leg　under　one　of　the　wheels　of　the　vehicle。
  〃Said　Sciatti　was　suddenly　harvested　（gathered　in？）　by　several　citizens；
  who　by　means　of　public　cab　No。　365　transported　to　St。　John　of　God。〃
  Paragraph　No。　3　is　a　little　obscure；　but　I　think　it　says　that
  the　medico　set　the　broken　left　legright　enough；　since　there
  was　nothing　the　matter　with　the　other　oneand　that　several
  are　encouraged　to　hope　that　fifty　days　well　fetch　him　around
  in　quite　giudicandolo…guaribile　way；　if　no　complications　intervene。
  I　am　sure　I　hope　so　myself。
  There　is　a　great　and　peculiar　charm　about　reading　news…scraps　in　a
  language　which　you　are　not　acquainted　withthe　charm　that　always　goes
  with　the　mysterious　and　the　uncertain。　　You　can　never　be　absolutely
  sure　of　the　meaning　of　anything　you　read　in　such　circumstances；
  you　are　chasing　an　alert　and　gamy　riddle　all　the　time；　and　the
  baffling　turns　and　dodges　of　the　prey　make　the　life　of　the　hunt。
  A　dictionary　would　spoil　it。　　Sometimes　a　single　word　of　doubtful
  purport　will　cast　a　veil　of　dreamy　and　golden　uncertainty　over　a
  whole　paragraph　of　cold　and　practical　certainties；　and　leave　steeped
  in　a　haunting　and　adorable　mystery　an　incident　which　had　been　vulgar
  and　commonplace　but　for　that　benefaction。　　Would　you　be　wise　to　draw
  a　dictionary　on　that　gracious　word？　would　you　be　properly　grateful？
  After　a　couple　of　days'　rest　I　now　come　back　to　my　subject　and　seek
  a　case　in　point。　　I　find　it　without　trouble；　in　the　morning　paper；
  a　cablegram　from　Chicago　and　Indiana　by　way　of　Paris。　　All　the　words
  save　one　are　guessable　by　a　person　ignorant　of　Italian：
  Revolverate　in　teatro
  PARIGI；　27。La　PATRIE　ha　da　Chicago：
  Il　guardiano　del　teatro　dell'opera　di　Walace　（Indiana）；　avendo　voluto
  espellare　uno　spettatore　che　continuava　a　fumare　malgrado　il　diviety；
  questo　spalleggiato　dai　suoi　amici　tir‘o　diversi　colpi　di　rivoltella。
  Il　guardiano　ripose。　　Nacque　una　scarica　generale。　　Grande　panico
  tra　gli　spettatori。　　Nessun　ferito。
  TRANSLATION。〃Revolveration　in　Theater。　　PARIS；　27TH。　　LA　PATRIE
  has　from　Chicago：　　The　cop　of　the　theater　of　the　opera　of　Wallace；
  Indiana；　had　willed　to　expel　a　spectator　which　continued　to　smoke
  in　spite　of　the　prohibition；　who；　spalleggiato　by　his　friends；
  tir'o　（Fr。　TIR'E；　Anglice　PULLED）　manifold　revolver…shots；
  great　panic　among　the　spectators。　　Nobody　hurt。〃
  It　is　bettable　that　that　harmless　cataclysm　in　the　theater　of　the　opera
  of　Wallace；　Indiana；　excited　not　a　person　in　Europe　but　me；　and　so
  came　near　to　not　being　worth　cabling　to　Florence　by　way　of　France。
  But　it　does　excite　me。　　It　excites　me　because　I　cannot　make　out；
  for　sure；　what　it　was　that　moved　the　spectator　to　resist　the　officer。
  I　was　gliding　along　smoothly　and　without　obstruction　or　accident；
  until　I　came　to　that　word　〃spalleggiato；〃　then　the　bottom　fell　out。
  You　notice　what　a　rich　gloom；　what　a　somber　and　pervading　mystery；
  that　word　sheds　all　over　the　whole　Wallachian　tragedy。　　That　is　the　charm
  of　the　thing；　that　is　the　delight　of　it。　　This　is　where　you　begin；
  this　is　where　you　revel。　　You　can　guess　and　guess；　and　have　all
  the　fun　you　like；　you　need　not　be　afraid　there　will　be　an　end　to　it；
  none　is　possible；　for　no　amount　of　guessing　will　ever　furnish　you
  a　meaning　for　that　word　that　you　can　be　sure　is　the　right　one。
  All　the　other　words　give　you　hints；　by　their　form；　their　sound；
  or　their　spellingthis　one　doesn't；　this　one　throws　out　no　hints；
  this　one　keeps　its　secret。　　If　there　is　even　the　slightest　slight
  shadow　of　a　hint　anywhere；　it　lies　in　the　very　meagerly　suggestive
  fact　that　〃spalleggiato〃　carries　our　word　〃egg〃　in　its　stomach。
  Well；　make　the　most　out　of　it；　and　then　where　are　you　at？
  You　conjecture　that　the　spectator　which　was　smoking　in　spite
  of　the　prohibition　and　become　reprohibited　by　the　guardians；
  was　〃egged　on〃　by　his　friends；　and　that　was　owing　to　that　evil
  influence　that　he　initiated　the　revolveration　in　theater　that　has
  galloped　under　the　sea　and　come　crashing　through　the　European
  press　without　exciting　anybody　but　me。　　But　are　you　sure；
  are　you　dead　sure；　that　that　was　the　way　of　it？　　No。　Then　the
  uncertainty　remains；　the　mystery　abides；　and　with　it　the　charm。
  Guess　again。
  If　I　had　a　phrase…book　of　a　really　satisfactory　sort　I　would
  study　it；　and　not　give　all　my　free　time　to　undictionarial　readings；
  but　there　is　no　such　work　on　the　market。　　The　existing　phrase…books
  are　inadequate。　　They　are　well　enough　as　far　as　they　go；　but　when
  you　fall　down　and　skin　your　leg　they　don't　tell　you　what　to　say。