(From a New York Correspondent.)

  I went on Saturday evening to see the play of Uncle Tom's Cabin, at the National Theatre, invited thereto by the description of the Times, which appeared in a late Standard. That description does no more than justice to the play. It is better by one hundred per cent. than the version of the Boston Museum. If the shrewdest abolitionist amongst us had prepared the drama with a view to make the strongest anti-slavery impression, he could scarcely have done the work better. O, it was a sight worth seeing, those ragged, coatless men and boys in the pit (the very material of which mobs are made) cheering the strongest and sublimest anti-slavery sentiments! The whole audience was at times melted to tears, and I own that I was no exception. It was noticeable that the people, after witnessing the death of Uncle Tom, went out of the house as gravely and seriously as people retire from a religious meeting! I wish every abolitionist in the land could see this play as I saw it, and exult as I did that, when haughty pharisees will not testify against slavery, the very stones are crying out!