‘May Fair’ may have started out as a venue for cattle and other live trade in 1688, but soon enough the market diverged into an all out celebration of amusement and vice. By the dawn of the 18th century, pickpockets and rogues were heading to the fair in droves. The year 1700 brought such a disorderly crowd that the magistrates present were forced to send for the constables. Their mission was to subdue the charlatans and thieves who went to prey on the merry and the drunk, but chaos erupted instead. John Cooper, a peace officer, was accidentally killed when soldiers joined in the throng, and as a result May Fair’s reputation stumbled.
The people, however, loved their yearly May outing. By 1707, after attracting the nobility and gentry (including the Lady Mary Finley as the must-see rope dancer) the fair was all the rage. Everywhere one looked May Fair was bursting with revelry. Here and there were Indian rope dancers and buffoons, puppet shows and music shows, stage plays and tricksters. For those loose with their pockets, gaming, raffling, and lotteries served up yet another diversion.
In 1708 the right to hold the fair was openly attacked. The throng and ongoing unsavory behavior were declared a public nuisance. Come April of 1709, Queen Anne issued a Royal Proclamation prohibiting the erecting or making of stalls or booths for stage and music plays, along with any activity deemed disorderly.
Still May Fair refused to die and when the beast started breathing again, the atmosphere became more depraved. Prize fighting, boxing, and bull-baiting flourished. Its natural sibling–prostitution–arose with it. But alas, the people’s choice outing was not to last. After almost a hundred years, the fifteen day fair was shut down in 1764. The wealthy residents who had lamented at the ruckus had finally got their wish as the riffraff, so disdained for their lowbrow antics, were thrown from the property gobbled meadow and Mayfair as a district ascended to its height as N.P. Willis describes in his 19th century Prose Works:
May Fair! What a name for the core of dissipated and exclusive London! A name that brings with it only the scent of crushed flowers in a green field, of a pole wreathed in roses, booths crowded with dancing peasant girls, and nature in its holyday. This—to express the costly, the court-like, the so called ‘heartless’ precinct of fashion and art in their most authentic and envied perfect. Mais les extremes se touchent; and perhaps there is more nature in May Fair than in Rose Cottage or Honeysuckle lodge.