“That Mosby loves a dance and ride!”
“The lady, ah!—the lady’s letter—
A lady, then, is in the case”
Muttered the Major. “Ay, her aunt
Writes her to come by Friday eve
(To-night), for people of the place,
At Mosby’s last fight jubilant,
A party give, though table-cheer be scant.”
The Major hemmed. “Then this night-ride
We owe to her?—One lighted house