J5P We have scarcely over observed any tiling in which more shortsightedness has been evinced, than in the conduct of our Southern brethren of the press, in relation to “ Uncle Tom's Cabin. Take the following extract from the criticism of the Ash-villo, (N. C.) Spectator, ns a specimen;‘•The forte of the story is its appeals to our sympathies, and better nature ; and so successful is the artist that she can bring tears from the very man at whoso interests and welfare she has aimed a deadly blow. Wo are free to confess tlmi our sympathies were touched not a little when we read “Uncle Tom’s Cabin, which was shortly after its first appearance, although we wore satisfied—we knew that wo were reading a lie all the time. It is a bad book—it can do nogood but may do much harm. We would advise no one to read it-Just think of it. The book is so “touchingly interesting that we wept over it,”—oureympathies were touched,’’—and yotitisso “bud” o book that “wo would advise no one else to read it. Why man, that is the very way to get the multitudo to read it. They nro like the little boy whose mother was lecturing him upon the evils of dancing.“ Mother, didn’t you dance when you wero young I“Vos, my son, but I havo seen the evil of it.”“ Well, mother, I want to see the evil of it, too.Such is depraved human nature everywhere. If there is evil in the land they want to see it.