On October 3rd 1820, Henry Brougham began
his defence, in a display of oratory that instantly made him the most famous
politician in Britain. Some orators use persuasion to win over an audience,
others favour absolute sincerity, whilst others yet opt for an almost innate
sense of tact, or studied eloquence. Brougham’s talents lay elsewhere.
Queen Caroline |
At the
heart lay Brougham’s rock-solid belief in himself, in his unshakeable sense of
self-worth, an adamantine self-confidence that surpassed mere egotism. He used
sarcasm, he used invective, but most of all he used a merciless, logical,
blood-chillingly precise, analysis of the facts. And now, with a great speech
expected of him, Brougham set about delivering just that. He began by outlining
the duties of an advocate, not as a definition but as a threat; that he would
expose every fact of the case in defence of his client. If that meant exposing
every sin, every fault and every foible of those accusing his client, then so
be it. He was simply doing what was expected of the most inexperienced counsel.
A Going - Caricature of Caroline as 'a brazen statue' |
The assembled Lords murmured, some in anger, some in apprehension, all in full
awareness of the menace. The Queen, he admitted, had sought the company of
foreigners, but whose fault was that? Why, the very same nobles assembled here
to judge her now, those who had sought her company when she arrived in this
country, attended her court, sought preferment when it was hers to offer, then
abandoned her when there was a change, leaving instead for other places where
their ambitions might be satisfied.
George IV |
Of course she had consorted with
foreigners, when the English nobility had closed their doors to her. He
sketched lightly her situation abroad, how she had been excluded from her own
daughter’s marriage, how news of that daughter’s death had reached her by accident
and how that death had been immediately followed by the Milan Commission, with
its spies, its bribes and its intrigues.
Mother Red Cap in opposition to the King's Head |
Brougham then turned his attention to
the details of the witnesses, and with forensic precision, he pointed out the
inconsistencies, the differences between what they had said to the Milan
Commission and what the very same witnesses had said when they were examined by
their Lordships. Times and dates did not match, one witness contradicted
another, details about what happened when varied, depending on whose testimony
you believed. He poured contempt on the words of servants, poor menials offered
money to concoct whatever stories these English milords wanted to hear, brought
over from Italy to live now in luxury and idleness. There was no conspiracy
against the Queen, he said, but instead it was
‘a grave and serious design accidentally formed.’
Caroline and Pergami |
The Milan Commission was dismissed as
‘that great receipt of perjury - that store house of false swearing and all iniquity,’
and parallels were drawn with another royal divorce case, that of Henry VIII,
who had consulted Italian universities to verify the legality of his claim,
which had their unanimity in favour of the King rewarded with more than
adequate recompense.
Villa d'Este |
Majocchi’s conveniently unreliable memory was the next
item to be ridiculed by Brougham’s acid tongue, a man who said ‘Non mi
recordo’ when asked if he had tried to regain his position after being
dismissed, but when asked at another time, ‘Did you apply to Count Schiavini
to be taken back?’ had replied, ‘I did.’
Theodore Majocchi |
This was a man who could
recall where every member of the Queen’s suite had slept in the Villa d’Este,
but could not recall whether a new wing had been added to that building or not.
The other witnesses were subjected to Brougham’s thunderbolts, their characters
destroyed, their evidence torn to remnants, in an unrelenting tirade of scorn
and derision. He summed up and concluded by urging the Lords to save the
country, save the people, save themselves, but most of all to save the honour
of the Queen of England.
“I pray heaven for her! And here I pour forth my fervent supplication at the throne of mercy, that mercies may descend on the people of this country richer than its rulers have deserved; and that your hearts may be turned to justice.”
Henry Brougham (in later life) |
Exhausted, he took his seat, and for
several minutes the House of Lords sat in stunned silence.
Tomorrow - The Defence defends itself