Appearing first in The Token and Atlantic Souvenir (1837), this tale based on colonial history tells of the 1630 Puritan destruction of the nearby settlement of Merry Mount, together with the felling of its great maypole, the closest thing to a center of worship the rebel community possessed. Hawthorne transforms this history into allegory, showing us how “jollity and gloom” once struggled for the soul of America.
Hawthorne leaves out some interesting history in the pursuit of his allegory, particularly in regard to Thomas Morton, the founder of Merry Mount (now Quincy, Massachusetts). He was a young Elizabethan lawyer, a bit of a roisterer, a self-proclaimed member of “the tribe of Ben” which produced the Cavalier Poets. Arriving in Massachusetts in 1624 to start a fur-trading outpost, he acquired a piece of land from the Algonquin people and established trade relations: they brought him furs, he gave them guns and liquor.
The Puritans, arriving four years later, were not happy with this arrangement, but even more galling was Morton's adoption of a liberal, oddly syncretic form of Christianity which revived the pagan practices of the English countryside. When Morton erected a maypole, celebrating an old-fashioned English Mayday together with the Native American spring festival, the Puritans were horrified, particularly since Morton and his men sought out the Indian women as “consorts,” drinking and “dancing and frisking” with them, and freely calling upon the old gods under their classical names of “Bacchus” and “Flora.” All this was too much for the Puritans: the maypole had to come down.
Hawthorne leaves out the guns, the liquor, and the Indian women, and he soft pedals the classical paganism and the spring festival elements as well. Instead, he concentrates on an old style English country marriage held beneath the maypole, on the day John Endicott and his Puritans have singled out the maypole for destruction. Thus this tale becomes an account of an expulsion from the Garden in which the Puritans are the snakes bringing knowledge of good and evil but also the Lord's angels, the bearers of flaming swords.
The most charming part of this story is that it ends with a compassionate, gentle John Endicott welcoming the couple into the Puritan community. But perhaps this is not really surprising, for it reinforces Hawthorne's complex vision of the Puritan heart as a congeries of principles and secrets, a heart which holds within it all the things it believes it has conquered: witchcraft and adultery certainly, but Quakerism and paganism too.