Hamilton who began conversing with President Lionheart. The newspaper editor immediately walked over to greet the leading Federalist.
"Good evening, Secretary Hamilton. Edward Lloyd Harris, editor of the New York Courier. I have followed your work since the Continental Congress and would like to express my thanks and gratitude for everything you have done for our new nation."
"A pleasure, Mr Harris. I am proud of the work each of us have done in regards to building this nation. Frankly I wish I could claim the credit for myself, but it would be a herculean task to achieve alone."
The Secretary, despite his frontal display of modesty, was secretly quite pleased to be recognised for his work at the Congress. He offered Harris a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Come, let us have a drink. You are the son of the General Harris, are you not?"
A double-edged sword of a man, regarded as a hero by some and a villain by others. Or both, in some circles. Hamilton grabbed the younger Harris a cup of wine.
"I have never met him, in truth, despite the rather famed rivalry between himself and our President."
Hamilton had heard Lionheart rail about Harris' efforts to depose him a few times during his tenure as Chief of Staff. Saratoga had built the man's reputation up to rival the President's own, for a time. Alexander paused.
"But you must be sick of questions about your father, eh? Tell me, Mr Harris, what are your own plans? I would recommend a career in politics, but my wife would never forgive me for damning another soul to the devil."
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"You know me too well, my friend." Lionheart responded with a grin of his own, then turned his head to address Hamilton's wife and silent child. "Enchanté, Mrs. Hamilton." The sight of the young Philip being either too shy or too awestruck to address him amused the President, and he struggled internally not to laugh. "As the angels of the Lord say in the Good Book - fear not, lad. You can look me in the eye and I promise you won't turn to stone, I reserve that power to deal with America's enemies."
Betsey smirked, and Philip uncertainly raised his head.
"Mr- Excellency"
He managed. Hamilton ruffled his son's hair.
"Thankfully, we have no enemies. Outside our borders, that is."
Alexander grinned ruefully.
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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"A pleasure, Mr Harris. I am proud of the work each of us have done in regards to building this nation. Frankly I wish I could claim the credit for myself, but it would be a herculean task to achieve alone."
The Secretary, despite his frontal display of modesty, was secretly quite pleased to be recognised for his work at the Congress. He offered Harris a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Come, let us have a drink. You are the son of the General Harris, are you not?"
A double-edged sword of a man, regarded as a hero by some and a villain by others. Or both, in some circles. Hamilton grabbed the younger Harris a cup of wine.
"I have never met him, in truth, despite the rather famed rivalry between himself and our President."
Hamilton had heard Lionheart rail about Harris' efforts to depose him a few times during his tenure as Chief of Staff. Saratoga had built the man's reputation up to rival the President's own, for a time. Alexander paused.
"But you must be sick of questions about your father, eh? Tell me, Mr Harris, what are your own plans? I would recommend a career in politics, but my wife would never forgive me for damning another soul to the devil."
"You are too modest, Mr. Hamilton. From New England to Georgia, your name is known far and wide for your contribution to our new and improved Constitution. It is a blessing that we rid ourselves of the Articles of Confederation, otherwise we would have seen our proud republic sunder like Rome."
Edward been among the people writing about the congress, trying to sway public opinion one way or the other. While his newspaper had been small at the time, it had grown considerably these past years. He graciously accepted the wine from Hamilton a took a sip.
"I am indeed his son, and proud of it too. I can introduce you to him later, if you wish, I think you may find each other agreeable."
The younger Harris prayed to God that his father would not let his prejudice against the people who worked under Lionheart get the better of him. He laughed at Hamilton's joke.
"No, I don't think politics is quite right for me just yet. However, I will contribute to furthering our nation's cause through other means. My newspaper covers news and politics on a national level as much as it can, though most of our readers are still here in New York and some of the neighboring states. Yet the sky is the limit and I have plans to expand my business into a true national paper, with readers all across the United States. We need greater efforts to turn this collection of squabbling states into a real country worthy to stand on the world stage."
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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The nation may have lost a great statesman when Philip Livingston passed, but you lost a grand-father as well. My condolences on your loss." Lionel said politely. It never hurt, and occasionally helped, to extend sincere and honorable condolences to the relatives of dead great men, in his experience.
"That Hamilton always is," He stated later, nodding firmly. "He is not one to hide his opinions on matters off the battlefield, either. But what about you, Mr. Van Rensselaer? Surely you have thoughts on the great and relevant matters of our Union this day, whether it be the Vermont question or the state of anarchy that Massachusetts nearly devolved into two years ago. Could I trouble you for those thoughts?" Not that Van Rensselaer had to answer at these celebrations. In fact, if Lionel deigned to ask his father the same question, he was pretty sure Arthur would brush it off and tell him to focus on having fun rather than blather about politics on this day. But it couldn't hurt to get at least a small inkling of who he might be dealing with in the future.
"Thanks, Mr Lionheart, your kind words are appreciated"
Replied the Rensselaer scion. He frowned a bit when asked about such affairs so suddenly, but he tried to reply noneless.
"I do have my thoughts, for sure. The matter of Vermont is complicated, sir, as they're freely governed and have a large degree of identity and if the people of Vermont believe they should be their own state in order to be properly represented... One must always hear the people in those matters, they having a say in what rules them and how they're ruled is why the war was started in the first place. But Vermont does have times with my own county of Albany and their stance is very complicated, a thorny issue, indeed, something I don't have a proper answer for. And for the second matter..."
He paused. The grievances of the "rebels" were legitimate, they felt abandoned and unrepresented in the weak government of the confederation.
"I hold it that a little rebellion now and then is a good thing, and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical"
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"You say that, but I know you don't lack for friends here."
Hamilton smirked. The Dutchman might not be a politician, but he was more than wealthy enough to command an army of allies and favours that was perhaps equivalent to political office.
"Besides, who is to say you could not enter politics? If you were bored enough, that is."
"Yes, I don't lack in acquaintances, certainly. Neither friends is something I have scarcity of, including you, my good brother Hamilton"
He replied, smiling.
"Certainly, I could, Hamilton, and I would not matter serving the nation, but I doubt the President has the need for a man like me, unexperienced like I am. But I guess I could be of service to the Confederation"
The people's leaders weren't much older when everything started.
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@Barry
”An.. interesting perspective. And one I’m certain many share.” Philippe allows. “I suppose we will see what the future holds for us all, as God’s plan unfurls.”
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"Maryland is my primary concern. The federal government may play a role as arbiter and ultimate overseer, but I believe our interests are best left to be dictated by our own people."
Philip clasped his hands together and smiled. He was a pious man, named for the saintly Arundel that was martyred by Elizabeth of England.
"I do not necessarily trust that those in government hold our best interests at heart, lacking the wisdom of our shared faith to guide them. Our freedoms are precious, and not to be lightly surrendered to such men as these."
”I could not agree more. Any central government should drive its powers from the strength of the states, not at their expense.” Jean-Baptiste remarks, amicably. “Is it not our duty, as the faithful, to share our wisdom with our new countrymen?” He questioned with a chuckle. Jean-Baptiste has never been the most pious of men, despite being educated by Jesuits, always stuck in his books. Wrapped up in his science and his inventions. “I may serve in the Senate now, but know my loyalty lie with Maryland, and my kith and kin within. I hope our families can continue to remain friends as we have been before.” He fiddles with his cuffs lazily. “In other news, I hear your brother has returned from France, as has my own. Interesting developments to be sure.”
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Henry Harris notices the arrival of Thomas Sanford and decides to talk with the naval captain. He strides up to Sanford and greets him with a nod.
"Commander Sanford? Henry Harris, I believe we have yet had the chance to talk with one another. Your naval exploits during the Revolution has always been impressive, and I would like to commend you for your patriotic duty and resilience in front of insurmountable odds."
Thomas nods. "Indeed, sir. A pleasure to make the acquaintance of the hero of Saratoga. Thank you, sir, and I wish to commend you for your service to our country as well."
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"You are too modest, Mr. Hamilton. From New England to Georgia, your name is known far and wide for your contribution to our new and improved Constitution. It is a blessing that we rid ourselves of the Articles of Confederation, otherwise we would have seen our proud republic sunder like Rome."
Edward been among the people writing about the congress, trying to sway public opinion one way or the other. While his newspaper had been small at the time, it had grown considerably these past years. He graciously accepted the wine from Hamilton a took a sip.
"I am indeed his son, and proud of it too. I can introduce you to him later, if you wish, I think you may find each other agreeable."
The younger Harris prayed to God that his father would not let his prejudice against the people who worked under Lionheart get the better of him. He laughed at Hamilton's joke.
"No, I don't think politics is quite right for me just yet. However, I will contribute to furthering our nation's cause through other means. My newspaper covers news and politics on a national level as much as it can, though most of our readers are still here in New York and some of the neighboring states. Yet the sky is the limit and I have plans to expand my business into a true national paper, with readers all across the United States. We need greater efforts to turn this collection of squabbling states into a real country worthy to stand on the world stage."
"I could not agree more, Mr. Harris. I think I've read your paper once or twice. Impressive work."
Hamilton smiled enigmatically at some hidden triumph.
"I live in Manhattan, on the heights, and have considerable shares in the city bank. Another friend in business could not hurt, eh?"
Influence over the spread of news was of the greatest importance. It would be prudent to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.
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"Yes, I don't lack in acquaintances, certainly. Neither friends is something I have scarcity of, including you, my good brother Hamilton"
He replied, smiling.
"Certainly, I could, Hamilton, and I would not matter serving the nation, but I doubt the President has the need for a man like me, unexperienced like I am. But I guess I could be of service to the Confederation"
The people's leaders weren't much older when everything started.
"Bah. Our country needs men like you who know how to think. Military men tend to shoot first, so to speak."
Hamilton took another sip, then set the cup aside. His head was starting to grow dizzy.
"You would stand for election to the Congress?"
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@Barry
”I could not agree more. Any central government should drive its powers from the strength of the states, not at their expense.” Jean-Baptiste remarks, amicably. “Is it not our duty, as the faithful, to share our wisdom with our new countrymen?” He questioned with a chuckle. Jean-Baptiste has never been the most pious of men, despite being educated by Jesuits, always stuck in his books. Wrapped up in his science and his inventions. “I may serve in the Senate now, but know my loyalty lie with Maryland, and my kith and kin within. I hope our families can continue to remain friends as we have been before.” He fiddles with his cuffs lazily. “In other news, I hear your brother has returned from France, as has my own. Interesting developments to be sure.”
Howard nodded ambiguously. Their family still had a few contacts among the Jacobite exiles that still dwelt in exile, as well as among the French nobility.
"My brother returned to inform me of the recent developments. The political climate is worrying, to say the least."
The populace had long been discontent, but never before had it escalated into such open defiance against the King. Not for many centuries, at least.
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“Yes. My brother, Pierre, said much the same. Though he seems to have confidence that things will settle down in short order.” Jean-Baptist’s says. “My old friends, from my time as Minister to France, have more.. mixed opinions. But, I pray that King Louis may stabilize his position. Without France I do not think our growing young nation will survive, with the ravenous wolves in Britain eying us.”
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Thomas nods. "Indeed, sir. A pleasure to make the acquaintance of the hero of Saratoga. Thank you, sir, and I wish to commend you for your service to our country as well."
Harris made a slight bow with his head.
"Thank you. Yet despite the service we have done for our country, here we stand without armies and fleets. How are we to defend ourselves should one of the great empires of Europe come knocking on our door? Are we to send inexperienced militias and fishing boats at grenadiers and ships-of-the-line?"
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"I could not agree more, Mr. Harris. I think I've read your paper once or twice. Impressive work."
Hamilton smiled enigmatically at some hidden triumph.
"I live in Manhattan, on the heights, and have considerable shares in the city bank. Another friend in business could not hurt, eh?"
Influence over the spread of news was of the greatest importance. It would be prudent to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.
Harris pondered the idea for a bit. He had practically built the company from the ground up himself, he had no intention of letting it fall into someone else's hands. Yet it always paid off to have connections to the powers that be. He smiled at Hamilton.
"Thank you for your kind words. It certainly would not hurt, Mr. Hamilton, I would be glad to discuss further business between us. I am positive we will come to an understanding."
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Richard smiled
Indeed I am Mr. President, this is a wonderful party. And yourself, how is your family?
Richard wasn’t much for parties but understood the importance, though as he stood his raced with work
have you given much thought yet for Supreme Court nominations?
"Good and better. Though who knows, the stress of presidency might change that." Lionheart joked, laughing.
"I have not, honestly." He responded, a good deal more serious when the topic of the Supreme Court came up. Legal matters were neither his area of expertise nor a place of much interest to him, beyond what he needed to know to defend himself. "There's so much to do in just the first week. But I expect distinguished names will come to my table soon enough. If you can think of any to recommend to me, by all means, talk to me."
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Betsey smirked, and Philip uncertainly raised his head.
"Mr- Excellency"
He managed. Hamilton ruffled his son's hair.
"Thankfully, we have no enemies. Outside our borders, that is."
Alexander grinned ruefully.
"Mighty pleased to make your acquaintance too, lad." Lionheart responded informally, grinning and crossing his arms.
"And that's true, for now. But the British aren't just lurking to our north, they've got forts and Indian friends all over the Northwest Territory. Indian friends who, alas, are both armed and not very friendly to us. Then there's the Spanish - our allies from the war, but an intractable enemy to those who want to push our frontier ever westward, considering what lands they presently occupy." The President shook his head. "So much to sort out, so little time. But not so little that we cannot relax for this banquet. Enjoy the night, friends."
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"Thanks, Mr Lionheart, your kind words are appreciated"
Replied the Rensselaer scion. He frowned a bit when asked about such affairs so suddenly, but he tried to reply noneless.
"I do have my thoughts, for sure. The matter of Vermont is complicated, sir, as they're freely governed and have a large degree of identity and if the people of Vermont believe they should be their own state in order to be properly represented... One must always hear the people in those matters, they having a say in what rules them and how they're ruled is why the war was started in the first place. But Vermont does have times with my own county of Albany and their stance is very complicated, a thorny issue, indeed, something I don't have a proper answer for. And for the second matter..."
He paused. The grievances of the "rebels" were legitimate, they felt abandoned and unrepresented in the weak government of the confederation.
"I hold it that a little rebellion now and then is a good thing, and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical"
"Both are interesting perspectives, to be sure." The younger Lionheart nodded along. This was the first New Yorker he'd met in a long time who seemed content with letting Vermont go, even with reparations. "Better still that you freely admit you don't have an answer for that complicated issue, and need to further consider it. No small number of office-seekers tend to have very inflexible mindsets, they'll make up their mind on this or that issue even before they've fully considered it and then stubbornly refuse to change should new information come up or new arguments be presented." Something Lionel knew he himself could be, and was, guilty of from time to time. The younger New Yorker's stance on Shays' Rebellion clashed with his own, but he figured long ago that there was no chance of finding another politician with whom he agreed on everything, so fine.
"Have you considered a career in politics, by any chance? Congress could use more interesting perspectives."
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@Barry
”An.. interesting perspective. And one I’m certain many share.” Philippe allows. “I suppose we will see what the future holds for us all, as God’s plan unfurls.”
"So we shall." Lionheart affirmed, his eyes narrowing slightly. Bellerose was trying to remain inscrutable - was the man implying disagreement with him? No matter. The next few weeks and months in Congress would make everyone's stances on everything clearer in a way that conversations around the dining table could never.
Unless there was anything more of import Bellerose wished to discuss, the conversation would likely turn to idle chatter from here on out until the two men parted ways.
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Good and better. Though who knows, the stress of presidency might change that." Lionheart joked, laughing.
"I have not, honestly." He responded, a good deal more serious when the topic of the Supreme Court came up. Legal matters were neither his area of expertise nor a place of much interest to him, beyond what he needed to know to defend himself. "There's so much to do in just the first week. But I expect distinguished names will come to my table soon enough. If you can think of any to recommend to me, by all means, talk to me."
I myself haven’t practiced law since the revolution, and to be honest I’d be clueless as to whom may make a worthy candidate. All of my acquaintances are either too old or dead but my son Thomas has had his own legal practice for some time now and may be of better use in this matter.
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Harris made a slight bow with his head.
"Thank you. Yet despite the service we have done for our country, here we stand without armies and fleets. How are we to defend ourselves should one of the great empires of Europe come knocking on our door? Are we to send inexperienced militias and fishing boats at grenadiers and ships-of-the-line?"
Sanford nods in agreement. "Not just the Europeans, sir. Are we to rely on militia to potentially fight their neighbors if another Shay's happens as well? Surely some men must've known someone on the other side." He pauses for a moment. "Apparently, although our government would likely issue letters of marque to privateers.." Sanford mutters the last word with a hint of disdain. "..instead of relying on fishing boats or seizing merchantmen."
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"Hmmm... Yes, that sounds about right. I was in charge of overseeing the formation and supply of the light horse regiments after Trenton. Did that until I took command of the 1st Continental Light Dragoons around April of 1778. They called it Drake's Legion." It had been hard back then to secure a command when his logistical abilities were so sought after.
"We first saw action in September of that year, defeating a Hessian regiment in an ambush. When Lord Cornwallis moved his British Army into North Carolina, My Legion entered South Carolina to protect that colony. Then in 1781, we participated in Pyle's Massacre and the Siege of Ninety Six." Talking about his war service brought a far off look to Drake's face.
Later we saw considerable action at the Battle of Guilford Court House, and the retaking of North and South Carolina.
Seems like you went all over the place, Mr. Drake. I never went any further north than the Carolinas.
James knew of the efforts to retake North Carolina. Again, it was a good thing that Joseph served in the Continental Army. The family was well protected by his only living son while the patriarch did his best to serve the Crown further south. MacCotter wondered how things could have changed, but Lionheart had been victorious and the country needed people to concern themselves with making her stronger.
It's a shame that Shay's Rebellion hasn't lit a fire to see the return of a standing army. My son told me many times how his superiors were quite frustrated with the militias from Patriot states.
Militias were unreliable. Case in point, the Tory militias themselves. They were nothing more than fanatical rabble that would break at the first sound of gunfire.
Tell me, what is your opinion on the military of our nation? Should it be in the hands of the states or the federal government?
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"Very good. I'll certainly need it in the coming days, months and years." Lionheart laughed. "Quite the irony fate's dropped into our lap, eh? Here we are again, Lionheart and Harrison, about to fight side by side to ensure the survival of our nation - just not on a battlefield amid smoke and bullets, but in the halls of power, with word and pen. But that is well and good, for there are no others besides yourself whom I would have as my left hand on any battlefield." Unless there was anything more of import to say, the conversation would surely turn to idle chatter until the Harrisons left to make way for the next individual who wanted to chat with the President.
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"Perhaps, yes. Though I've a mind to construct a new capital entirely for our new union to avoid any rivalries between the states, God knows how much that will cost." Arthur thought it was a good idea, in theory. If the capital were a new city set in its own autonomous district, no Virginian could complain about the capital being seated among the Marylander Papists, nor a Georgian about it being located amidst the Quakers in Philadelphia or among the Yankees of Massachusetts or vice-versa. "But, figuring out the specifics - and deciding where we should lay down our capital, in general - can wait. Food and wine should be our main concerns tonight."
With the way you put it, Arthur, I would rather be firing a cannon to get these people to wake up and realize the necessity for an army and navy.
Lionel chuckles lightly as he pats his old friend's shoulder with a grin on his face.
With how unstable France is, we don't have a barrier nor an ally to rely upon to prevent Britain from looking away from us. I can already feel their lurking gaze from Canada and across the ocean.
Harrison pauses to drink from his glass.
I will see if I can arrange further support and ensure those like-minded persons are in agreement. The sooner we get our armed forces together, the sooner we can all rest well, Your Excellency. Wouldn't you agree?
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A capital without any connection to a state. The idea was a curious one, but like Lionheart said, an expensive one to commit to. James remembered the stories, written by his ancestor in a journal, of how untamed the land was when they arrived in North Carolina. Right now though, America's financial situation wasn't the best. And until that was resolved, the idea of a newly built capital was nothing more than a dream.
Indeed. Besides, a more pressing issue is our finance state and the future of our military, first and foremost. Can't well defend a new capital if there is nothing to defend it with.
James raises his glass slightly.
Sad what is happening in France... truly shows how unstable a country can turn with an ease similar to turning one's hand. Have the French spoken with our ambassadors recently?
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After speaking with the President, Harrison begins to move around the room, speaking with old comrades from his days in the Continental Army and political acquaintances made recently. As he moved around the room, his ears caught the voice of a familiar person. He turns to his left to see Monsieur Bellerose, the Savior of the South as he was called. Lionel has a passing servant refill his glass before making his way over.
When was the last time we spoke, Monsieur Bellerose? I feel its been since the Continental Army was disbanded. Such a sad thing that that had to happen... Shay would have never had a chance if it was still around.
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The Frenchmen smiles faintly, raising his own glass toward Harrison. He would soon head to speak to the president, but it would be good to chat with another companion from the old days, for a time.
“I would say so, ami.” The man replies. “For I left for France shortly after. Not enough action here of course, though perhaps there would have been, if I’d merely waited.” His posture was form, demeanor serious. “I would suspect not, an army of rabble could not compete with the Old Maryland Line. Though their grievances were not without merit, if I have heard correctly.”
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Governor Sanford, after finishing his conservation with a fellow former congressman from Rhode Island, makes his way to where the President is seated, accompanied by his son Stephen. "Your excellency, congratulations on your election." Both Sanfords then bow slightly.
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The Crawfords are shown the way to the President, who takes a break from wining and dining with some foreign dignitaries to greet them.
Jonathan Crawford reached out to shake the hand of President Arthur Lionel. It had been some time since he had seen the Hero of the Republic, and he almost had the urge to embrace him as an old friend.
"Old friend, Mr. President, it is so great to see you. Congratulations on your election as President of these United States. My wife, Elizabeth, and I came to give you our warmest regards. I can tell you that we were quite apprehensive as to whether this Great Experiment of ours would be a success, but given that you are at the helm of this ship, we can think of no better captain."
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I myself haven’t practiced law since the revolution, and to be honest I’d be clueless as to whom may make a worthy candidate. All of my acquaintances are either too old or dead but my son Thomas has had his own legal practice for some time now and may be of better use in this matter.
"Oh, is that so?" Lionheart raised an eyebrow. He may not have much in the way of choices for appointments if nobody else stepped up, but the President wasn't so bereft of political sense that he didn't know naming the Vice-President's son to the bench of the highest court of the land could be perceived as nepotistic, to say the least. Deflecting from a straight 'yes/no' and determined to get a better idea of the younger Clare's qualifications he instead asked, "How long has your son been practicing?"
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With the way you put it, Arthur, I would rather be firing a cannon to get these people to wake up and realize the necessity for an army and navy.
Lionel chuckles lightly as he pats his old friend's shoulder with a grin on his face.
With how unstable France is, we don't have a barrier nor an ally to rely upon to prevent Britain from looking away from us. I can already feel their lurking gaze from Canada and across the ocean.
Harrison pauses to drink from his glass.
I will see if I can arrange further support and ensure those like-minded persons are in agreement. The sooner we get our armed forces together, the sooner we can all rest well, Your Excellency. Wouldn't you agree?
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A capital without any connection to a state. The idea was a curious one, but like Lionheart said, an expensive one to commit to. James remembered the stories, written by his ancestor in a journal, of how untamed the land was when they arrived in North Carolina. Right now though, America's financial situation wasn't the best. And until that was resolved, the idea of a newly built capital was nothing more than a dream.
Indeed. Besides, a more pressing issue is our finance state and the future of our military, first and foremost. Can't well defend a new capital if there is nothing to defend it with.
James raises his glass slightly.
Sad what is happening in France... truly shows how unstable a country can turn with an ease similar to turning one's hand. Have the French spoken with our ambassadors recently?
"That we are, as usual." Arthur raised his own glass in toast. "To a bright future for our country, secured by mighty arms."
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"Not that I know of, though in my defense I've been president for a few hours and thus have not spoken to them yet. But I have heard grim tidings from our mutual friend in Pierre." Arthur shook his head, no longer smiling. "The situation appears to be hotter than ever before across the sea. The French people are agitated and by the sound of it, we're not far from someone doing something stupid. I hope, of course, that our old ally King Louis can weather this storm. He must." The alternative would leave America decidedly vulnerable to renewed British aggression.
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Governor Sanford, after finishing his conservation with a fellow former congressman from Rhode Island, makes his way to where the President is seated, accompanied by his son Stephen. "Your excellency, congratulations on your election." Both Sanfords then bow slightly.
"My thanks, friends." Arthur received their praises with a gentlemanly grace, as expected of any planter patriarch. He had heard the older man was Rhode Island's Governor - it would be an extremely bad look if the newly elected President turned out to have had no clue who the next most powerful elected officials in the country were - but was unfamiliar with the other, younger fellow. Alas, if only he had had another son who could've joined the Navy, and was also ideally less of a power-hungry disappointment than his firstborn.
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Jonathan Crawford reached out to shake the hand of President Arthur Lionel. It had been some time since he had seen the Hero of the Republic, and he almost had the urge to embrace him as an old friend."Old friend, Mr. President, it is so great to see you. Congratulations on your election as President of these United States. My wife, Elizabeth, and I came to give you our warmest regards. I can tell you that we were quite apprehensive as to whether this Great Experiment of ours would be a success, but given that you are at the helm of this ship, we can think of no better captain."
"You're too kind, Jonathan. But you had best save the praise for after my term's done, so as not to jinx me. If my memory does not fail me, the last time someone prematurely sang my praises was right before the Battle of Long Island." Arthur grinned. "Enchanté, Mrs. Crawford." Next he addressed the other man's wife. Crawford had been instrumental in getting the Constitution set up, and as the Convention wore on two years ago Lionheart had found his positions most supportable - the man was no monarchist like his own son, but not a virtual anarchist who'd try to hew as closely to the failed Articles of Confederation, either. He would remain a valuable political ally going forward, in the President's estimation. "Enjoying the night, I hope?"
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Re: Inauguration of Arthur Lionheart, 1789
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"Oh, is that so?" Lionheart raised an eyebrow. He may not have much in the way of choices for appointments if nobody else stepped up, but the President wasn't so bereft of political sense that he didn't know naming the Vice-President's son to the bench of the highest court of the land could be perceived as nepotistic, to say the least. Deflecting from a straight 'yes/no' and determined to get a better idea of the younger Clare's qualifications he instead asked, "How long has your son been practicing?"
He has been practicing for over 12 years. I was about his age when I was called to the bench, of course providence had a different fate in mind for myself. Why? Are you considering my son for the bench?