On a cold Thursday in March 1708 the Clerk of the Parliaments, Matthew Johnson, lays out thirteen bills for Queen Anne's assent. There are four answers the Crown can give, and he keeps them in an old book. One of them he has not spoken since King William's time. Then a letter comes up the stair of the Jewel Tower, a French fleet sails from Dunkirk, and a young under-clerk who knows no Norman French is told to put on a clean cravat and stand at the table. A.V. Dicey, Simulacrum, tells the day plainly and step by step, from the parchment to the bar of the House, and lets a single sitting of Parliament show what is law and what is only practice.
by A.V. Dicey, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium
There were four answers, and Matthew Johnson kept them in a book.
The book was a thin quarto bound in calf that had gone the colour of a walnut, and it lived in the second drawer of his table in the Jewel Tower, under the Journal for the current session and above a box of sand. It had belonged to his predecessor, and to his predecessor's predecessor, and the first leaves were in a hand that made its e like a Greek theta. Each answer had its own page. The pages were not much read. A Clerk of the Parliaments who needed the book to tell him what to say to a public bill had no business being Clerk of the Parliaments.
The first answer was for a public bill which the Crown accepted: La Raine le veult. The Queen wills it. The second was for a bill of supply, which was the Commons' gift and had to be thanked for: La Raine remercie ses bons Subjects, accepte leur Benevolence, et ainsi le veult. The third was for a private bill, an estate or a naturalisation or the draining of a fen, which was a favour asked and therefore a favour granted: Soit fait come il est desire. Let it be done as it is desired.
The fourth had a page to itself, and the page was cleaner than the others.
Johnson had spoken the fourth answer five times. He had spoken it for King William in the winter of 1692 to a bill about the judges and to a bill about the royal mines; in 1693 to a bill for triennial parliaments; in 1694 to a bill against placemen; in 1696 to a bill about the qualifications of members. He remembered each time not by the bill but by the noise. The Lords made none. The Commons, packed below the bar, made a sound like a congregation that has heard the wrong lesson read. In 1693 a member near the back had said "Shame" in a clear voice, and nothing had happened to him, because nothing could. There was no law against saying "shame" at the bar of the House of Lords, and there was no law against the King refusing a bill. Both men had done what the constitution allowed them.
Since King William's death Johnson had not spoken the fourth answer at all. That was six years. The Queen gave her assent as her ministers advised, and her ministers did not advise her to refuse what they had already let through both Houses. It was a matter of management. A ministry which could not stop a bill in the Commons or in the Lords had no business stopping it at the throne, and a ministry which could stop it in either House did not need the throne. So the reasoning went at the coffee-houses, and so it went in Johnson's head when he thought about it, which was seldom.
On Thursday the eleventh of March, in the year which Johnson wrote as 1707 and which would not become 1708 for the purposes of the law until Lady Day, he was at his table by seven. The fire in the upper room of the Tower had been lit at six and had not yet reached the corners. He kept his gloves on to sort the parchments and took them off to write.
The Queen was to come down that day. There were thirteen bills waiting for her, and they lay in three heaps on the long table under the window, as he had arranged them the night before.
The first heap was for le veult. It held the public bills: a bill touching the duties of tonnage and poundage; a bill for the better security of Her Majesty's person and government; a bill to empower Her Majesty to secure and detain such persons as she should suspect of conspiring against her person or government; a bill repealing an Act of the first year of King James the First for the well-garbling of spices, and admitting brokers in the City by way of equivalent; a bill for the repair of a harbour; and others of that sort. On top of the heap, because it had been the last to come up from the Commons, lay the bill for settling the militia of that part of Great Britain called Scotland.
The second heap was for the two money bills. The third was for the estates.
Daniel Noakes came in at a quarter past seven with a can of hot water and a cold. He was the junior of the two under-clerks, twenty-three years old, the son of a Lincoln's Inn stationer, and he had a beautiful engrossing hand and no Norman French at all. He set the can down by the fire and stood looking at the heaps.
"The Scotch bill is with the publics," he said.
"It is a public bill."
"I only meant that it has made a noise." He blew his nose. "They said in the lobby yesterday that the Scotch lords will go home and drill the whole of Fife with it."
"The bill provides for a militia in Scotland on the same footing as the militia in England," said Johnson. "That is all it provides. If they drill Fife they will drill it under the lords lieutenant and the Queen's commission. Hand me the knife."
Noakes handed him the knife. Johnson cut the tape on the Scotch bill and unrolled the head of it, and with the edge of his palm flattened the parchment where the clerk of the Commons had written that the bill had passed that House. Below that was the Lords' own endorsement, in Johnson's hand: A ceste Bille les Seigneurs sont assentus. To this bill the Lords have assented. There was room above it, at the very head, for the answer of the Crown. There was always room. The answer of the Crown was written first in place and last in time.
He did not write it yet. It was his habit to write the answers at nine, when the light was better, and to have them sanded and dry by ten.
At half past eight a man in the Lord Treasurer's livery came up the stair of the Tower and asked for the Clerk of the Parliaments by name. He would not give his letter to Noakes. Johnson came out to him on the landing in his gloves and took it, and the man went down again without waiting for an answer, which was itself a kind of answer.
The letter was short. It was not signed by the Lord Treasurer, but by one of the secretaries, and it said that Her Majesty, having received certain intelligence in the night, was advised to take the bill for the militia of Scotland into further consideration, and that the Clerk would be pleased to prepare the bill accordingly. Below the secretary's name was a line in another hand, smaller and quicker: The proper form. Today.
Johnson read it twice and then put it in the Journal, at the page for the eleventh, where it would be safe.
Noakes was watching him from the fire.
"Has something happened?"
"Something is happening at Dunkirk, I should think," said Johnson. "Or at Ostend. It is not our concern. Bring me the Scotch bill, and the book from the second drawer."
Noakes brought them both. He looked at the book with interest, because he had never seen Johnson open it.
Johnson did not need the book. He opened it nevertheless, at the clean page, and laid it at his left hand. It was not that he doubted the words. It was that he had written the other three answers some hundreds of times each, and he had written this one five times in sixteen years, and he did not wish the pen to make a mistake his head would not have made. The page said, in the theta hand: Le Roy s'avisera. Under it, in a later ink, someone had written: Reyne, quand il y a une Reyne.
He took a fresh quill and cut it. He dipped, and wrote at the head of the bill for settling the militia of Scotland:
La Raine se avisera.
He looked at it. The spelling was the spelling of the office, which was older than any grammar Noakes might have learned at school, and he did not alter it. He sanded it, tipped the sand back into the box, and laid the bill not on the first heap but beside it, by itself, on the bare table.
"What does it mean?" said Noakes.
"It means that the Queen will consider it."
"And then?"
"And then nothing. She will have considered it."
"But both Houses passed it."
"They did."
"Then how can the Queen—" He stopped, because he had seen the answer as he spoke, and was embarrassed to have asked.
"Go on," said Johnson.
"I was going to say, how can she refuse it, if both Houses passed it. But she can, because she can. There is no law that says she must say le veult."
"There is no law that says she must say anything. There is a law that no bill is an Act until she has said it. That is a different thing." Johnson began to write the answers on the first heap, quickly now, the same three words on each, La Raine le veult, La Raine le veult, sanding as he went. "The two Houses can do a great deal between them. They can do anything whatever, with her. Without her they can do nothing that a court will take notice of. A bill that the Queen has not assented to is a piece of parchment with some French on the back. You may frame it. You may not hang a man by it."
"Nor raise a militia."
"Nor raise a militia." He had come to the bill for securing and detaining suspected persons, and he wrote le veult on it with the same pen and the same speed as on the bill for spices. "Pass me the money bills."
Noakes passed them. He watched Johnson write the long formula of thanks, which took two lines, and then the three short lines on the estate bills. Johnson laid down the pen. "Mr. Noakes, have you a clean cravat?"
"I have this one."
"Then go home and get another. You will stand behind me at the table today. You may as well hear it said once."
The Queen came down a little after one.
She was carried in a chair as far as the Prince's Chamber, because her feet were bad that spring, and walked the rest of the way to the throne on the arm of the Lord Great Chamberlain, slowly, with her eyes on the floor in front of her as if she were counting the boards. Johnson, standing at the table in his gown with his face to the throne, saw her sit, saw the train arranged and the crown settled. The peers were in their robes. The light came down through the high windows onto the red benches and the old tapestries of the Armada, where the Spanish ships were still burning in thread, as they had been burning since before Johnson was born.
The Queen did not speak. She moved her right hand a little, and the Deputy Gentleman Usher of the Black Rod went out to tell the Commons that it was Her Majesty's pleasure they should attend her presently in the House of Peers.
They took eleven minutes to come. Johnson knew it was eleven because he had his watch open under the edge of the Journal, a habit he had formed in King William's time, when the Commons were sometimes slow on purpose. Today they were not slow on purpose. There was a press on the stair. They came in with the Speaker at their head and filled the space below the bar from wall to wall, and those at the back stood on the step to see, and among them, Johnson could tell by the cut of their coats and by the fact that they stood together, were a good many of the forty-five members for Scotland.
Noakes stood behind Johnson's left shoulder. Johnson could hear him breathing through his mouth, because of the cold.
The Clerk of the Crown came forward with the bills in his arms, the heaps from the Tower now one pile in the order Johnson had set, and stood at the table's end. The form was simple and had not changed in Johnson's lifetime, nor, so far as he knew, in his grandfather's. The Clerk of the Crown read the title of a bill. The Clerk of the Parliaments turned to the throne and made his obeisance, turned to the Commons, and pronounced the answer. Then the next.
"An Act for the better security of Her Majesty's person and government," read the Clerk of the Crown.
Johnson bowed to the Queen, turned, and said, "La Raine le veult."
"An Act to empower Her Majesty to secure and detain such persons as Her Majesty shall suspect are conspiring against her person or government."
"La Raine le veult."
No one below the bar made a sound at that. It was what they had sent up. It was their own bill, and it gave the Queen the power, for a short time and for this one danger, to keep men in prison without bringing them to trial, and it gave it to her because Parliament had said so, in so many words, and for no other reason. Johnson had heard the same thing assented to under King William, when there had been a plot. It did not trouble him. The Habeas Corpus Act stood where it had stood; another Act stood beside it for a season, and would fall when its season ended. That was how such things were done.
The tonnage and poundage. The spices. The harbour. Then the Clerk of the Crown took up the bill Johnson had put last of the publics, and Johnson saw the endorsement at its head before the title was read, and he heard Noakes stop breathing.
"An Act for settling the militia of that part of Great Britain called Scotland."
Johnson bowed to the Queen. She was looking at him. It was the first time that afternoon she had raised her eyes from the floor, and her face was heavy and patient and gave him nothing. He turned to the Commons.
"La Raine se avisera."
He said it at exactly the pitch and pace of the others. That was his whole art. He had been told, when he first took the office, that a clerk who let a refusal sound like a refusal had done the Crown an injury, and a clerk who let it sound like an assent had done the Commons one, and that the words must be allowed to do their own work.
The noise came. It was not loud. It was the sound of perhaps a hundred men saying something under their breath at once, and of a good many feet shifting, and of one voice near the bar, in a Lowland accent, saying distinctly, "Considered it in the night, has she," which was very nearly the truth. The Speaker did not turn round. The Queen did not move. The Lord Chancellor, on the woolsack, looked at the tapestry.
The Clerk of the Crown, who had been at his post nearly as long as Johnson had been at his, waited for the noise to finish, as one waits for a cart to pass, and read the title of the first money bill.
"La Raine remercie ses bons Subjects," said Johnson, "accepte leur Benevolence, et ainsi le veult."
When the last estate bill had been given its soit fait, the Queen was given a paper, and she read from it in her own voice, which was low and carried well. Johnson wrote as she spoke, in the shorthand he used for speeches from the throne, and copied it fair that evening in the Journal.
She said she had received advices that morning from Ostend that the French fleet had sailed from Dunkirk, on the Tuesday, at three in the morning, northward, with the Pretender on board. She said that Sir George Byng had had notice of it the same day at ten, and that he was very much superior to the enemy in number and strength, and that she made no question but, by God's blessing, he would soon be able to give a good account of them.
She did not mention the militia of Scotland. She did not need to. Below the bar, the members for Scotland had gone quiet and were looking at each other; one of them, an old man with a bad wig, had taken off his hat and was turning it round and round by the brim. The French were sailing north. The bill had been for arming Scotsmen. None of the members for Scotland needed the two facts set side by side for him.
The Lords appointed a committee to draw an address of thanks for the care Her Majesty had taken of the kingdom. The Queen withdrew. The Commons went back to their own House, more slowly than they had come, and the press on the stair broke up into knots, and the knots into single men walking away along the passage with their heads down, talking.
It was dark before Johnson had done. Noakes had lit four candles in the upper room of the Tower, and the fire had been made up, and the bills were tied in their bundles for the Parliament Office presses. The Scotch bill was tied in the same bundle as the others. It would be kept as they were kept, with the same care. It was a record of what had been done, and what had been done was that it had not been done.
Johnson wrote up the day in the Journal. He wrote the names of the lords present, the Queen's coming, the summons to the Commons, the title of each bill and, after it, the answer. When he came to the militia of Scotland he wrote the title out in full and then the three words, and dried them, and went on to the money bills without stopping.
Noakes was copying the Queen's speech fair from Johnson's shorthand, on a loose sheet, for the printer. He was slow at it, because the shorthand was Johnson's own and had grown up without rules, but when he had finished he did not get up. He sat with his pen in his hand.
"Mr. Johnson. When will the Queen have done considering?"
"She has done."
"But if the French are beaten. If Sir George Byng beats them, as she says. Then there is no danger. Then might they bring the bill up again?"
"They might bring it up in any session they please. It is a new bill then. It goes through both Houses again from the beginning. And at the end it comes to the table and the Clerk of the Crown reads the title, and the Clerk of the Parliaments says whatever he has been told to say." Johnson put the sand back in its box. "Nothing that was done today prevents anything. That is the beauty of it, if you like. She has not made a law against a militia in Scotland. She has made nothing. She has only not made something."
"Then the power is the same as it was."
"The power is exactly the same as it was. It is the same as King William's. It is the same as Queen Elizabeth's." Johnson looked at the Journal. "Whether anyone will use it again is another question, and not a question of law. You had better ask the Lord Treasurer. Or ask the Commons, who will be asking themselves tonight what they would do if a bill they wanted came up and got the same answer."
"What would they do?"
"Stop the supply, I should think. Or make the Lord Treasurer's life very difficult in some other way. They would not go to law about it. There is no court that would hear them." He stood up and stretched his back, which was stiff from the table and from standing three hours in the House. "Put the book away, Mr. Noakes. Second drawer. Under the Journal."
Noakes took the thin quarto and held it open for a moment at the page Johnson had used that morning, the page in the old theta hand with the later line under it, Reyne, quand il y a une Reyne. He looked at it as if he were trying to fix it in his memory. Then he took a pencil from his pocket, and below the later line, very small, in his beautiful engrossing hand, he wrote: Pronounced by Mr. M. Johnson, 11 March 1708.
Johnson saw him do it.
"1707," said Johnson.
"Sir?"
"It is 1707 until Lady Day. In the Journal and in every record of this office. You will make a confusion for whoever comes after you."
Noakes looked at the figure he had written and did not rub it out. "Half the town says 1708, Mr. Johnson. Since January."
"Everyone outside is not keeping the records of the House of Lords."
Noakes rubbed out the 8, carefully, with the end of his finger, and wrote a 7 over it, and the 8 still showed a little underneath, grey under the grey. He shut the book. He put it in the second drawer, under the Journal and above the box of sand, and closed the drawer.
No clerk has written in that book since. The page for the fourth answer is the cleanest in it, and the pencil note under the old hand is the last thing on it. Every Clerk of the Parliaments who has sat at that table in the three hundred years and more since Johnson has known the words, as Johnson knew them, without the book. None has been told to say them. The Queen kept the power, and handed it on whole. Her successors have it still, as she had it. The law did not change on that Thursday. A Scotsman at the bar said a sharp thing, and the Clerk of the Crown waited for the noise to pass, and read the next title.
Johnson snuffed three of the four candles with his fingers, and carried the fourth to the stair.
THE END
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