'If, Mildred, by thy care, he be sent back whom I request, A sister _good_ thou art to me, yea _better_, yea the _best_. But if with stays thou keep'st him still, or send'st where seas may part, Then unto me a sister _ill_, yea _worse_, yea _none_ thou art. If go to Cornwall he shall _please_, I _peace_ to thee foretell; But, Cecil, if he set to Seas, I _war_ denounce. Farewell.' Fortunately, thanks to the poetic skill of my friend Mr. H. G. Hewlett, I am able to give his smoother and more classical rendering of the lines: 'Mildred! if truly my sister, the best, the one of all others, Make it thy care to send back him whom I love to my arms. If by neglect thou withholdest thine aid, and art cause of his exile, Wicked, the worst, wilt thou be, sister in nowise of mine. Should he to Cornwall return, all is peace with the Cecils and kindness; If o'er the sea he depart, count on my hatred! Farewell!' I do not know the exact date of Dame Katherine Killigrew's death; but she was alive on the 22nd May, 1576. She was buried in the Church of St. Thomas the Apostle, in the Vintry Ward of the City of London, where there is--or rather was, for the church is destroyed--'her elegant monument;' and many Greek and Latin verses were addressed to her memory by her sister Elizabeth and others. She thus wrote her own epitaph: 'Dormio nunc Domino, Domini virtute resurgam; Et σωτῆρα [Greek: sôtêra] meum came videbo meâ. Mortua ne dicar, fruitur pars altera Christo: Et surgam capiti tempore tota meo.' By his second wife, Jael de Peigne, the friend and hostess of Isaac Casaubon, our Sir Henry left two sons, Sir Joseph and Sir Henry Killigrew, and one daughter; but nearly all traces of Sir Joseph and his sister Jane are lost, save what is interesting to the genealogist alone.