Mr. Clerk—Yes, I see; but, gentlemen of the jury, I ask you, on your oaths, can His Majesty make a tainted scoundrel an honest man?
[Great applause in Court.]
The Lord Justice-Clerk—Macers, clear the Court if there is any more unruly din.
The Lord Advocate [interposing and addressing Mr. Clerk]—Sir, permit me to say, after this interruption, that the prerogative of mercy is the brightest jewel in His Majesty’s Crown.
Mr. Clerk—I hope His Majesty’s Crown will never be contaminated by any villains around it.
[Sensation in Court.]
The Lord Justice-Clerk [to the Lord Advocate]—Do you want his words noted down?
The Lord Advocate—Oh no, my Lord, not exactly yet. My young friend will soon cool in his effervescence for his client.
The Lord Justice-Clerk [to Mr. Clerk]—Go on, young man.