cal
matters.

"What do you call bread in your language?" said I.

"You mean the language of those who bring me things to buy, or who did;
for, as I told you before, I sha'n't buy any more; it's no language of
mine, dear--they call bread pannam in their language."

"Pannam!" said I, "pannam! evidently connected with, is not derived from,
the Latin panis; even as the word tanner, which signifieth a sixpence, is
connected with, if not derived from, the Latin tener, which is itself
connected with, if not derived from, tawno or tawner, which, in the
language of Mr. Petulengro, signifieth a sucking child. Let me see, what
is the term for bread in the language of Mr. Petulengro? Morro, or
manro, as I have sometimes heard it called; is there not some connection
between these words and panis? Yes, I think there is; and I should not
wonder if morro, manro, and panis were connected, perhaps derived from
the same root; but what is that root? I don't know--I wish I did;
though, perhaps, I should not be the happier. Morro--manro! I rather
think morro is the oldest form; it is easier to say morro than manro.
Morro! Irish, aran; Welsh, bara; English, bread. I can see a
resemblance between all the words, and pannam too; and I rather think
that the Petulengrian word is the elder. How odd it would be if the
language of Mr. Petulengro should eventually turn out to be the mother of
all the languages in the world; yet it is certain that there are some
languages in which the terms for bread have no connection with the word
used by Mr. Petulengro, notwithstanding that those languages, in many
other points, exhibit a close affinity to the language of the horseshoe
master: for example, bread, in Hebrew, is Laham, which assuredly exhibits
little similitude to the word used by the aforesaid Petulengro. In
Armenian it is--"

"Zhats!" said the stranger starting up. "By the Patriarch and the Three
Holy Churches, this is wonderful! How came you to know aught of
Armenian?"

CHAPTER XLVII.

Just as I was about to reply to the interrogation of my new-formed
acquaintance, a man, with a dusky countenance, probably one of the
Lascars, or Mulattos, of whom the old woman had spoken, came up and
whispered to him, and with this man he presently departed, not however
before he had told me the place of his abode, and requested me to visit
him.

After the lapse of a few days, I called at the house which he had
indicated. It was situate