Nor can we discover any sufficient reason for such hard statement. At the same age that Longfellow was writing for the United States Literary Gazette, Lowell was scribbling verses for an undergraduates' periodical called Harvardiana. They were not very serious productions, and might all be included under the head of bric-a-brac; but there was a-plenty of them.
It was real touchin'. When last seen they was driftin' up Tremont Street arm in arm singin' 'Madelon, 'Boola-Boola, 'Harvardiana' and other appropriate melodies." "Just like the good old days, eh, Nicky?" suggests Mr. Robert. But Nicky only shakes his head. "You say they were not seen again?" he demands.