UNCLE TOM AT THE BOWERY.—The Five Points has been redeemed and why not the Bowery? Uncle Tom's Cabin was brought out there last night to a sweating, steaming audience [of] three thousand persons. Who they were may be judged from the fact that the price of admission to over one-half the house was twelve and a half cents a head. The play conformed to the original story quite as much as we expected to find it, so far as we listened to the representation. We did not see it through, but we observed by the bills that it is sufficiently tragic toward the end. Eva dies, and so does Uncle Tom. Judging from what we saw we conclude it was such a sermon as was never before preached to the Bowery boys. It suggests no criticism for manifest reasons. The performance can be viewed in no other light than as a theme for moral reflections. But these must be very brief.

  Mrs. Stowe is accomplishing an object which was far enough from her thoughts in composing her story. This is a reform in theatrical representations. Whether it will end with the exhibition of her own creation upon the stage, is yet to be determined. We are thankful for what is accomplished, and devoutly hope for more of the same sort of reform.

  We could not but feel last night as we witnessed this play of Uncle Tom, in its representation at the Bowery, that it must make a gross, robust, unreasoning sentiment of hatred to slavery in the very ground tier of society, that may be the germ of a tremendous social explosion. Do slave-holders count upon the steady support of the masses whose seething, throbbing pulses, inconstant purposes, and unchained and reckless impulses, there rocked the brains of thousands? Let them as well reckon upon the quiet of the rumbling volcano. If slavery shall persist in her blind purpose of defying the philanthropic sentiment of the age, and contemning the explosive forces of an outraged humanity, let it beware of the deep sentiment of human brotherhood that lies beneath the brittle transparencies of all political ties.