You must find Philadelphia much changed, Mr.
Jefferson.
More changed than I could have imagined, Mr.
Hamilton.
Not the city itself.
All cities swallow everything in their wake.
That's why I abhor them.
I must admit, Mr. Hamilton.
I'm a little uncertain as to the purpose of
the Treasury
Department.
The future prosperity of this nation rests
chiefly in trade.
Trade depends, among other things, on the
willingness of other nations
to lend us money.
You promise to make us self- sufficient.
Yes!
I would have us export food, natural resources,
and import manufactures forevermore.
Let the
work houses and the factories remain in the
foul cities of Europe.
You would deny destiny, then, and turn away
from what could be our greatness!
You may keep your greatness and your destiny,
and your fetid dreams of wealth through manufactures!
Sir!
The people of the land are the chosen people
of God, if ever, indeed, He had a chosen people.
Excuse me, Grandpapa.
Forgive me, Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Hamilton, for
interrupting you!
