--To-day begins the "merry month of May," so called by the ancient poets, but which is likely to be called bloody by those of the presenter.
In our calendar it is the fifth month of the year.
, who began their year in March, called it the third month.
We must all regret that so lovely a time is likely to grow from gay to grave, from lively to severe.
We suppose, of course, that the exigencies of the times will forbid the erection of May poles, and that May queens (said by the dictionary to be young females crowned with flowers as queens at the celebration of May-day) will intermit their usual performances in the line of water-dashed verses and prosaic poetic prose addresses.
In New York on the first of May nearly everybody moves his residence.
With us it is a right moving time, too; yet we still cling to the old habitations.