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We have revealed in gore during the week just closed. This sanguinary treat was afforded us through the kindness of Messrs. Buffalo William, Texas John, and their wild and untutored sons of the forest. Those who cry for vengeance on the illicit killers in the Tombs, and pant for the blood of manslayers, should visit Niblo's Garden, and witness the soul stirring scenes of carnage presented by Mr. Edward Buntline's society drama of "The Scouts of the Prairie." We don't know when we have been so delighted. The stage is filled with the deservedly dead and dying from the rising of the curtain until the going down of the same. Overtakes the brutal red devils in every act, and the scalping knife of the palefaces causes decline in the store price of black hair. There is something so refreshing, so inspiring in scenes like those presented in "The Scouts" that we long to see other writers follow in the path so boldly laid out by Mr. Buntline. and give us more of such domestic dramas of real life. In the midst of fire, and smoke, and death, and desolation, Mr. Buntline encompasses the attention of a son of the green isle of Erin, and into his unwilling ears he pours a real lecture on tem- perance, which puts brother Gough's nose out of joint. But we have no more space to devote to this Indian story. Go to Niblo's, while it is yet time. Go early. Take some other hard-drinker with you. "O-oo!" We have said...