MAY. Among the changing months, May stands confest Thomson. The fifth month derived its name either from Maia, the mother of Mercury, or Maia, one of the Pleiades, and daughter of Atlas. Others, however, suppose it to have been named Maius by Romulus, in honor of the nobles and senators of Rome. 1. MAY DAY. This day was formerly one of much rural festivity in England, and the May-pole adorned most rural districts. The opening bounties of Providence which the season puts forth seemed to awaken the gratitude of mortals in their innocent festivity. The custom, however, has now fallen into total disuse. Olaus, in his History of the Northern Nations, says: "On the first of May the country is divided into two bands, the captain of one of which hath the name and appearance of Winter, is clothed in skins of beasts, and he and his band armed with fire-forks. They fling about ashes, by way of prolonging the reign of Winter; while another band, whose captain is called Florro, represent Spring, with green boughs such as the season offers. These parties skirmish in sport, and the mimic contest concludes with a general feast." Another custom is mentioned by Waldron in his History of the Isle of Man, published in 1731 :—“ In almost all the great parishes they choose from among the daughters of the most wealthy farmers, a young maid, for the Queen of May. She is drest in the gayest and best manner they can, and is attended by about twenty others, who are called maids of honour. She has also a young man, who is her captain, and has under his command a good number of inferior officers. In opposition to her, is the Queen of Winter, who is a man drest in woman's clothes, with woollen hood, fur tippet, and loaded with the warmest and heaviest habits, one upon another; in the same manner are those who represent her attendants, drest; nor is she without a captain and troop for her defence. Both being equipt as proper emblems of the beauty of the spring, and the deformity of the winter, they set forth from their respective quarters; the one preceded by violins and flutes, the other with the rough music of the tongs and cleavers. Both companies march till they meet on a common, and then their trains engage in a mock battle. If the Queen of Winter's forces get the better, so far as to take the Queen of May prisoner, she is ransomed for as much as pays the expences of the day. After this ceremony, Winter and her company retire, and divert themselves in a barn, and the others remain on the green, where, having danced a considerable time, they conclude the evening with a feast; the queen at one table with her maids, the captain with his troops at another. There are seldom less than fifty or sixty persons at each board, but not more than three or four knives." THE VISION OF O'DONOGHUE ON MAY MORNING.* To roam, to muse,-to hail the sun I rose ;-deliciously begun That aye remember'd day. A breeze sigh'd o'er the blue, serene Whose green vitality seem'd to bless To life awoke in its freshest spring When visions upon her soul have beam'd, In beautiful wilds, as she fondly dream'd *For "The Legend of O'Donoghue" the reader is referred to Mr. T. C. Croker's admirable "Fairy Legends of the South of Ireland," and "Killarney Legends.' It may be, however, as well to observe, that the Irish in the vicinity of Loch Lean, or Killarney, believe that O'Donoghue, a virtuous and beloved prince of other days, rises on the morning of the first of May, from Thierna na Oge, i.e. The Land of Immortal Youth, situated beneath the waters, in order to bless the country which, and the descendents of the people whom, once he governed. Each odorous breeze was the spicy sigh When shadowy mists of sapphirine hue, When the familiar wilds seem'd new When the lone mystic lake-shore grew, A Paradise of foliage,―flowers,— But lo! the lake Did, as I gaz'd, its quietude forsake ;— Then, from beneath those gem-like springs, May ne'er by mortal lips be told, And then, majestic from the Land of Youth, The RIGHTEOUS PRINCE of other years arose, With cloudy plumes, which like the drifting snow, Curl'd in translucent air; With milk-white steed, and armour bright as truth, Whilst, all ethereal were By years unchang'd, unscath'd by care, His peerless form, and his divinest brow! Whilst his eyes glaneing o'er earth and sky, Beam'd love, which might neither wane nor die, Up! Up! and away! his courser sprung -- With a wild, resistless bound, Its silvery hoofs on the waters rung Faint as on mossy ground; Whilst spray from the flashing waves was flung, Like crystal-dust,-around Horsemen, horse,—and those who sung Lays, in their unwritten tongue, To the Knight of the Glittering Mail.— Like sylphie graces, and fairy hours, The ever blest, and bright!— Whose breath was song, and whose rainbow wings On,-on,-the steed and the warrior rush'd, In diamond drops, like the jewels set On the wreath, his fairy coronet; Whilst his plumes snow-white, and his baldric blue, (Rivalling pale morn's sapphirine hue) Kiss'd in the conscious breeze as they met. I gaz'd on this gorgeous pageantry With a strange delight,—with a joyous awe,— (Like those from mocking gramarye, *Immortal AMARANT, &c,-Milton. |