A few evenings since, I 'dropped' into the Boston Museum, to witness Uncle Tom's Cabin;—did not like the play at all. I am sorry to say the drama abounds in low, vulgar and profane language, disgusting to good taste,—a disgrace to Boston, and well calculated to injure the tender minds of youth by listening to its balderdash.—The play is an overcolored description of the evils of slavery. It conveys wrong impressions of life at the South, and is a slander upon the slaveholding community. 'For our part,' says a writer in the Evening Gazette, 'we prefer that any youthful friend of ours should wander in the purlieus of Ann Street, and listen to the slang and billingsgate which there greet the ear, than to see this piece. It is an expression of opinion upon a national question which the manager, whatever may be his private sentiments, has no right to introduce on the stage, inasmuch as it is treason, and must prove offensive to a large body of our citizens.'—Boston Correspondent Quincy Patriot.