Narrator: Long after his death, Alexander Hamilton's memory is kept alive by his devoted widow, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth Schuyler: A young man came to talk to me, wanting to know my late husband's connection with the government. "He made your government," I told him, "He made your national bank." Jefferson didn't think we ought to have a bank. But my husband did. I sat up all night copying out his writing and in the morning he brought it to President Washington, and we had a bank.
Narrator: Long after the duel, President James Monroe pays a visit to Hamilton's widow, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth Schuyler: I was handed his card by my servant. "What does that man want here?" I said, "Show him into the parlor." As I entered the room, he stood up. He bowed and addressed me very formally, saying that it was many years since we'd last met. Because we were both nearing the grave, he hoped that past difference could be forgiven and forgotten. It was a well turned little speech. "Mr. Monroe," I answered him, "If you've come here to tell me that you repent, that you are sorry, very sorry for the misrepresentations and slanders and stories that you've circulated against my dear husband, if you've come here to say this, I shall understand. But if not, no lapse of time, no nearness to the grave, can make the slightest difference to me." He took up his hat, turned, and left the room.