CHAPTER III.
SECOND YEAR--THESIGER AND PLATT--MY FIRST BRIEF.
In my second year I made fifty pounds, the sweetest fifty pounds I ever made. I had no longer any weary waiting, for there was no weariness in it, and I confess at this time my sole idea, and I may add my only ambition, was to relieve myself of all obligations to my father. If I could accomplish this, I should have vindicated the step I had taken, and my father would have no further right, whatever reason he might think he had, to complain.
My third year came, and then, to my great joy, finding that I was earning more than the hundred pounds he allowed me, I wrote and informed him, with all proper expressions of grat.i.tude, that I should no longer need his a.s.sistance, and from that time I never had a single farthing that I did not earn.
I am sure I was prouder of that than of my peerage, for I experienced for the first time the joyous pride of independence. There is no fruit of labour so sweet as that.
But I no sooner began to obtain a little success than my rivals and others tried to deprive me of the merit of it, if merit there was--"Oh, of course his father and uncle are both solicitors in the county;" while one of the local newspapers years after was good enough to publish a paragraph which stated that I owed all my success to my father"s office.
This, of course, does not need contradiction. An occasional small brief from Hitchin was the beginning and the end of my father"s influence, while sessions practice was not the practice I hoped to finish my career with, although I had little hopes of eminence.
Certainly if I had I should have known that eminence could not come from Hitchin.
I chose the Home Circuit, and did not leave it till I was made a judge. It is impossible to forget the kindness I received from its members throughout my whole career. There was a brotherly feeling amongst us, which made life very pleasant.
There were several celebrated men on the Home Circuit when I joined.
Amongst them were Thesiger and Platt.
This was long before the former became Attorney-General, which took place in 1858. He afterwards was Lord Chancellor, and took his t.i.tle from the little county town where probably he obtained his start in the career which ended so brilliantly.
Platt became a Baron of the Exchequer.
Thesiger was a first-rate advocate, and, I need not say, was at all times scrupulously fair. He had a high sense of honour, and was replete with a quiet, subtle humour, which seemed to come upon you unawares, and, like all true humour, derived no little of its pleasure from its surprise. In addition to his abilities, Thesiger was ever kind-hearted and gentle, especially in his manner towards juniors. I know that he sympathized with them, and helped them whenever he had an opportunity. It did not fall to my lot to hold many briefs with him, but I am glad to say that I had some, because I shall not forget the kindness and instruction I received from him.
Platt was an advocate of a different stamp. He also was kind, and in every way worthy of grateful remembrance. He loved to amuse especially the junior Bar, and more particularly in court. He was a good natural punster, and endowed with a lively wit. The circuit was never dull when Platt was present; but there was one trait in his character as an advocate that judges always profess to disapprove of--he loved popular applause, and his singularly bold and curious mode of cross-examination sometimes brought him both rebuke and hearty laughter from the most austere of judges.
He dealt with a witness as though the witness was putty, moulding him into any grotesque form that suited his humour. No evidence could preserve its original shape after Platt had done with it. He had a coaxing manner, so much so that a witness would often be led to say what he never intended, and what afterwards he could not believe he had uttered.
Thesiger, who was his constant opponent, was sometimes irritated with Platt"s manner, and on the occasion I am about to mention fairly lost his temper.
It was in an action for nuisance before Tindal, Chief Justice of the Common Pleas, at Croydon a.s.sizes.
Thesiger was for the plaintiff, who complained of a nuisance caused by the bad smells that emanated from a certain tank on the defendant"s premises, and called a very respectable but ignorant labouring man to prove his case.
The witness gave a description of the tank, not picturesque, but doubtless true, and into this tank all kinds of refuse seem to have been thrown, so that the vilest of foul stenches were emitted.
Platt began his cross-examination of poor Hodge by asking him in his most coaxing manner to describe the character and nature of the various stenches. Had Hodge been scientific, or if he had had a little common sense, he would have simply answered "_bad_ character and _ill_-nature;" but he improved on this simplicity, and said,--
"Some on "em smells summat _like paint_."
This was quite sufficient for Platt.
"Come now," said he, "that"s a very sensible answer. You are aware, as a man of undoubted intelligence, that there are various colours of paint. Had this smell any _particular colour_, think you?"
"Wall, I dunnow, sir."
"Don"t answer hurriedly; take your time. We only want to get at the truth. Now, what colour do you say this smell belonged to?"
"Wall, I don"t raightly know, sir."
"I see. But what do you say to _yellow_? Had it a yellow smell, think you?"
"Wall, sir, I doan"t think ur wus yaller, nuther. No, sir, not quite yaller; I think it was moore of a blue like."
"A blue smell. We all know a blue smell when we see it."
Of course, I need not say the laughter was going on in peals, much to Platt"s delight. Tindal was simply in an ecstasy, but did all he could to suppress his enjoyment of the scene.
Then Platt resumed,--
"You think it was more of a blue smell like? Now, let me ask you, there are many kinds of blue smells, from the smell of a Blue Peter, which is salt, to that of the sky, which depends upon the weather. Was it dark, or--"
"A kind of sky-blue, sir."
"More like your scarf?"
Up went Hodge"s hand to see if he could feel the colour.
"Yes," said he, "that"s more like--"
"Zummut like your scarf?"
"Yes, sir."
Then he was asked as to a variety of solids and liquids; and the man shook his head, intimating that he could go a deuce of a way, but that there were bounds even to human knowledge.
Then Platt questioned him on less abstruse topics, and to all of his questions he kept answering,--
"Yes, my lord."
"Were fish remnants," asked Platt, "sometimes thrown into this reservoir of filth, such as old cods" heads with goggle eyes?"
"Yes, my lord."
"_Rari nantes in gurgite vasto_?"
"Yes, my lord."
Thesiger could stand it no longer. He had been writhing while the court had been roaring with laughter, which all the ushers in the universe could not suppress.
"My lord, my lord, there must be some limit even to cross-examination by my friend. Does your lordship think it is fair to suggest a cla.s.sical quotation to a respectable but illiterate labourer?"
Tindal, who could not keep his countenance--and no man who witnessed the scene could--said,--
"It all depends, Mr. Thesiger, whether this man understands Latin."
Whereupon Platt immediately turned to the witness and said,--