Chapter 21: Parliament
June, 1690
Henry Powle, speaker of the House of Commons spoke. “Order, gentlemen, order.” The house fell quiet, Sidney listened intently. “We have the Right Honourable Sidney Godolphin, First Lord of the Treasury to the government of His Majesty King James, here to speak on matters relating to war against France. Sir Sidney.”
Sidney stood up then. “Thank you, Mr Speaker. As regards the matter of war with France, I wish to clarify the government’s position. After much consideration and debate, the regency council decided that it was not appropriate at this time for us to engage troops in the matter. Instead we are through the Bank of Albion going to be providing funding for the Imperial army in its struggle against the French. We shall also be undergoing some privateering against the French. To that extent the Lord High Admiral has commissioned several unmarked ships to begin pursuing French ships.”
There was a general clamour from the opposition benches, whilst the Tories behind him smiled and cheered. “Leader of the Opposition Sir Thomas Wharton.” The speaker called out.
“Thank you, Mr Speaker.” That rogue Wharton said, his face was puffed up, he looked as if he’d just finished a drinking session, given his history, Sidney would not be surprised if that was true. “The Right Honourable Gentleman opposite me says that the government and therefore the country shall not be engaging in war with France directly, and instead shall be financing the Imperial Army. Does he not find that to be a lapsing in his duty and the country’s duty to its allies? After all, this house saw the treaty which brought us into alliance with the Dutch and the Emperor. Why then are we not committed to fighting?”
Sidney stood up again and at a nod from the Speaker, he replied. “The Honourable Gentleman knows as well as the rest of this house that the treaty which brought us into alliance was purely a financial one. In it, we agreed to clearly fund the Imperial army in its activities in whatever necessary need they had. It needed simple clarification from the Emperor, now that that clarification has been provided, we are moving forward.” He sat down then.
“That does not answer the question.” Wharton fired back. “We are none the wiser as to why we are not engaging in war, now that we know what King Louis wants. That being the Spanish Netherlands, a thing that we need for trade ourselves. Not to mention the fact that his actions have prevented the rightful sovereign of Spain from taking the throne.” There was a loud cheer there from the opposition benches.
Sidney rose. “The gentleman will note that though King Louis has previously stated that he wants the Spanish Netherlands, his entire action has been dedicated toward fighting in the Rhine and in Italy, alongside Catalonia. He has not even sent an expeditionary force into the Spanish Netherlands.”
“And do you believe that will remain the case?” Wharton fired back. “Because if you do, you are naïve!” To a cry from both sides.
“Order!” Powle shouted. “There will be order in the house.”
Eventually the house quietened, and Powle looked at Sidney gesturing for him to respond. Sidney stood, cleared his throat and then said. “The gentleman is right to say that if one were to expect King Louis of France not to engage in an eventual invasion of the Spanish Netherlands he would be a fool. However, that is not what I said. I said that he has as of yet not sent one such force into the Spanish Netherlands, therefore we are not going to be sending our own men into the area. Should he do something such as this he will be met by be the full might of English, Scottish and Irish forces.” He was about to sit down when he decided to add. “And Lord Churchill has taken five regiments with him to the Dutch Republic to embark on a training exercise, on the agreement of Her Highness the Duchess of Cumberland and William, Prince of Orange.”
That caused a stir. “SO, there will be troops stationed not a hairs breath away from the Spanish Netherlands but not engaging in war?” Wharton demanded. “What sort of sense is this?”
“The sort of sense that one who is in government would have.” Sir William Temple, a commissioner of the treasury and a candidate for Secretary of State said. His voice drew silence from the Commons that was how well respected he was.
“Sir William.” The Speaker said.
The man stood up. The hush around the Commons was an indication of the great respect he was held in. “Thank you Mr Speaker.” Sir William said, he then looked around the room. “Yes, we are in alliance with the Empire, and no we are not going to be sending troops to fight in the Empire or in Italy. However, we are doing what we can to stand against the French, and until they give us a direct reference for needing to fight them and defeat them, this will remain the case.” There were murmurs of approval. Sir William continued. “Now, if the Right Honourable Gentleman wants to fight, then he can join one of the regiments and lead it into Imperial service. If not, then he had best trust that the government knows what it is doing.”
There was a roar of approval from the government benches, and Sidney shook Sir William’s hand, as the Speaker began trying to call for order, Sidney said. “Thank you, Sir.”
Sir William shook his head. “I merely said what you already had, but in a language that Wharton could understand.”
“Still, that was quite something.” Sidney said.
“Parliament is adjourned for the afternoon.” The Speaker said then. “Go and get whatever food you need, but return promptly by the first tolling of the bell.”
Sidney rose with the rest of the house and walked out of the chamber, making his way to where the servers were. Sir William walked with him. “Sunderland will resign.” Sir William said.
Sidney looked at the man and asked. “How do you know?”
Sir William looked at him, before this debate had been called, Robert Spencer, Earl of Sunderland had said something about wanting to spend more time on his estates to raise his surviving children. The Princess hadn’t said anything about it at the time, but Sidney got the feeling she wasn’t very happy about it. Sunderland had done a lot of things to keep the regency council balanced, if he went who would replace him? “Robert and I speak. He wants to leave, and I believe he has met with the Princess.”
“Ah.” Sidney said, he knew then that Robert Spencer would no doubt have played on the Princess’ motherly instinct. “So, who shall replace him?”
“I was thinking of putting your name forward for the post.” Sir William replied.
“Me?” Sidney exclaimed. “I am not experienced enough.”
“On the contrary, you have the experience needed to woo the Princess to your way of thinking, and your command of the Commons is second to none. Better than anyone I’ve seen in my time in office.” Sir William said.
Coming from him that was very high praise. Sidney thought on it as he purchased one of these new things that the Earl of Sandwich had coined after himself and some ale. He took a bite and a swig and then replied. “Well, thank you very much for the suggestion, Sir.”
“Don’t thank me yet. We have much to do.” Sir William said.
Sidney looked at him and then at Sir Thomas who was swigging ale as if it were going out of style and said. “Indeed we do.”