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'TANNER!'said I musingly,as I left the bridge;'Tanner!what can the man who cures raw skins by means of a preparation of oak bark and other materials have to do with the name which these fakers,as they call themselves,bestow on the smallest silver coin in these dominions?Tanner!I can't trace the connection between the man of bark and the silver coin,unless journeymen tanners are in the habit of working for sixpence a day.But I have it,'I continued,flourishing my hat over my head,'tanner,in this instance,is not an English word.'Is it not surprising that the language of Mr.
Petulengro and of Tawno Chikno is continually coming to my assistance whenever I appear to be at a nonplus with respect to the derivation of crabbed words?I have made out crabbed words in AEschylus by means of the speech of Chikno and Petulengro,and even in my Biblical researches I have derived no slight assistance from it.It appears to be a kind of picklock,an open sesame,Tanner-Tawno!the one is but a modification of the other;they were originally identical,and have still much the same signification.
Tanner,in the language of the apple-woman,meaneth the smallest of English silver coins;and Tawno,in the language of the Petulengres,though bestowed upon the biggest of the Romans,according to strict interpretation signifieth a little child.
So I left the bridge,retracing my steps for a considerable way,as I thought I had seen enough in the direction in which I had hitherto been wandering;I should say that I scarcely walked less than thirty miles about the big city on the day of my first arrival.Night came on,but still I was walking about,my eyes wide open,and admiring everything that presented itself to them.
Everything was new to me,for everything is different in London from what it is elsewhere-the people,their language,the horses,the TOUT ENSEMBLE-even the stones of London are different from others-at least it appeared to me that I had never walked with the same case and facility on the flagstones of a country town as on those of London;so I continued roving about till night came on,and then the splendour of some of the shops particularly struck me.
'A regular Arabian Nights entertainment!'said I,as I looked into one on Cornhill,gorgeous with precious merchandise,and lighted up with lustres,the rays of which were reflected from a hundred mirrors.
But,notwithstanding the excellence of the London pavement,I began about nine o'clock to feel myself thoroughly tired;painfully and slowly did I drag my feet along.I also felt very much in want of some refreshment,and I remembered that since breakfast I had taken nothing.I was now in the Strand,and,glancing about,I perceived that I was close by an hotel,which bore over the door the somewhat remarkable name of Holy Lands.Without a moment's hesitation Ientered a well-lighted passage,and,turning to the left,I found myself in a well-lighted coffee-room,with a well-dressed and frizzled waiter before me,'Bring me some claret,'said I,for I was rather faint than hungry,and I felt ashamed to give a humbler order to so well-dressed an individual.The waiter looked at me for a moment;then,****** a low bow,he bustled off,and I sat myself down in the box nearest to the window.Presently the waiter returned,bearing beneath his left arm a long bottle,and between the fingers of his right hand two large purple glasses;placing the latter on the table,he produced a corkscrew,drew the cork in a twinkling,set the bottle down before me with a bang,and then,standing still,appeared to watch my movements.You think I don't know how to drink a glass of claret,thought I to myself.I'll soon show you how we drink claret where I come from;and,filling one of the glasses to the brim,I flickered it for a moment between my eyes and the lustre,and then held it to my nose;having given that organ full time to test the bouquet of the wine,I applied the glass to my lips,taking a large mouthful of the wine,which I swallowed slowly and by degrees,that the palate might likewise have an opportunity of performing its functions.A second mouthful I disposed of more summarily;then,placing the empty glass upon the table,I fixed my eyes upon the bottle,and said-nothing;whereupon the waiter,who had been observing the whole process with considerable attention,made me a bow yet more low than before,and,turning on his heel,retired with a smart chuck of his head,as much as to say,It is all right:the young man is used to claret.
