About Alethea Coffin
The Life and Travels of Addison Coffin BY Addison Coffin http://ia600300.us.archive.org/0/items/lifetravelsofaddis00coff/lifetravelsofaddis00coff_djvu.txt
Mv mother's maiden name was Alethea Fluke, a direct descendant of the Albanoids (ATOite Race; of Ireland, the last of the prehistoric race. When the first colony of Hebrews came to Ireland .1200 B. C. the Albanoids were in possession of the island^ and had been for an unknown period; they were highly civilized, had a regular alphabet and written language, and knew many arts unkno\\m to the He- brews â€” who were suppose<l to have known all the civ- ilization of Egypt at that time.
Soon after the landing of the Hebrews, strife arose between them and the Albanoids, which result- ed in open war. which continued much of the time for 2000 years, when the latter were almost exterminated in a sanguinary battle, followed by an indiscriminate and merciless massacre. In 1784 there were but fif- teen of the Albanoids alive in all the earth. They left . Ireland and came to America. AVhen my grand- mother, Mary Fliike, died in 1827, my mother an([ her four children, even the last of one of the surviving families who ever had any children, and one other, lacks but two of being extinct to-day. Here I will say that when in Ireland in 1892 1 found the ruins of the last stronghold of my ances tors. Thirty-six centuries ago there was a large. Driiiii temple in what, is now County Down, or Doon, built for worship and defense; when St. Patrick came he turned it into a Christian church. Successive sieges had destroyed nearly all the outer, defenses and its final capture and destruction 800 years ago left none to rebuild; yet a portion of the walls were too strong for the destroyers aiid remain to tell a story of blood and death not excelled in all Ireland.
The Albanoid language was distinct from any other in Europe and had legendary traditions that go so far back that one could easily suspect. Ignat us Donnelly of drawing largely from it, in weaving his pleasing, plausible, wondrous story of Lost Atalan- tis" that carries us back into the antediluvian world and to Adamic time.
With such ancestry it is little wonder that I in - herited peculiar traits of character, and managed, to hold a place amid . surrounding difficulty. . On my father's side the spirit of adventure manifested itself in the Underground Kailroad business and love of travel; on my mother's side a wonderfully retentive memory and fluent tongue, with the singular second sight, or mind reading.
Her greatest objection to moving West was a wish that her remains might repose in N^ew Garden burial ground beside those of her husband, mother and daughter. Her son, Addison, promised her that if practicable her wish should be complied with. She gently passed away on the 3d of November, 1891, and her son with filial love and true to his promise made 40 yeai"s ago brought the remains and saw them deposited by those of her husband. The burial on the 5th was attended by the students and officers of Guilford Ool-