still it is there, notwithstanding the popular notion of Bavarian stupidity.  The North German, and even English and American satirists of these people, fare generally much as did Ulysses’s men on drinking of Circe’s magic cup; and once turned into swine, they are seldom turned back again, at least until they leave the charmed spot.  When once drawn into the vortex of students’ convivial gatherings, they feel that there is no escape without flying from the place.

A drinking frolic, involving Americans, once called in my aid to settle a great international difficulty—­that is, one about as threatening as most of those diplomatic cases flaunted so often in our newspapers—­between the United States and Bavarian governments.  Two American art-students had taken a room at Nymphenburg, a little village in the vicinity of Munich, the site of a royal chateau, which in summer is always occupied by a royal prince.  There the great Napoleon lodged, when he visited the Bavarian capital.  There the present king was born.  There, at the time to which I refer, the king’s youngest brother, Adalbert,—­who would have succeeded Otho on the throne of Greece, if the Greeks had not otherwise determined,—­was residing in the palace, and a company of cuirassiers was stationed in the town.  The two students were visited on a Sunday evening by three or four more Americans, and one English and two Bavarian friends.  The usual beer-guzzling prevailed; some exciting topic was up, and each must have his glass empty when the time for refilling was announced.  One of the Americans felt his capacity not quite equal to the demands made upon it.  The shift often resorted to in such a trying situation is quietly to empty the glass under the table or out of a window, if this can be done without observation,—­and most young men are not very observing at such times.  Under the window, outside, sat a party of the cuirassiers drinking, about a dozen of whom made a sudden irruption into that bacchanal chamber, and, with little explanation, proceeded to clear it of its tenants and guests, knocking down, beating, and pitching them headlong down-stairs, until the work was done.  There were sundry flesh-bruises inflicted, some small blood-vessels lying near the surface tapped, one collar-bone fractured, a wrist sprained, garments torn off or left hanging in shreds; and rarely has the darkness of a summer evening concealed a more ludicrous spectacle than that of these dispersed beer-bacchanalians, each running on his own account, hatless or coatless, as he happened to have been left by some stout cuirassier into whose hands he had fallen.  The next day, a deputation of the injured company and their friends came to me, desiring that redress might be demanded of the Bavarian government.  They stated their case both verbally and in writing.  They were conscious of no offence.  If the assailants gave any reason for their assault, it was not understood.  Most of the young men knew but little German, and