CHAPTER X.

FESTIVALS OF THE HINDOOS.

My dear Children--The Hindoos have many festivals. These are all

occasions of joy and gladness. On such days, the people quit their usual

employments. Friends and relations unite in family parties, and give

entertainments according to their means. Innocent pastimes and

amusements of various kinds are resorted too to add to their happiness.

There are eighteen principal festivals yearly, and no month passes

without one or more of them.

One of the most solemn of these ceremonies is held in the month of

September, and appears to be principally in honor of Parvathe, the wife

of Siva. At this time every laborer and every artisan offers sacrifices

and prayers to his tools. The laborer brings his plough, hoe, and other

farming utensils. He piles them together, and offers a sacrifice to

them, consisting of flowers, fruit, rice, and other articles. After

this, he prostrates himself before them at full length, and then returns

them to their places.

The mason offers the same adoration and sacrifice to his trowel, rule,

and other instruments The carpenter adores his hatchet, adze, and plane.

The barber collects his razors together and worships them with similar

rites.

The writing-master sacrifices to the iron pen or style, with which he

writes upon the palm-leaf the tailor to his needles, the weaver to his

loom, the butcher to his cleaver.

The women, on this day, collect into a heap their baskets, rice-mill,

rice-pounder, and other household utensils, and, after having offered

sacrifices to them, fall down in adoration before them. Every person, in

short, in this solemnity sanctifies and adores the instrument or tool by

which he gains a living. The tools are considered as so many gods, to

whom they present their prayers that they will continue to furnish them

still with the means of getting a livelihood.

This least is concluded by making an idol to represent Parvathe. It is

made of the paste of grain, and being placed under a sort of canopy, is

carried through the streets with great pomp, and receives the worship of

the people.

Another festival of great celebrity is observed in October. At this

time, each person, for himself, makes offerings of boiled rice and other

food, to such of their relations as have died, that they may have a good

meal on that day. They afterwards offer sacrifices of burning lamps, of

fruit, and of flowers, and also new articles of dress, that their

ancestors may be freshly clothed.

At this festival, soldiers offer sacrifices to their weapons, in order

to obtain success in war. On such occasions, a ram is offered in

sacrifice to their armor.

In November, a festival is observed, which is called the feast of lamps.

At this season, the Hindoos light lamps, and place them around the doors

of their houses. This festival was established to commemorate the

deliverance of the earth from a giant, who had been a great scourge to

the people. He was slain by Vrishnoo, after a dreadful battle. In many

places, on this day, a sacrifice is offered to the _dunghill_ which is

afterwards to enrich the ground. In the villages, each one has his own

heap, to which he makes his offering of burning lamps, fruit, flowers,

etc.

The most celebrated of all the festivals, is that which is held in the

end of December. It is called the feast of Pongul, and is a season of

rejoicing for two reasons: the first is, because the month of December,

every day of which is unlucky, is about to end; and the other is,

because it is to be followed by a month, every day of which is

fortunate. For the purpose of preventing the evil effects of this month,

the women every morning scour a place about two feet square before the

door of the house, upon which they draw white lines, with flour. Upon

these they place several little balls of cow-dung, sticking in each a

flower. Each day these little balls, with their flowers, are preserved,

and on the last day of the month, they are thrown into tanks or

waste-places.

The first day of this festival is called the Pongul of rejoicing. Near

relatives are invited to a feast, which passes off with mirth and

gladness.

The second day is called the Pongul of the sun, and is set apart to

worship that luminary. Married women, after bathing themselves, proceed

to boil rice with milk, in the open air. When the milk begins to

simmer, they make a loud cry, "Pongul, O Pongul." The vessel is then

taken from the fire, and set before an idol. Part of this rice is

offered to the image, and, after standing there for some time, it is

given to the cows. The remainder is given to the people. This is the

great day for visiting among friends. The salutation begins by the

question, "Has the milk boiled?" To which the answer is, "It has

boiled." From this, the festival takes the name of pongul, which

signifies to boil.

The third day is called the _Pongul of cows._ In a great vessel, filled

with water, they put saffron and other things. These being well mixed,

they go around the cows and oxen belonging to the house several times,

sprinkling them with water. After this, the men prostrate themselves

before them four times. The cows are then dressed, their horns being

painted with various colors. Garlands of flowers are also put round

their necks, and over their backs. To these are added strings of

cocoa-nuts and other kinds of fruit, which, however, are soon shaken

off, when they are in motion, and are picked up by children and others,

who greedily eat what they gather, as something sacred. After being

driven through the streets, they are suffered, during the day, to feed

wherever they please, without a keeper. I have, however, told you

enough. Are you ready to exclaim, Is it possible that a people can be

guilty of such utter folly? But you, my dear children, would be guilty

of just such folly, if you had not the Bible. Should not the gratitude,

then, which you owe to your heavenly Father, for your distinguished

mercies, constrain you to do all that you can to send this blessed book

to this dark land?

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