Milkmaids have been connected with May-day customs from an early period.  Perhaps because syllabub and cream were the recognized dainties of the festival.  In Northumberland a ring used to be dropped into the syllabub and fished for with a ladle.  Whoever got it was to be the first married of the party.  An odd old custom in Suffolk suggests that the hawthorn was not always ready even for the Old Style May-day.  Any farm-servant who could find a branch in full blossom might claim a dish of cream for breakfast.  The milkmaids who supplied London and other places used to dress themselves gaily on May-day and go round from house to house performing a dance, and receiving gratuities from their customers.  On their heads—­instead of a milk-pail—­they carried a curious trophy, called the “Milkmaids’ Garland,” made of silver or pewter jugs, cups, and other pieces of plate, which they borrowed for the occasion, and which shone out of a mass of greenery and flowers.  Possibly these were at first the pewter measures with which they served out the milk.  The music to which the milkmaids’ dance was performed, was the jangling of bells of different tones depending from a round plate of brass mounted upon a Maydecked pole; but a bag-pipe or fiddle was sometimes substituted.

Cream, syllabub, and dainties compounded with milk, belong in England to the May festival.  In Germany there is a “May drink” (said to be very nice) made by putting woodruff into white Rhine wine, in the proportion of a handful to a quart.  Black currant, balm, or peppermint leaves are sometimes added, and water and sugar.

The milkmaids’ place has been completely usurped by the sweeps, who clatter a shovel and broom instead of the old plate and bells, and who seem to have added the popular Jack-in-the-green to the entertainment.  Jack-in-the-green’s costume is very simple.  A wicker-work frame of an extinguisher shape, thickly covered with green, is supported by the man who carries it, and who peeps through a hole left for the purpose.  May-day has become the Sweeps’ Carnival.  Mrs. Montague (whose son is said to have been stolen for a sweep in his childhood, and afterwards found) used to give the sweeps of London a good dinner every May-day, on the lawn before her house in Portman Square.

Another May-day custom is that of the choristers assembling at five o’clock in the morning on the top of the beautiful tower of Magdalen College, Oxford, and ushering in the day with singing.  At the same time boys of the city armed with tin trumpets, called “May-horns,” assemble beneath the tower, and contribute more sound than harmony to the celebration.  Let us hope that it is not strictly a part of the old ceremony, but rather a minor manifestation of “Town and Gown” feeling, that the town boys jeer the choristers, and in return are pelted with rotten eggs.  The origin of this special Oxford custom is said to be a requiem which was sung on the tower for the soul