This letter was sent to be by Suzanne Quine Maltin  in Austin TX.  It was given to her by an aunt in Ohio.

 

 

Tullynacross,

Magheralin,

Lurgan,

Ireland

 

Sunday, July 18, 1909

 

Miss Marion Quine

 

Dear Relative—

 

A few days ago I dropped you a card indicating that I had been a Ballaugh Church in the Isle of Man and promising to relate my experiences there more fully later.

 

That promise I am now happy to fulfill and while what I discovered may be disappointing, I trust it will be interesting, nevertheless.

 

First, I am unable to find anyone connected with the church, the ancient edifice now known as Ballaugh Old Church having been abandoned some years ago and replaced by another more modern place of worship, located some miles farther on.

 

But the old church is still in repair and is open, so that visitors may freely enter and contemplate or rest upon the plain wooden benches where the simple people of Ballaugh have worshipped for centuries.  Its floor is Mother Earth.  Its origin is shrouded in the mysteries of the past and while its records are said to date back to the twelfth century, there is evidence that there was a place of worship on the same site many centuries before that.  As a matter of fact nearly all of the old parish churches in the Isle of Man were founded by co-workers of St. Patrick who evangelized Ireland and surrounding islands in the fifth century.  There is little doubt that Ballaugh dates back as far as that, its name being distinctly Gaelic. 

 

One of the interesting exhibits at Ballaugh church is an ancient tunic tombstone set up in the twelfth century to mark the burial place of the Viking conquerors of the island some years ago.  It was taken out of the church yard and set up in the church to preserve it and protect it from the weather.  Its pictures and ... on the faces and its inscriptions on the edges are still legible and have been fully translated. 

 

The churchyard of burying ground is not so well kept.  Sheep find pasture among the tombstones and many of the memorials have fallen or been trampled down. 

 

Still we were able to decipher many ancient inscriptions and to learn that several Quines and many Corlets are buried at Ballaugh and of them doubtless relatives, near or distant of your ancestors.   The Corlets, especially were numerous, the following inscription is on a tablet in front of the church.

 

“To the Memory of Thomas Corlet, Mariner Son of William Corlet and Ellen Cry of Balla Cry in this Parish, who dyed in Jamaica in the year 1755 and out of his love for the poor of his parish where he was born willed to them the interest of the sum of 360 English forever and the rest of his good to his nearest relations.  This Monument of him is by them set up in this Place.”

 

Another quaint headstone went as follows!

 

My Glass is raised

My grave you see, in

time prepare to follow me

Go home my friends and

shed no tears!

I must stay here till

Christ appears.

 

We saw also other old an interesting headstones, dating back as far as the Seventeenth Century but the sheep have done considerable damage and unless they are pastured elsewhere it will not be long until one can read very little in Ballaugh churchyard. 

 

Our own branch of the Quines we find came from another parish Malew several miles from Ballaugh which by the way is pronounced  Balaff”.  In Malew the old church is still used and its vicar very kindly went through the old records with me.  I found the baptism of my grandfather Robert Quine and also his burial place.  The marriage record of his parents and so on back to records previous to 1650.  The search will shortly be carried back further.   An Antiquarian is also looking up the origin of the name Quine, which we are inclined to believe is French.  I will communicate with you again in that particular after I return home, if you will write me addressing “Akron, Ohio” after Aug. 15.  

 

The Isle of Man is a quaint old place as beautiful as can be found in Europe, and I have enjoyed my visit there immensely.  Trusting that the above may be of some interest I remain

 

Yours very truly,

 

 

Harry S. Quine