17 DECEMBER 1887, Page 31

Puichsr's Pocket-Book (H. C. Pratt, Snelbnry) appears as usual, with

its supply of engravings, poetry, and rhymed puzzles. The engravings are this year unusually good, and some of the enigmas, the demand for which seems never to die out. The poetry is dis- tinctly bad,—so bad, that we can only imagine that the depression in agriculture has taken both imagination and sense of humour out of the Suffolk rhymeters.