nch who
belongs to the King"). There was also a scurrilous, and distinctly
blasphemous, broadsheet, purporting to be Lola's private version of
the Lord's Prayer:

"Our Father, in whom throughout my life, I have never yet
had much belief, all's well with me. Hallowed be thy
name--so far as I am concerned. Thy kingdom come, that is,
my bags of gold, my polished diamonds, and my unpolished
Alemannia. Thy will be done, if thou wilt destroy my
enemies. Give me this day champagne and truffles and
pheasant, and all else that is delectable, for I have a very
good appetite.... Lead me not into temptation to return to
this country, for, even if I were bullet-proof, I might be
arrested, clapped into a cage, and six francs charged for a
peep at me. Amen!"

IV

Those were the days when gentlemen (at any rate, Bavarians) did not
necessarily prefer blondes. Lola's raven locks were much more to their
taste. If she were not a success in the ballet, she was certainly one
in the boudoir. Of a hospitable and gregarious disposition, she kept
what amounted to open house in her Barerstrasse villa. Every morning
she held an informal levee there, at which any stranger who sent in
his card was welcome to call and pay his respects; and in the
evenings, when she was not dancing attendance on Ludwig at the Palace,
the Barerstrasse reception would be followed by a soiree. These
gatherings attracted--in addition to a throng of artists and authors
and musicians--professors and scholars from all over Europe; and, as
Gertrude Aretz remarks, in her admirable study, _The Elegant Woman_
(with considerable reference to this one): "the best intellects of her
century helped to draw her victorious chariot." The uncultured mob,
however, dubbed her a "Fair Impire" and a "Light o' Love," and flung
even stronger and still more uncomplimentary epithets. Their subject,
however, received them with a laugh. The shopkeepers, with an eye to
business, embellished their wares with her portrait; and the
University students, headed by Fritz Peissner, serenaded her in front
of her windows.

_Lolita schoen, wie Salamoni's Weiber.
Welch 'suszer Reis flog ueber dich dahin!_

they sang in rousing chorus.

Among the students engaged in amassing light and learning at the
University of Munich, there were a number of foreigners. One of them
was a young American, Charles Godfrey Leland ("Hans Breitmann"), who