CHAPTER V.

DEATH AND FUNERALS OF THE HINDOOS.

My dear Children--The death of a Hindoo is followed by many ridiculous

ceremonies. I will give you a description of a few, connected with the

death of one who has moved in one of the higher ranks--of a Brahmin.

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When it is evident that a Brahmin has but a little time to live, a space

is prepared with earth, well spread with cow-dung, over which a cloth,

that has never been worn, is spread. The dying man is placed upon this

at full length. Another cloth is wrapped around his loins. This being

done, the ceremony of expiating his sins is performed as follows. The

chief of the funeral brings on one plate some small pieces of silver or

copper coin, and on another the punchakaryam, etc. A little of this

punchakaryam is then put into his mouth, and, by virtue of this nauseous

draught, the body is perfectly purified. Besides this, there is a

general cleansing, which is accomplished by making the dying man recite

within himself, if he cannot speak, the proper muntrums, by which he is

delivered from all his sins. After this, a cow is introduced with her

calf. Her horns are decorated with rings of gold or brass, and her neck

with garlands of flowers. A pure cloth is laid over her body. Thus

decked, she is led up to the sick man, who takes hold of her tail.

Prayers are now offered up that the cow may conduct him, by a blessed

path, to the next world. He then makes a gift of a cow to a Brahmin.

This gift is considered indispensable to enable the soul to go over the

river of fire, which it is said all must pass after death. Those who

have made this gift, are met by one of these favored creatures the

moment they arrive at the bank of the stream, and by her help, they are

enabled to pass without injury from the flames.

As soon as the breath has left his body, all who are present must weep

for a reasonable time, and join in lamentations together.

After various ceremonies, the body is washed, and a barber is called to

shave his head. He is then clad with his finest clothes and adorned with

jewels. He is rubbed with sandal-wood where the body is uncovered, and

the accustomed mark is put upon his forehead. Thus dressed he is placed

on a kind of state bed, where he remains until he is carried to the

pile.

After every preparation is made to bear away the corpse, the person who

is to conduct the funeral, with the assistance of some relative or

friend, strips it of its clothing and jewels, and covers it with a

handkerchief provided for the occasion. The corpse is then placed on a

litter. Those who die in a state of marriage, have their faces left

uncovered. The litter, adorned with flowers and foliage, and sometimes

decked with valuable stuffs, is borne by four Brahmins. The procession

is arranged as follows.

The chief of the funeral marches foremost, carrying fire in a vessel.

The body follows, attended by the relations and friends, without their

turbans, and with nothing on their heads but a bit of cloth, in token of

mourning. The women never attend the funeral, but remain in the house,

where they set up a hideous cry when the corpse is taken out. While

advancing on the road, the custom is to stop three times on the way,

and, at each pause, to put into the mouth of the dead a morsel of

unboiled rice, moistened. The object of stopping is considered to be

very important. It is not without reason; for they say that persons

supposed to be dead have been alive, or even when lifeless have been

restored; and sometimes, also, it has happened that the gods of the

infernal regions have mistaken their aim, and seized one person instead

of another. In any view, it is right to afford the opportunity for

correcting these mistakes, so as not to expose to the flames a person

who is still alive. Hence the propriety of these pauses, each of which

continues half of the quarter of an hour.

Having arrived at the place for burning the dead, they dig a trench

about six or seven feet in length. This is consecrated by the muntrums.

It is slightly sprinkled with water to lay the dust, and a few pieces of

money in gold are scattered upon it. Here the pile is erected of dried

wood, on which the body is laid out at full length. Over the body a

quantity of twigs are laid, which are sprinkled with punchakaryam The

chief of the funeral then takes on his shoulders a pitcher of water, and

goes around the pile three times, letting the water run through a hole

made in it. After this he breaks the pitcher in pieces near the head of

the corpse.

At last the torch is brought for setting fire to the pile, and is handed

to the chief of the funeral. Before he receives it, however, he is

obliged to make some grimaces to prove his sorrow. He rolls about on the

ground, beats his breast, and makes the air resound with his cries. The

assistants also cry, or appear to cry. Fire being applied to the four

corners of the pile, the crowd retire, except the four Brahmins who

carried the body; they remain until the whole is consumed.

The funerals of the Sudras differ in some particulars from those of the

Brahmins. Deafening sounds of drums, trumpets, and other instruments of

music, not in use among the Brahmins, accompany their funerals. To

increase the noise, they sometimes shoot off an instrument which

somewhat resembles a small cannon. I do not now think of any other

particular worthy of mention.

By the ceremonies which are performed at their funerals, this wretched

people expect to secure the pardon of all the sins of those who have

died. Alas, what a delusion! O, that Christians had sent the Gospel to

this dark land in the days when they sent it to our heathen fathers.

Then might the Hindoos now be seeking the expiation of their sins,

through the blood of the ever-blessed Redeemer. Of this Redeemer,

however, they know nothing. They enter eternity, not that their souls

may be consumed as their bodies have been, but to endure the flames of

divine wrath for ever and ever. Alas, alas, that it should be so! O,

that the generation of Christians now living would lay these things to

heart, and do what they can, through grace, to rescue those who are yet

within the reach of hope from so tremendous a doom. What, my dear

children, will you do for this purpose?

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