It was in the year 1782 that John Knill erected his mausoleum on Worral Hill, on land purchased from Henry, Lord Arundell, for five guineas. The total cost of the monument was £226 1s. 6d. Sixpence a year is paid to the owner of Tregenna for a right of way to the obelisk. By a deed dated May 29th, 1797, Knill settled upon the mayor and capital burgesses of S. Ives, and their successors for ever, an annuity of £10 as a rent-charge, to be paid out of the manor of Glivian, in Mawgan, which sum is annually to be put into a chest which is not to be opened except at the end of every five years. Then, out of the accumulated sum, a dinner was to be given to the mayor, collector of customs, and vicar of S. Ives, and two friends to be invited by each of them, and £15 to be equally divided among ten girls, natives of S. Ives, under ten years old, who should, between 10 a.m. and noon on S. James the Apostle's Day, dance and sing round the mausoleum, to the fiddling of a man who was to receive a pound for so doing and for fiddling as the procession of girls went to the obelisk and returned. One pound was to be laid out in white ribbons for the damsels and a cockade for the fiddler. Some of the money was to go to keep the mausoleum in repair, and there were certain benefactions also recorded. The first Knillian celebration took place in July, 1801, when, according to the will of the founder, a band of little girls, all dressed in white, with two widows and a company of musicians, marched in procession to the top of the hill, where they danced about the monument, then, as Knill desired, sang the Hundredth Psalm to its old melody, and after that returned in the same order to S. Ives. The ceremony still takes place every fifth year. In dancing the children sing the following in chorus:-- Shun the bustle of the bay, Hasten, virgins, come away; Hasten to the mountain's brow, Leave, O leave, S. Ives below. Haste to breathe a purer air, Virgins fair, and pure as fair; Fly S. Ives and all her treasures, Fly her soft voluptuous pleasures; Fly her sons and all their wiles, Lushing in their wanton smiles; Fly the splendid midnight halls; Fly the revels of her balls; Fly, O fly the chosen seat, Where vanity and fashion meet. Hither hasten from the ring, Round the tomb in chorus sing, And on the lofty mountain's brow, aptly dight, Just as we should be, all in white, Leave all our troubles and our cares below. THOMAS TREGOSS