A MONSTER. 
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of the finest prospects ever seen by mortal eye. The 
stairs are in many places so broken, that the ascent 
is painful, but this difficulty once mastered, it more 
than recompenses the toil which has been undergone. 
This tower is visited as an object of curiosity by 
every traveller who comes to Delhi, and surrounded as 
it is by perhaps the most extensive, if not the most 
magnificent, ruins in the universe, it becomes an ob- 
ject of peculiar interest, independently of its own spe- 
cific attraction. It stands almost perfect in its 
symmetry and splendour, amid the wrecks of former 
generations, pointing with stately solemnity to the 
ravages of war and the devastations of time, and mutely 
conveying to the heart a striking lesson of the muta- 
bility of human grandeur. It sadly realizes the pain- 
ful reflection, that the noblest works of man’s inge- 
nuity must finally pass to “ that land where all things 
are forgotten,” and be mingled in undistinguishable 
oblivion with “ the things beyond the flood.” 
Whilst we were in the neighbourhood of the Cuttub 
Minar, my companions and I saw a most extraordi- 
nary creature, of which I am afraid it will be almost 
impossible to convey an adequate idea by descrip- 
tion. Walking leisurely towards our palankeens, 
which were waiting for us at some distance from the 
tower, our attention was painfully arrested by an ob- 
ject that seemed to be something superhuman, though 
its appearance betokened the very antithesis of an 
angel. It, however, claimed to be a man. There was 
a number of cows straggling about the land, after 
which he sprang with amazing activity, and, having 
collected them in a compact group, he began with the 
