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William
Pinkney: The Supreme Court's Greatest Advocate
STEPHEN
M. SHAPIRO
Editor's Note:
This article originally appeared in the Spring 1987
edition of Litigation magazine.
Even this
envy owns now those charms are fled--William Mason
Throughout
his long career as Attorney General, William Wirt was
haunted by the specter of William Pinkney. And undoubtedly
Pinkney was a great haunter. Wirt could not recall his
first encounter with Pinkney without a convulsive shudder.
Wirt had prepared his case for days; he had compiled a
brilliant speech; and he was fully equipped to challenge
Pinkney's "papal infallibility."
When, however,
Wirt arrived at the Supreme Court, he discovered to his
horror that he had misplaced his notes. The grim result
was inescapable. Pinkney delivered an oration in his most
vehement and masterful manner while Wirt confessedly sank
under the "conscious imbecility" of his own faltering
performance. In his next grapple with Pinkney, Wirt vowed,
the tables would be turned. Whatever the difficulty, whatever
the cost, he would beard "that damned magician Glendower."
Wirt, after all, was proceeding under the authority of
President Monroe; he was the Attorney General of the United
States; and the will of the federal government could not
be frustrated by legal chicane. This time Pinkney routed
Wirt with a speech so overwhelming that the jury acquitted
Pinkney's client--an infamous pirate without even leaving
the jury box.
In the golden
age of law that followed the American Revolution, the
Supreme Court bar was populated by legal giants cut of
the same cloth as John Marshall and Joseph Story. It was
an era of interminable speeches, brilliant triumphs, wild
temerities, and mortifying defeats. There was Daniel Webster,
"Black Dan," who could argue the Devil out of his due.
There was the indefatigable Walter Jones, who argued more
than 300 cases in the Supreme Court. There was the exiled
Irish patriot, Thomas Addis Emmet, a man "older in sorrows
than years," and of legendary eloquence. And there was
the aristocratic William Wirt, who served as Attorney
General for 12 years and appeared in nearly every important
constitutional case of his day. But none of them was as
great as William Pinkney.
Chief Justice
Marshall, who observed the lions of the legal profession
from 1801 to 1835, declared that Pinkney was the greatest
man he had ever seen in a court of justice. Chief Justice
Taney, who presided from 1836 to 1864, found "none equal
to Pinkney." Justice Joseph Story delivered an identical
verdict: "His clear and forcible manner of putting his
case before the Court his powerful and commanding eloquence,
and, above all, his accurate and discriminating law knowledge,
give him, in my opinion, a great superiority over every
other man whom I have ever known."
His rivals
at the bar were equally awed by Pinkney. Walter Jones
pronounced Pinkney "the man of the century." Thomas Addis
Emmet deemed him "the greatest of advocates." Pinkney's
genius extorted tribute even from the envious William
Wirt: "To compare Pinkney with Webster is to measure the
relative brightness of the sun and a farthing candle."
Pinkney's
career was one of astonishing dynamism. Born in Annapolis
in 1764, he passed his childhood years in pastoral seclusion.
His father was a Tory loyalist; but when the harrow of
Revolution passed over the nation, William Pinkney sided
with the patriots. As a youth he secretly lent his aid
to General Washington's troops. Following the war, the
Pinkney estate suffered confiscation--the penalty prescribed
for Tory loyalists--leaving the family in destitution.
Samuel Chase,
later Associate Justice of the Supreme Court, discovered
Pinkney at a debate in Annapolis and invited him to his
office to study the law. As a fledgling member of the
Maryland bar, Pinkney attended the Maryland ratification
convention and, like his mentor Samuel Chase, voted against
the federal constitution, apparently on the ground that
it lacked a bill of rights. In short succession, Pinkney
was elected a member of the Maryland legislature, Mayor
of Annapolis, Attorney General of Maryland, and a Member
of Congress. While Pinkney was still a young man,
President Washington selected him to represent the United
States in the nation's first international arbitration.
President Jefferson later appointed Pinkney Minister to
Great Britain. Upon Pinkney's return to the United States,
President Madison named him to serve as Attorney General
of the United States.
When relations
with Great Britain disintegrated once again, Pinkney sounded
the tocsin in fiery pamphlets, led a battalion of riflemen
in the War of 1812, and suffered a near-fatal wound at
the battle of Bladensburg. President Monroe later named
Pinkney Minister to the Imperial Court of Russia; upon
his return to America, he served as United States Senator
for Maryland, delivering famous speeches on the Missouri
Compromise and the treaty power of the federal government.
But these
enormous patriotic exploits, encompassing a multitude
of distinguished careers, were to Pinkney mere diversions
from his real calling--the private practice of law. He
turned to statecraft, he told his friends, to give himself
a chance "to breathe a while; the bow forever bent will
break." His more strenuous exertions were reserved for
his profession.
Pinkney was
the undisputed master of maritime and prize law in the
United States. He was expert in marine insurance law,
the law of estates, real property law, international law,
criminal law, and constitutional law. He appeared in innumerable
cases in the Maryland trial and appellate courts. And
he presented 84 arguments in the Supreme Court of the
United States, the theatre of his greatest achievements.
Pinkney's
arguments were something new and startling in the courtrooms
of America. His knowledge of the law vastly exceeded that
of his peers; he prepared his speeches for weeks on end;
and he delivered them with a passionate vehemence that
swept all opposition before him. In addition to his possession
of logical powers that would be the envy of a mathematician
or general in the field, Pinkney possessed the finer skills
of poetic ornamentation. He had learned from his brothers
at the English bar the style of classical allusion, which
was whipped into them from their earliest youth. George
Ticknor, New England's elder literary statesman, observed
that Pinkney left his rivals far behind him: "He left
behind him, it seemed to me at the moment, all the public
speaking I had ever heard."
Despite their
high contemporary esteem, few of Pinkney's speeches have
survived. In contrast to Daniel Webster, who doggedly
transcribed his speeches and circulated them to the public,
Pinkney delivered his orations without leavingany written
memorial. Fortunately, Pinkney's admirer, Francis Wheaton,
the Supreme Court's Reporter of Decisions, copied down
large portions of his arguments in two famous cases--The
Nereide, 9 Cranch 388, and McCulloch v.
Maryland, 4 Wheaton 3 16--the first of which was
a defeat for Pinkney, and the last a timeless victory.
The Nereide
argument was a well-publicized duel of wits between
Pinkney and one of his leading rivals, Thomas Addis Emmet.
The two great advocates had exchanged bitter words ma
case earlier in the 1815 Term; and each was now on his
mettle for the contest, which lasted four full days. Pinkney
contended in The Nereide that goods transported
by a neutral shipper on board an enemy ship were subject
to seizure by American privateers. After demonstrating
that the shipper had effectively adhered to the enemy,
Pinkney attacked Emmet's claim that such a belligerent
might wrap himself in the banner of "neutrality":
We . .
. have Neutrality, soft and gentle and defenceless
in herself, yet clad in the panoply of her warlike neighbourswith
the frown of defiance upon her brow, and the smile of
conciliation upon her lip with the spear
of Achilles in one hand and a lying protestation of innocence
and helplessness unfolded in the other. Nay,... we shall
have the branch of olive entwined around the bolt of Jove,
and Neutrality in the act of hurling the latter under
the deceitful cover of the former....
Call you
that Neutrality which thus conceals beneath its appropriate
vestment the giant limbs of War, and converts the charter-party
of the comptinghouse into a commission of marque and reprisals;
which makes of neutral trade a laboratory of belligerent
annoyance; which... warms a torpid serpent into life,
and places it beneath the footsteps of a friend with a
more appalling lustre on its crest and added venom
in its sting?
Freed of the
"cretan labyrinth of topics and authorities that seem
to embarrass it," the issue was only too plain: Emmet's
claim of "neutrality" was "in the balance of the law lighter
than a feather shaken from a linnet's wing" when the "maritime
strength of this maritime state... [was] thrown into the
opposite scale." Had his florid oratory carried him too
far? Pinkney could not be sure. After all, he reminded
the Court, his gorgeous metaphors, "hastily conceived
and hazarded," were amply justified by the presence of
ladies of fashion--"this mixed and (for a court of judicature)
uncommon audience."
Unhappily,
Pinkney's eloquence did not carry the day; but it did
command the admiration of all in attendance, including
Chief Justice Marshall, who paid the losing advocate extraordinary
tribute in his opinion (9 Cranch430):
With a pencil
dipped in the most vivid colours, and guided by the hand
of a master, a splendid portrait has been drawn exhibiting
this vessel and her freighter as forming a single figure,
composed of the most discordant materials, of peace and
war. So exquisite was the skill of the artist, so dazzling
the garb in which the figure was presented, that it required
the exercise of that cold investigating faculty which
ought always to belong to those who sit on this bench,
to discover its only imperfection: its want of resemblance.
Despite the
chilling presence of the investigative faculty of the
great Chief Justice, Justice Story's dissenting opinion
in The Nereide embraced Pinkney's argument with
all the warmth of its original delivery. He later declared:
"I hope Mr. Pinkney will prepare and publish his admirable
argument; it will do him immortal honor."
To every advocate,
it is said, providence directs one special case that calls
on his forensic gifts in a way that is perfectly suited,
predestined, and foreordained. For William Pinkney, that
case was McCulloch v.Maryland, which he argued
before the Supreme Court for three full days. Scholars
have noted that John Marshall's opinion for the Court
in McCulloch is an epitome of Pinkney's speech,
stripped of its amplification and soaring rhetoric. It
was Pinkney who explicated the "necessary and proper clause"
of the Constitution; and it was Pinkney who demonstrated
that the power of the state to tax a federal instrumentality
constituted the power to destroy.
Pinkney
Speaks
Pinkney's
argument was prophetic in its description of the importance
of the Supreme Court's ruling in McCulloch.
Sir,
it is in this view that I ascribe to the judgment that
may be pronounced in this cause, a mighty, a gigantic
influence, that will travel down to the latest posterity,
and give shape and character to the destinies of this
republican empire.... I have a deep and awful conviction..,
that upon that judgment it will mainly depend whether
the constitution under which we live and prosper is to
be considered, like its precursor, a mere phantom of political
power to deceive and mock us--a pageant of mimic sovereignty,
calculated to raise up hopes that it may leave them to
perish--a frail and tottering edifice, that can afford
no shelter from storms either foreign or domestica
creature half made up, without heart or brain, or nerve
or muscle,--without protecting power or redeeming energy--or
whether it is to be viewed as a competent guardian of
all that is dear to us as a nation.
Pinkney's
argument, Justice Story believed, set a new standard of
excellence for the bar:
I never, in
my whole life, heard a greater speech; it was worth a
journey from Salem to hear it; his elocution was excessively
vehement, but his eloquence was overwhelming. His language,
his style, his figures, his arguments were most brilliant
and sparking. He spoke like a great statesman and patriot,
and a sound constitutional lawyer. All the cobwebs of
sophistry and methaphysics about State rights and State
sovereignty he brushed away with a mighty besom.
Daniel Webster,
who argued on the same side as Pinkney in the McCulloch
case, has often been accorded the palm of victory.
However, Pinkney's modern biographer, Professor Robert
M. Ireland, has shown through the private correspondence
of Justice Duvall that, before Pinkney's extraordinary
oration, the Court entertained "very strong doubts" about
the correct result. Pinkney simply swept them away with
the "mighty besom" of his overwhelming argument according
to the The Legal Career of William Pinkney [pp.
186-187 (1986)].
Pinkney's
magnetism as an advocate stemmed from the strange union
of his forensic "vehemence" and the beauty of his verbal
portraiture. He would regale the audience with oratorical
bouquets, and rip his opponents to tatters. His speeches
were marvels of legal erudition, romantic fancy, and despotic
insolence, poured forth in hypnotizing profusion.
In his arguments,
Pinkney did not neglect to make an offering to his muse--usually
an extravagant compliment to the ladies of fashion who
attended his performances and inspired his rhetoric. In
the midst of a heated debate, he would start his speech
anew upon spotting a group of late-arriving ladies. Once
he remarked, with greater deference to his claque of feminine
admirers than to the bench, that he would not weary the
court by going through a long list of cases to prove his
argument, as it would not only be fatiguing to them, but
inimical to the laws of good taste, which on the present
occasion, (bowing low) he wished to obey.
To entertain
the ladies, William Wirt complained, Pinkney would adopt
"his tragical tone in discussing an act of Congress."
On such occasions, the belles of the city sat entranced
for hours; and when Pinkney finished speaking, the audience
in the courtroom arose and dispersed as if the Court had
adjourned.
Without fail,
the dandiacal Pinkney would flatter, eulogize, and patronize
the ladies--the more exalted the company, the more uninhibited
the praise. Dolley Madison would excite poetic transports.
Still more would the Empress of Russia:
Of the reigning
Empress it is impossible to speak in adequate terms of
praise. It is necessary to see her to be able to comprehend
how wonderfully interesting she is. It is no exaggeration
to say, that... she combines every charm that contributes
to female loveliness, with all the qualities that peculiarly
become her exalted station. Her figure, although thin,
is exquisitely fine. Her countenance is a subduing picture
of feeling and intelligence. Hervoice is of that soft
and happy tone that goes directly to the heart, and awakens
every sentiment which a virtuous woman can be ambitious
to excite. Her manner cannot be described or imagined.
It is graceful, unaffectedly gentle, winning, and at the
same time truly dignified. Her conversation is suited
to this noble exterior.... It is not, therefore, surprising
that she is alike adored by the inhabitant of the palace
and the cottage, and that every Russian looks up to her
as to a superior being. She is, indeed, a superior being,
and would be adored, although she was not surrounded by
imperial pomp and power.
Pinkney's
gladiatorial nature placed an equally passionate stamp
on his rhetoric. The rebellious son of a Tory, whose inheritance
had been confiscated and who shifted for himself, had
many old scores to settle. He withdrew from other men.
He insisted on being addressed like one of the great.
His contemporaries recalled that he seldom laid open his
heart: he kept something to himself he scarcely told to
any. This inner tension relieved itself in compulsive
midnight work, in pacing the floors before dawn to memorize
his great speeches--speeches which Chancellor Kent described
as "bold, dogmatic, arrogant, sarcastic, denunciatory,
Vehement, and masterly."
Preposterous
Extremes
The same fierce
psychological chemistry that propelled William Pinkney
to professional eminence plunged him into preposterous
extremes of vanity. Pinkney, according to his friend Theophilus
Parsons, was "vain of his vanity." All manner of absurdities
whisked through his head. The corpulent, middle- aged
Pinkney wore rigid stays to give him the figure of a youth;
his servants pelted him with fine salt to preserve his
florid complexion; he attended the proceedings of the
Supreme Court in amber-colored doeskin gloves, a giant
cravat, and a blue coat studded with gilt buttons.
William Pinkney,
Ticknor observed, was "a man formed on nature's most liberal
scale, who, at the age of fifty, is possessed with the
ambition of being a pretty fellow, wears corsets to diminish
his bulk, uses cosmetics,...and dresses m a style which
would be thought foppish in a much younger man."
Pinkney's
vanity often rendered his court appearances perfect specimens
of theatrical contrivance. On one occasion, Pinkney's
friend, H. M. Brackenridge, happened upon him "in a bushy
dell or thicket, worthy of the pastorals of Theocritus."
Pinkney was there rehearsing one of his courtroom speeches.
For a full hour the outline was traced, and certain passages
repeated and elaborated with every variety of emphasis
and intonation. That, however, was only the prelude to
a cunning subterfuge designed to magnify Pinkney's courtroom
stature:
I did not
fail to be at the courthouse the next morning. The
court and barwere waiting impatiently for Mr. Pinkney.
They were all Out of humor; a messenger had been sent
for him. He came at length, with a somewhat hurried step.
He entered, bowing and apologizing: "I beg your honor's
pardon, it really escaped my recollection that this was
the day fixed for the trial. I am very sorry on my own
account, as well as on account of others; I fear I am
but poorly prepared, but as it cannot be avoided, I must
do the best in my power." He was dressed and looked as
if he had just set out on a morning walk of pleasure,
like a mere Bond Street lounger. His hat, beautiful
and glossy, in his hand, his small rattan tapping
the crown. He drew off his gloves, and placed them on
the table. He was dressed most carefully, neatly but
plainly, and in the best fashion. His coat was of
blue broadcloth, with gilt buttons; his vest of white
Marseilles, with gold studs, elegantly fitting pants and
shining halfboots; he was the polished gentleman of leisure
accidentally dropped down in a motley group of inferior
beings.
A stunt so
outrageous could have but one possible outcome. It was,
of course, a complete success:
The words
and sentences seemed to flow into each other in perfect
musical harmony, without sudden break or abruptness, but
rising and falling, or changing with the subject, still
retaining an irresistible hold on the attention of the
listeners. No one stirred; all seemed motionless, as if
enchained or fascinated, and in a glow of rapture, like
persons entranced myself among the rest although
some portions of the speech were already familiar to me,
having heard them before, and this circumstance threatened
to break the spell: but the effect was complete with the
audience, and the actual delivery was so superior to the
study, that the inclination to risibility was checked
at once, and my feelings were again in unison with those
around me. It was a most wonderful display, and its effect
long continued to master my feelings and judgment.
With all
of his vehemence and vanity, with all of his energy and
utter want of self-restraint, it is not surprising
that William Pinkney clashed personally as well as professionally
with his rivals. Emmet and Wirt invoked the code duello;
Webster threatened fisticuffs; and many other brothers
of the bar chattered with rage over Pinkney's despotic
and dogmatizing manner. Francis Wheaton confided to Chancellor
Kent that Pinkney was the "brightest and meanest of mankind."
Not the least
galling of Pinkney's accomplishments was his ability to
earn a golden harvest of fees--reputed to be greater than
$20,000 per year--more than any American lawyer ever garnered
before the Civil War. A sizable portion of that fortune,
his detractors noted, he expended annually on his luxurious
wardrobe.
Yet for all
his vanity, William Pinkney never encouraged any reporter
to write down his speeches; preservation of speeches would
be no more than "unprofitable and expensive prolixity,"
he told Wheaton. In the ultimate act of egotism, Pinkney
did not deign to gather up his own fallen words. He was
a man for the forum. Taney remarked that Pinkney "would
not have bartered a present enjoyment for a niche
in the Temple of Fame. He was willing to toil for the
former, but made no effort to leave any memorial of his
greatness."
In his last
argument before the Supreme Court, which took place in
1822, William Pinkney opposed Daniel Webster in Ricard
v. Wilhams, 7 Wheaton 59, a case which raised
property law issues of vexing complexity. Pinkney had
prepared his speech for more than a week and was both
sick and exhausted as the crowds thronged the Court to
hear him. Pinkney, it was quickly observed, labored under
an illness which burdened his speech, and yet he assailed
the listening ears of the Court for two full days.
The justices
urged him to rest before continuing; but he replied to
Francis Wheaton that "he did not desire to live a moment
after the standing he had acquired at the bar was lost,
or even brought into doubt or question." Following the
completion of argument, Pinkney suffered a collapse; the
bow so often bent had finally snapped.
When Pinkney
was carried home in an exhausted state, Theophilus Parsons
left with him the newly published Spy by James
Fenimore Cooper. Cooper's tale was a vivid conspectus
of the great events of Pinkney's lifetime: the outbreak
of the Revolution; the victories of General Washington;
the clash between Patriot and Tory; and the renewal of
war in 1812. Pinkney's imaginative excitement over the
book precipitated the onset of delirium. The mighty tide
of his intellect was ebbing away. Within a few days of
his last argument in the Supreme Court, the Colossus of
Maryland was gone. There was no mistaking the cause:
Pinkney, quite
simply, had worked himself to death.
The public
was stunned by the news of Pinkney's death. They felt
as if some shocking reversal of the course of nature had
occurred. Pinkney, who stood before them in the full pride
of his strength, was suddenly laid in the dust of his
fifty-seventh year. His career had symbolized unbounded
achievement, the upswing of the culture cycle of 1776.
His funeral oration, delivered in the traditional puritan
manner, was a memento mori of an earlier day:
But there
is a great moralist still; and that is Death. Here is
a teacher who speaks in a voice which none can mistake;
who comes with a power which none can resist
The noblest of heaven's gifts could not shield even
him from the arrows of the destroyer; and this behest
of the Most High is a warning summons to us all.
The Justices
of the Supreme Court adjourned proceedings as a mark of
their "profound respect" for Pinkney. They resolved to
wear black crepe armbands for the remainder of the Court's
term. The members of the bar adopted an identical resolution.
Labor in the
Capitol was suspended. A funeral procession of some two
hundred coaches accompanied Pinkney to his grave; no procession
of its like had been seen before in Washington. In all
respects, the pomp and ceremony befitted the flamboyant
orator.
In their dejection,
Pinkney's admirers feared that his fame was now extinguished
forever. Where now were his tricks, his quiddities? Pinkney's
fame, said Theophilus Parsons, was only "written as in
running water." In fact, however, it was not entirely
so.
Strange as
it seemed, Attorney General Wirt could not put out of
his mind the memory of "that damned magician Glendower."
As Wirt confided in his correspondence: "No man dared
to grapple with him without the most perfect preparation,
and the possession of all his strength. Thus, he kept
the Bar on the alert, and every horse with his traces
tight." It was not only the war-horses of the bar who
remembered Pinkney. Aspiring neophytes like Rufus Choate,
who witnessed Pinkney's last argument, constructed their
own forensic style on his model. Biographic notices of
Pinkney appeared and reappeared. Students were exhorted
to study the fragments of his speeches. The magician's
spell, in fact, was advancing, not receding.
The passage
of time only confirmed that Pinkney had set the standard
for those who appeared before the nation's highest court.
He had given the new institution a fund of public respect
and intellectual glamour. To the utter chagrin of Attorney
General Wirt, it was plain that Pinkney's ghost would
not soon quit the place.
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