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Evening Star, Issue 3828, 1 June 1875, Page 3

IS ever many for wealth, but remember it is just as easy to love a girl who has a brick house with a mansard roof and a silver-plated doorbell as one who hasn’t anything but an auburn head and an amiable disposition. A Lady’s Age.—Mademoiselle Mtirs, who died in 1847, was an actress whose reputation kept her on the stage rather too long. She was one of those women who are never willing to acknowledge that they can grow' old. One day, when she was about fifty, she was summoned to some trial.—“ lam obliged to ask youfc mademoiselle,” said the magistrate.—“ Thirty - two, monsieur,” answered the delicious Amice of tlie actress The magistrate bowtd gallrutly. But it happened that five or six years after she had to prosecute a servant who had stolen some jewels, and appeared before the same magistrate,_ who was obliged to ask her the same question. “Still thirty-two,” replied the illustrious young lady.