Fulcher's Pocket-Book. (Peacock, Mansfield, and Britton.)—The oldest, we believe, of
the pocket-books once so common in country towns. This is the sixty-seventh year of its life. It contains all the usual information, some poetry, chiefly by local versifiers, five page illustrations, and a variety of charades, enigmas, &c. The prize enigma this year, though a little obvious, is unusually good :- " Great as the world whereon we live, mall as a drop of dew,
In countless sizes I exist, in every shade and hue, Fm vaster than Siberia, and contain more human lives Than the mighty Indian Empire with its thousand teeming hives.
Yet the light shines brightly through me, as it burns so clear inside, And the water sparkles gaily, free from current, storm, or tide; But the fishes murmur sadly, swimming on and on for ever, 'Shall we never come to anywhere ?' and echo answers,' Never!'
But am I then so barren of events, so dull and flat?
Quite the contrary, I do assure yen, anything but that ! I'm considered an authority for all the last sensations, For London gossip, and for news of all the foreign nations.
L. J. BENHAM."
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