* * * * * _The Deerslayer: or the First War-Path. By J. Fenimore Cooper. New York: George P. Putnam. 1 vol. 12mo._ This is the first volume of a reprint of Cooper’s Leather-Stocking Tales, the best works of their Author. It is uniform with the Putnam’s edition of “The Spy,” and “The Pilot.” * * * * * _The Life of Silas Talbot, a Commodore in the Navy of the United States. By Henry T. Tuckerman. New York: J. C. Riker. 1 vol. 16mo._ In this little volume, Mr. Tuckerman appears as the biographer of a revolutionary hero, as a describer of land fights and sea fights, and as a commentator on military and naval character. In this department of literature he seems as much at home as in writing genial essays on poets and social phenomena, and has made a charming book. In narrative, his style, without parting with any of its grace, has an increased energy and rapidity of movement. He lingers less over his matter. The subject of his biography is a grand one, and he has treated it finely, exhibiting judgment, research, and a marked descriptive power. * * * * * [Illustration: Anaïs Toudouze LE FOLLET Boulevart S^{t}. Martin, 69. _Robes de M^{me}._ Verrier Richard, _r. Richelieu, 73—_ _Chapeaux de M^{lle}._ Grafeton, _r. de la Paix, 24_. _The styles of Goods here represented can be had of Mess^{rs}._ L. J. Levy & C^{o}. _Philadelphia_ _and at_ Stewart’s, _New York_. Graham’s Magazine, 134 Chestnut Street.] * * * * * COME TOUCH THE HARP, MY GENTLE ONE. BALLAD. Composed, and Respectfully Dedicated TO MRS. A. A. T. BY E. K. EATON. Published by permission of Edward L. Walker, 160 Chestnut Street. _Publisher and Importer of Music and Musical Instruments._ [Illustration] Come touch the harp, my gentle one! And let the notes be sad and low; Such as may breathe in ev’ry tone— The [Illustration] soul, the soul of long ago! That smile of thine is all too bright For aching hearts and lonely years, And dearly as I love its light, To-day I would have tears. SECOND VERSE Yet weep not that, my gentle girl, No smile of thine has lost its spell; I so do love thy lightest curl, Oh! more than fondly well.