LINES READ AT A LADIES’ AID.

By James McIntyre

After chatting with each friend,

We our way to the table wend,

On it we all do make a raid,

And this we call a ladies’ aid.

‘ Tis pleasant way of taking tea,

Improvement on the old soiree,

On such a time as this I find

Food for body and for mind.

Gladly all obey the call,

To attend this pleasant social,

And we hope none will lament

The time and money they have spent.