We cannot even at this late day suppress a sigh of regret for one of the changes which was brought about last summer during the absence of the students in what might be called one of the historic landmarks of old student life at Harvard. Everybody is familiar with the tender and classic ditty : "A poco lived on Brighton street." Every student of this as well as of former days has been made familiar with the classic thoroughfare celebrated in these lines. Therefore no student returning to college this fall we presume has failed to notice the change made by the wise and weighty legislators of this town in the name of this famous way from Brighton street to Boylston street. What were the motives for the change does not concern us. We can merely remark with sorrow that the change has been made. In the future when old graduates return to these classic haunts on class day or commencement, and in remembrance of past days of jollity cause the air to resound with the words,

"Long years have fied, but still at night,

O'er Brighton street a ghost in white,

An airy sophomoric sprite

Doth seek his Pocoriva."

the undergraduate can but pause in wonder and question where was Brighton street ? And when the succeeding words are sung celebrating the fame of "Carl's," the similar question, who is Carl ? cannot but arise. Alas, Carl and Brighton street, with something of appropriateness, some will think, have departed from us hand in hand together, and their very names soon will be sounds familiar only to graduates of many years standing.