The poetry is very excellent. October by Eliza is beautiful--and also some lines upon the same page by the same writer. Among other things we must particularly mention _Marcelia_--_A Sonnet_, and another Sonnet, entitled _Ruins_, just above it. The _Lines on the Blank Leaf_--and the _Scenes from an unpublished Drama by Edgar A. Poe_. _From the Charlottesville Jeffersonian_. _The Southern Literary Messenger_.--We have been favored by the politeness of Mr. White, with the first number of the second volume of this interesting periodical, and take pleasure in adding our mite to the many well merited praises which his work has already received from other journals; and we agree with Mr. White in his bright anticipations of the future. This periodical must be sustained for the literary credit of the Old Dominion and the honor of the South. Some of our Northern cotemporaries have already declared it the _best_ literary periodical in America, and we deem this praise not so high as when they say it is decidedly good. This number contains sufficient variety to gratify diversity of taste. The MS. found in a bottle. By Edgar A. Poe, is good,--it is original and well told. Its wild impossibilities are pictured to the imagination with all the detail of circumstances, which truth and the fearful reality might be supposed to present. Whilst we do not agree to the justness of the praise which has been bestowed upon _some_ of Mr. Poe's pieces, we concur in the general commendation which he has received as a writer of great originality, and one who promises well. The prose article which most pleases us in this number, is Mr. Minor's Address on Education. It is too valuable and upon a subject of too much importance to the State, to be passed with this cursory notice of the Messenger; we shall recur to the subject again and again. We perceive that the Georgetown Metropolitan has censured the Messenger, for publishing Mr. Garnett's Introductory Lecture on the subject of Education, thinking it unsuitable to the Magazine. Mr. White acted properly in disregarding such an objection. Variety is the very life of a literary periodical, and it is never less agreeable for being useful. There is a pretty thought in the following lines--written on one of the blank leaves of a book sent to a friend in England. As he who sails afar on southern seas, Catches rich odor on the evening breeze, Turns to the shore whence comes the perfumed air, And knows, though all unseen, some flower is there-- Thus when o'er ocean's wave these pages greet Thine eye, with many a line from minstrel sweet, Think of Virginia's clime far off and fair, And know, though all unseen, a friend is there.--_Imogene_.