Rensselaer Republican, Volume 12, Number 52, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 September 1880 — MONKEY LIFE IN INDIA. [ARTICLE]

MONKEY LIFE IN INDIA.

Living Among Men and Playing with the Children. - In India,where the monkeys live among men-are the playmates of the children, the Hindoos have grown fond of them, and the four-handed folks participate in all their simple hsusehold rites. In the early morning, when the peasant goes out to yoke his oxen, qnd the crow wakes up, and the dog stretches himself and shakes off the dust in which he has slept all night, the old monkey creeps down the peepul tree, only half awake, and yawns and looks about him, puts a straw into his mouth, and scratches himself contemplatively. Then one by one the whole family come slipping down the tree trunk, and they all yawn and look about and scratch. But they are sleepy ant* peevish and the youngsters get cuffed for nothing, and begin to think life dull. Yet the toilet has to be performed, and, whether they like it or not, the young ones are sternly pulled up, one by one, to their-mother to nndergo the process. The scene, though repeated exactly every morning, loses nothing ot its delightful comicality, and the monkey brats seem all to be in the joke of “taking in mamma.” But mamma was young herself not so very long ago, and treats each ludicrous affectation of suffering with the profoundest unconcern, and, as she dismisses one “cleaned” voungster with a cuff, stretches out her hand for the next one’s tail or leg in the most business-like and serious manner possible. The y«ingsters know their turn quite well. As each feels the moment arrive it throws Itself on its stomach as if overwhelmed with apprehension, the others meanwhile stiffling their satisfaction at the way “so-and-so is doing it,” and the instant the maternal paw is’extended to grasp the tail, the subject of tho next experiment utters a piercing shriek, and throwing its arms forward in the dust, allowing itself to be dragged along a limp and helpless carcass, winking all the time, no doubt, at its brothers ana sisters, at the way it on the old lady. But the old lady will stand no nonsenre, and turning the child right side up, proceeds to put it to rights, takes the kinks out of its tail and the knots out of its fur, pokes its fingers into its cars and looks at each of his toes, the irrepressible brat all the time wearing on his face au absurd expression of hopeless and incurable grief, those who have been already cleansed looking on With delight at the screaming farce and those who are wating wearing a becoming aspect of enormous gravity. The old lady, however, has her joke too, which is to cuff each youngster before she lets it go, and nimble as her offspring are, she generally, to her credit be it said, manages to “fetch them one on the ears” before they are ont of reach. The father, meanwhile, site gravely with his back to all these domestic matters, waiting for breakfast Presently the mats before the hut doors are pushed down, and women with brass vessels in their hands come out, and while they scour the pots and pans with dust exchange between songs the compliments of the morning. The monkeys by this time have come closer to the preparations for food and sit solemnly household by household, watching every movement Hindoos do not hurry themselves in anything they do. bat the monkey has plenty of patience, and in the end, when the erow has stolen a little, and the dog had its morsel, snd the children are all satisfied, the fragments of the meal are thrown out on the ground for the “bhunder ogue,” the monkey people, and it is soon discussed, the mother feeding the baby before she herself eats.— From the London Telegraph.

The British steamer Angelia, Captain Garvia, from Boston, September 2, for London, foundered at sea on the 6th inst. All hands were saved. The vessel and cargo are a total loss. The cargo consisted of 838 live cattle, grain, provisions, etc. The whole is valued at $112,000. The cattie was insured in Canada. The Angelia was in a collision with the bark Trowgate.

General Grants Bmslmms Inteatioas. General Grant had just concluded a conversation with some gentlemen on mining topics relating to New Mexico, when a reporter remarked: ‘-That is a good thing you have down in Mexico, general.” “Why, I didn’t know I had anything down there, except what I read in the newspaper. I have been elected president of the company, but I haven’t accepted the position.” Mayor Bopris, who was sitting by, remarked that it was a dangerous thing for him (the general) to touch,“because,” said he, “they will, in all probability, float their stock, and there is a big chance for fraud.” “Oh,” said General Grant, “if they propose to place their stock on sale I don’t care to have anything to do with it.” “Then you have not laid out a plan for yourself m the near future F’ “No,” was the response. “I am not decided on that head.” There was a shadow observed to cross the speaker’s face, bat whether it had a meaning or not must be left for time to discover. “What do you think of the Southern Colorado minesF’ the ex-p resident was asked. “Well, I think that the Gunnison country is very rich. It is equal in wealth to the Comstoek lode before it was dag oat. 0 “I suppose you are out of politics altogether, general F’ “Yes, lam oat of politics, though, of course, I take an interest in the affairs of the country.”—[Denver (Ool.) News.

' To-Day and To-Morrow. • To-day we gather bright and beautiful flowers—to-morrow they are faded and dead. To-day a wreath of leaves shades us—tomorrow sear, and, fallen, they crumble beneath our tread. To-day the earth is covered with a carpet of green—tomorrow it is brown with the withered grass. To-day the vigorous stalk only bends before the gale—to-morrow leaffless and sapless, a child may break the brittle stem. ©Today the ripening fruit and waving grain—to-morrow ‘the land is taking its rest after toll.’ To-day we hear sweet songsters of meadows and forests, the buzz and hum of myriad insects—tomorrow breath softly, all nature is hashed and silent. Today a stately edifice, complete in finish and aprroandtng. attracts the passer-by —tomorrow a heap oi ruins marks the site. To-day there are cattle upon a thous and hills—to-morrow they fall by slaughter. The fashion of the world passes away. But let Christ dwell within us, and tho’ we pass away like the faded leaf and shapeless stalk, we shall arise to newness of life. . , ‘Where everlasting joy abides, j lAnd never withering flowers’