Yours in memory-moram, EPHRAIM ECKELS.

Thus Seyavi, "As much good as yours of the flowers you strew.

Their generals have been received with honor after their defeat; yours with ignominy after conquest.

It's only yours for life.

Dear Finley,Yours of the 6th ult.

Yours as ever, C. LAMB.

"For goodness sake, girl," he cried, "don't look at me, you make me forget what I was sayingI can't think, when you train those eyes of yours on me.

SILAS: Says I to him, 'Yesthat's true; it's more yours than mine, you had it first and loved it best.

Heaven send him his jars uncrack'd, and me my Yours with kindest wishes to your daughter and friend, in which Mary joins C.L. ["I saved nothing."

But keep that gun of yours by your bedside, for the time is coming when a man's hands will have to keep his head.

Send a few of these honest patriots of yours to the houses of the reactionaries.

That energy, that brain, that influence of yours over others, that something men callcharm, should be exerted to emancipate yourself and your unfortunate sisters.

He said he was an old school chum of yours at Putnam Hall and had been on a treasure hunt with you during the past summer.

"If you tempted her to commit a sin, she would be yours without any conditions at all.

"These unannounced comings and goings of yours from the ends of the earth are so upsetting to your friends," she declared.

Trusting, my dear 'NELLO, you will give me a good setting-up, and cast my lines in pleasant places, I remain, Yours in fun, S. R. DEEN.

" "Why not lay this interesting theory of yours before the authorities at Scotland Yard?"

"Look here, Di; I've gone too far in this game to back out now, I'm going to carry it through if it costs me my life and libertyand yours into the bargain!

"So long, old son, "Yours as ever, "TOMMY.

Mr. Sergei Antonovitch Kovroff was so good as to inform me of a certain intention of yours about the dust.

my throat's still sore where you got that cursed grip of yours inside my collar.

I want to get the taste of those rotten letters of yours out of my mouth.

"'I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

Corringius calls this statement in question, and asks how Suidas, who lived but five hundred yours between them, should know what happened eight hundred years before him?

I have yours beside me now, and to make it like a real talk I shall answer each point as it comes.