solar beams, and invites it to approach and receive the greetings of the elementa beings: Born in yon blaze of orient sky, Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold; Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow, For thee descends the sunny shower; The rills in softer murmurs flow, And brighter blossoms gem the bower. Light Graces dress'd in flowery wreaths, Warm with new life, the glittering throng And hail thee, goddess of the spring. One of Milton's richest fancies is of this month; he says, that Adam, discoursing with Eve Smil'd with superior love; as Jupiter That shed May-flowers. Throughout the wide range of poetic excellence, there is no piece of higher loveliness than his often quoted, yet never tiring Song on May Morning. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Hail, bounteous May! that dost inspire With exquisite feeling and exuberant grace he derives Mirth from The frolic wind that breathes the spring -beds of violets blue, 66 ingale warbling on a bloomy spray" at In "a Conversational Poem written in A balmy night! and tho' the stars be dim, -I know a grove Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. That should you close your eyes, you might almost Whose dewy leafits are but half disclos'd, You may perchance behold them on the twigs, Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full -Oft, a moment's space, On blos'my twig, still swinging from the breeze, May 1. St. Philip, and St. James the less. St. St. Philip and St. James. Calendar. FLORAL DIRECTORY. Tulip. Tulipa Gesneri. Red Campion. Lychnis dioica rubra. Red Bachelor's Buttons. Lychnis dioica plena. Dedicated to St. James. Mr. Audley, from Lardner. May-Day. Hail! sacred thou to sacred joy, To mirth and wine, sweet first of May! Hail! thou, of ever-circling time When first young Spring his angel face Mild Zephyr breathed on all around So fresh, so fragrant is the gale, Which o'er the islands of the blest Sweeps; where nor aches the limbs assail, Where thy hushed groves, Elysium, sleep, They heave, scarce heave the cypress-bough And such, when heaven with penal flame Hail! thou, the fleet year's pride and prime! Hail! sample of a world to come!Buchanan, by Langhorne. In behalf of this ancient festival, a noble authoress contributes a little "forget me not:"— The First of May Colin met Sylvia on the green, Once on the charming first of May, And shepherds ne'er tell false I ween, Yet 'twas by chance the shepherds say Colin he bow'd and blush'd, then said, Will you, sweet maid, this first of May Begin the dance by Colin led, To make this quite his holiday? Sylvia replied, I ne'er from home And make a shepherd's holiday. It is most fit. replied the youth, Lady Craven. "We call," says Mr. Leigh Huntwe call upon the admirers of the good and beautiful to help us in rescuing nature from obloquy. All you that are lovers of nature in books, -lovers of music, painting, and poetry,-lovers of sweet sounds, and odours, and colours, and all the eloquent and happy face of the rural world with its eyes of sunshine, -you, that are lovers of your species, of youth, and health, and old age,-of manly strength in the manly, of nymphlike graces in the female,-of air, of exercise, of happy currents in your veins, of the light in great Nature's picture, of all the gentle spiriting, the loveliness, the luxury, that now stands under the smile of heaven, silent and solitary as your fellow-creatures have left it,-go forth on May-day, or on the earliest fine May morning, if that be not fine, and pluck your flowers and your green boughs to adorn your rooms with, and to show that you do not live in vain. These April rains (for May has not yet come, accordng to the old style, which is the proper one of our climate), these April rains are fetching forth the full luxury of the trees and hedges;-by the next sunshine, all the green weather,' as a little gladsome child called it, will have come again; the hedges will be so many thick verdant walls, the fields mossy carpets, the trees clothed to their finger-tips with foliage, the birds saturating the woods with song. Come forth, come forth."* This was the great rural festival of our forefathers. Their hearts responded merrily to the cheerfulness of the season. At the dawn of May morning the lads and lasses left their towns and villages, and repairing to the woodlands by sound of music, they gathered the May, or blossomed branches of the trees, and bound them with wreaths of flowers; then returning to their homes by sunrise, they decorated the lattices and doors with the sweetsmelling spoil of their joyous journey, and spent the remaining hours in sports and pastimes. Spenser's "Shepherd's Calendar" poetically records these customs in a beautiful eclogue : Youths folke now flocken in every where To gather May - buskets, and smelling breere; And home they hasten, the postes to dight, And all the kirke pillers, ere daylight, With hawthorne buds, and sweet eglantine, And girlonds of roses, and soppes in wine. Siker this morrow, no longer ago, Before them yode a lustie tabrere, maide. all, To see these folkes make such jovisaunce, Forbear censure, gentle readers and kind hearers, for quotations from poets, Examir.er 1818. VOL. I. what; and becomes a grave authority to the grave antiquary. The sweetest of all British bards that sing of our customs. beautifully illustrates the May-day of England : Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morne Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matteyns seyd, When as a thousand virgins on this day, Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seene To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and greece, For jewels for your gowne or haire; Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Retires himselfe, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dresse, be brief in praying: Come, my Corinna, come; and, comming, marke Made green, and trimm'd with trees; see how Or branch; each porch, each doore, ere this. Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; And sin no more, as we have done, by staying There's not a budding boy or girle, this day, And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, REESE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY 273 T A gatherer of notices respecting our pastimes says, "The after-part of Mayday is chiefly spent in dancing round a tall Poll, which is called a May Poll; which being placed in a convenient part of the village, stands there, as it were consecrated to the Goddess of Flowers, without the least violation offer'd to it, in the whole circle of the year." ."* One who was an implacable enemy to popular sports relates the fetching in of "the May" from the woods. "But," says he, "their cheefest jewell they bring from thence is their Maie poole, whiche they bring home with greate veneration, as thus. They have twentie or fourtie yoke of oxen, every oxe havyng a sweete nosegaie of flowers tyed on the tippe of his hornes, and these oxen drawe home this Maie poole, which is covered all over with flowers and hearbes, bounde rounde aboute with stringes, from the top to the bottome, and sometyme painted with variable colours, with two or three hun Herrick. dred men, women, aaa children follow- The May-pole is up, Whose hands did compose Another poet, and therefore no opponent to homely mirth on this festal day, so describes part of its merriment as to make a beautiful picture : I have seen the Lady of the May To that a carved hooke, or well-wrought scrip; A poet, who has not versified, (Mr. Browne s Pastorals forget the delight I felt on first seeing a May-pole. It was on the banks of the • Stubbes |