Fulcher's Pocket - Book. (H. Pratt, Sudbury.)—An unusually good number of this
provincial pocket-book. Great pains have been taken with the engravings, and the poetry, though still very mixed, includes a fair piece or two. The prize enigmas, too, are better, and the first one will puzzle those upon whom the solution does not flash at once :- " When through the air and in the deep, Races extinct enjoyed life's powers, O'er land and sea I used to sweep
In hundreds on this globe of oars.
Since man has lived beneath the sky, Few times upon the earth I've been, And though before me all must die, By no man have I yet been seen.
I traversed through the paths of time While Adam lived, and when he died, Though then no longer in my prime, I ceased not o'er the world to glide.
Again I came ; the flood I saw! The world was drowned, but I survived, (Though not within the ark with Noah) Until my hour to die arrived.
Thrice more in turn my form arose, Across the Sun and Moon I passed ; Sorrow, and blood, and many woes Darkened the shadow that I cast.
My chain will hold the Devil fast, And I shall bring to life again Them that are dead, to live at last, And on the thrones of glory reign."
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