Miss Lizzie Weston, whose beauty, dramatic aptitude, and versatility, won nightly plaudits, and whose performance was not without much that was highly meritorious, signalized a career more or less checkered by uniting her fortunes with those of the late Charles Mathews, during his starring tour in 1858, and is now the widow of that famous actor. Miss Malvina, a sister of Mrs. Barney Williams, was a _danseuse_ at Burton's,--for it was the fashion in the old days to beguile the lazy time between the pieces with a Terpsichorean interlude; and we remember but one instance of her appearance in any other character, and that was a minor part in the farce of "A School for Tigers." She became Mrs. Wm. J. Florence in 1853, and has since shared her husband's fortunes and honors. Miss Agnes Robertson made her débût in New York at the Chambers Street Theatre, October 22, 1853, as _Milly_ in "The Young Actress," and has since been well known as the wife of Dion Boucicault. A more illustrious alliance--so soon to end in piteous sorrow--was the portion of Mary Devlin. She was a minor actress at Burton's, but a woman of rare and lovely character. So much so, that she won the heart of Edwin Booth, and became his wife, and the idol of his home, till death early called her from his side. It was in memory of this sweet and gentle lady, that the poet Thomas William Parsons penned the following exquisite stanzas: "What shall we do now, Mary being dead, Or say, or write, that shall express the half? What can we do but pillow that fair head And let the spring-time write her epitaph? "As it will soon in snow-drop, violet, Wind-flower, and columbine, and maiden's tear,-- Each letter of that pretty alphabet That spells in flowers the pageant of the year. "She was a maiden for a man to love, She was a woman for a husband's life, One that had learned to value far above The name of Love the sacred name of Wife. "Her little life-dream, rounded so with sleep, Had all there is of life--except gray hairs: Hope, love, trust, passion, and devotion deep, And that mysterious tie a Mother bears. "She hath fulfilled her promise and hath past: Set her down gently at the iron door! Eyes! look on that loved image for the last: Now cover it in earth--her earth no more!"