An MP Turning Down a Secret Bribe? Bipolar Privacy

There are two sides to privacy: the bright side and the dark side. It is often politics which brings these to the fore.


In 2009, the scandal surrounding MPs expenses showed the ugly art of secrecy breeding secrecy. The ramifications are only now beginning to take effect.

Yet key public figures constantly find themselves involved with, or victim of, secretive practices. The PM’s communications chief, Andy Coulson, still suspected of complicity in secret phone-tapping, has just resigned. As has Alan Johnson, citing private issues, after a member of his security team was alleged to have had an affair with his wife.

Mr Brightside

Andrew Marvell was MP elect for Hull for almost two decades from 1659. Interestingly, Marvell’s inclination towards secrecy and privacy has rarely complicated the view of him as an honest, dedicated, and incorruptible public servant.

I was pleased to stumble across an anecdote about Marvell from the mid-eighteenth century that celebrates (as well we might today) the value of an honest politician. It relates to expenses, no less!

The borough of Hull chose Andrew Marvell, a gentleman of little or no fortune, and maintained him in London for the service of the public. His understanding, integrity, and spirit were dreadful to the then infamous administration.

Persuaded that he would be theirs for properly asking, the ministers sent his old school-fellow, the Lord Treasurer Danby, to renew acquaintance with him in his garret.

At parting, the lord treasurer, out of pure affection, slipped into his hand an order upon the treasury for one thousand pounds, and then went into his chariot.

Marvell, looking at the paper, calls after the treasurer: “My lord, I request another moment!” They went up again to the garret, and Jack, the servant-boy, was called.

Jack, child, what had I for dinner yesterday?

Don’t you remember, sir? You had the little shoulder of mutton that you ordered me to bring from a woman in the market.

Very right, child. What have I for dinner to-day?

Don’t you know, sir, that you bade me lay by the blade-bone to broil

“’Tis so; very right, child; go away…

My lord, do you hear that? Andrew Marvell’s dinner is provided. There’s your piece of paper; I want it not. I know the sort of kindness you intended. I live here to serve my constituents; the ministry may seek men for their purpose; I am not one!

This story may be an exaggeration, but the substance is interesting.

Marvell is presented as a lonesome man of humble means and strong morals, who would not be bought, bribed, corrupted, or cajoled by an old acquaintance. His reticent face is one that stands for conscience in the face of corruption and temptation.

Marvell’s copious letters detailing parliamentary business reveal a man singularly fixated with work and duty. Note the weary tone of one letter from 14 November 1667 to the Mayor and Aldermen of Hull:

Really the business of the House hath been of late so earnest daily and so busy, that I have not had the time and scarce vigour left me by night to write to you; and to-day, because I would not omit any longer, I lose my dinner to make sure of this letter.

They show a man escaping the pressures of privacy by seeking activity. Marvell was hardly financially comfortable, as shown by witnesses to his debts after his death.

Something Something Dark Side

This idea of the hardworking, incorruptible man is a picture that I would prefer to swallow. It provides hope in the integrity of politics, and befits the stunning artistry of the beautiful lyric poems.

But it goes without saying that privacy has a darker face, too. For all his morals, Marvell shows occasional dishonesty and opportunism. In the 1670s, he states that ‘I never had any, not the remotest relation to publick matters, nor correspondence with the persons then predominant, until the year 1657’.

This ignores activity from 1653 for government positions, and a panegyric poem for Cromwell, The First Anniversary, in 1655.

Johann Marcus David, "Prospekt der Kaiserlich Französischen Stadt Hamburg", 1811

Marvell was, at times, bitter, impulsive, and tempestuous. He wrote cutting, almost savage, satires. He engaged in parliamentary fisticuffs with Thomas Clifford, refusing to apologise to the House afterwards. And he reportedly aimed a pistol at a coachman’s head in Germany when returning from Russia with an ambassadorial entourage.

Marvell’s increasing influence brought powerful enemies on all sides. His death in 1678 is not without some suspicion of poison – though, like the issue of his marriage which also surfaced after his death, it is furtiveness that prevents the truth from being easily discovered.


The darker side of privacy has many faces, including those in the void, where we shouldn’t be looking. To ask the really awkward questions would seem to say more about me than it does about Marvell. Yet, writing about how awkward personal experience feels in academic writing has made me all the more determined to include it.

If I’m a lonely 26 year old, with mind ‘so displaced / That I shall never find my home’, I do desperately want to know how Andrew Marvell, a man that I connect with so well, copes with a lifetime of it.

Edit: The fabulous new biography of Andrew Marvell by Nigel Smith arrived today. One of the first stand out words as I was flicking through was ‘depression’ (p. 170). I should be more careful about what I hope to find, and what I believe it shows.

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