text:  It was on the first day of November that the Lord Viscount Lessingholm (who had conveyed the young maidens _videlicet_ Alice Snowton and my Waller to the Court on the previous day ) did ride post haste up to my door making his large grey horse jump over the gate at the end of the walk as if he had been Perseus flying on his winged steed to the rescue of Andromede (as the same is so elegantly described in the ancient poet ) and did summon me to go that moment to the noble mansion on matter of the highest import