May is so called from Maia. She was a daughter of Atlas, and sensible people who take down their maps, and arrange their summer tour, instead of waiting on the fashions. She was the mother of Mercury, and that accounts for the quicksilver in the thermometers dancing so much with joy to see her. She had six sisters, and she and all the rest, except one, made crack matches, but poor Merope was obliged to put up with a mortal. Hence, when they were all made Pleiadea, Merope’s star had only one burner and no reflector, while her sisters all shine out like Mr.Way’s marvellous light. Let young ladies think of this when flirting at Exeter Hall or Epsom.
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