We were much entertained with "_Nugator's_" humorous sketches of the castle-building farmer. No periodical in the country, numbers one among its contributors more racy than "Nugator." The article on "Liberian Literature" gives the reader a very flattering idea of the condition of that colony. The "Biographical Sketch" of _President Cushing_, of Hampden Sidney College, we read with much pleasure. We would recommend a series of similar sketches, from the same hand: nothing can give a periodical of this kind more solid value than such tributes to departed worth. Sketches of "Lake Superior"--beautiful! beautiful! We feel inclined to follow the track so picturesquely described by _Mr. Woolsey_, and make a pilgrimage to the wild and woody scenery of the Great Lake. This is a continuous series of letters, and we shall hail the coming numbers with much pleasure. The last prose _contribution_ in the book is entitled "Readings with my Pencil," being a series of paraphrases of different passages, taken at random, from various authors. We like this plan, and think well of the performance thus far. It is to be continued. The poetical department is not so rich as that in former numbers. _Miss Draper's_ "Lay of Ruin" is irregular in the versification, and shows the fair writer's forte to be in a different style altogether. We wish she would give us something more like that gem of the December number of the Messenger, "Halley's Comet in 1760." _Mr. Flint's_ "Living Alone," capital; and _Mr. Poe's_ "Valley Nis," characteristically wild, yet sweetly soft and smooth in measure as in mood. The "Lines" on page 166 do no credit to the Messenger; they should have been dropped into the fire as soon as the first stanza was read by the editor; and if he had gotten to the eleventh, he should have sent the MS. to the Museum as a curiosity. Look! The Bard addresses the Mississippi! "'Tis not clearness--'tis not brightness Such as dwell in mountain brooks-- 'Tis thy big, big boiling torrent-- 'Tis thy wild and angry looks." This is altogether too bad. _Eliza's_ Stanzas to "Greece" are very beautiful. She writes from _Maine_, and, with care and cultivation, will, by and by, do something worthy of the name to which she makes aspiration. So much for the poetry of the {347} number; which neither in quantity or quality is equal to the last three or four.