Well said Surditas.
Language is a living, evolving thing. It moves like the river of life which supports it, ebbing and flowing like the tides of the peoples and societies who use it, as they rise and fade in the great wash we call humanity.
New words are born into living languages, old ones die, others change meanings or take on additional nuances.
Some languages, by virtue of their scope, adaptability, precision, and sheer melody, spread and flourish to reflect the vigour of those who call them their native tongue.
English is one such language, as was Latin in a bygone age.
Like any living thing, true appreciation of the inner beauty of language cannot be found by mourning the passing of any of its developmental stages. Instead, give thanks perhaps that such ever was.
Words, An Illustrated History of Western Languages, by Victor Stevenson, (doesn't seem to have an ISBN number anywhere) Copyright 1983 Edison/Sadd Editions Ltd, is a fascinating read on the subject.
Now if only people could learn to speak it properly....
