Mr. Sim is assuredly a perfect novice in the art of making a big book out of scanty materials; or, in plain words, the art of picking pockets without running the risk of punishment. A resolute book spinner would have made a large quarto at least, perhaps two, out of what Mr. Sim has squeezed into a duodecimo volume. In the name, however, of every lover of poetry, we thank Mr. Sim for his unassuming edition of Mickle's poems. Mickle is entitled to no humble station on the British Parnassus. This edition of his works is calculated to make his name and merits as extensively known as they deserve to be. The life is full and satisfactory, and is neatly written.