A Book of the Graemes


Title Page
Preface (v)
Sketch of Graeme Decent Through the Noble House of Montrose (xvii)
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Sketch I Patrick Graeme, 1st Great Baron of Inchbrakie and Aberruthven (1)
Sketch II The Younger Children and Widow of Patrick, the First Great Baron of Inchbrakie (6)
Sketch III Robert Graeme, Archdeacon of Ross, Younger Son of the First Great Baron (10)
Sketch IV George Graeme, 2nd Baron of Inchbrakie (19)
Sketch V Widow and Children of George Graeme (27)
Sketch VI George Graeme, Bishop of Orkney, Retland and Dunblane (35)
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Sketch VII Patrick Graeme, Third Baron of Inchbrakie (66)
Sketch VIII Widow and Younger Children of Patrick Graeme (90)
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Sketch IX George Graeme, Fourth Baron of Inchbrakie (104)
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Sketch X The Younger Children of George and Marget Keith, his Wife (118)
Sketch XI Patrick V of Inchbrakie 'Black Pate' (134)
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Sketch XII Col Patrick Graeme of the Town Guard and his Family (186)
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Sketch XIII John Graeme, Postmaster General (216)
Sketch XIV James Graeme, Solicitor General (223)
Sketch XV Daughters of Black Pate (230)
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Sketch XVI George Graeme, 6th Baron of Inchbrakie (248)
Sketch XVII Younger Son & Daughters of George Graeme (259)
Sketch XVIII Patrick Graeme, 7th Baron of Inchbrakie (262)
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Sketch XIX George Graeme, 8th in-line, son of Patrick (276)
Sketch XX Patrick Graeme, 8th Baron of Inchbrakie (284)
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Sketch XXI Younger Sons and Daughters of the 8th Baron (317)
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Sketch XXII George Graeme, 9th Baron of Inchbrakie (340)
Sketch XXIII Patrick and Younger Sons and Daughter of George Graeme, 9th of Inchbrakie (360)
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Sketch XXIV George Drummond Graeme 10th of Inchbrakie and Patrick Graeme 11th (395)
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Sketch XXV The Witch's Relic (406)
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Sketch XXVI Graemes of Monzie, Pitcairns & Buchlyvie (413)
Sketch XXVII The Graemes of Orchill (432)
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Sketch XXVIII The Graemes of Gorthie and Braco (454)
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Sketch XXIX The Graemes of Graemeshall in Orkney (497)
Sketch XXX The House of Graham and Watt of Breckness and Orkney (513)
Sketch XXXI Kathrine Graeme, Daughter of George, Bishop of Dunblane (524)
Sketch XXXII Graemes of Drynie (540)
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Sketch XXXIII Graeme of Damside and Graeme of Duchray (547)
Sketch XXXIV The Graemes of Garvock (557)
Sketch XXXV The Graemes of Balgowan (572)
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Sketch XXXVI Grames, Greymes, Grahams of Callendar; Aberuthven, Kernock, Kinross Cossington (592)
Sketch XXXVII Grahams of Airth & Graham-Stirling of Strowan (604)
Sketch XXXVIII The Graemes of Fintry, Claverhouse, Duntrune and other Cadets (616)
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Appendix I
Appendix II
Appendix III
Appendix IV
Appendix V
Appendix VI
Index A
Index B
Index C
Index D, E & F
Index G
Index H
Index I, J, K & L
Index M & N
Index O, P, Q & R
Index S
Index T, U, V, W & Y

Sketch XXIV







George Drummond Graeme (Drummond his father usually called him) was born in 1796 at Stirling; he also spent some years in an office, but breaking away from so uncongenial an occupation his father procured for him a commission in the king’s German Legion in 1812, which was next year ordered to the Peninsular. George Graeme writing in February 1813 from Santar in Portugal tells of his pleasure in his regiment, the officers of which "are all most cordial"…..and I think the finest looking fellows I ever saw in my life……………as for Halkett he is really a dashing fellow."

Many letters are written to his mother and his sister Grace, bright, chatty letters, full of comment on the home news and of messages to old friends, but giving no impression of scenes and person like those of his elder brother.

On the 3rd of January 1814, he writes from Cantonments near Gintary, they have been out on piquet duty, "consequently saw the beginning of this year in all its glory, but were not so jolly as the enemy, who had their bands playing from 12 till daybreak and such singing and uproar I never heard." George describes very sympathetically how he listened to the soldiers round the camp fire talking of the last New Year spent at home, now twelve years ago, and how they knew not whether their relations were dead or alive.

It is greatly to be regretted that there is a break in the letters, which would have described the actions he took part in, and in which he was slightly wounded. No doubt he was in the hospital and unable to write.

He was present at Osma, Vittoria, Villa Franca, Tolosa, San Sebastian, affairs on the Bedania, Nivelli Adour, at the investiture of Bayonne and repulse of the sortie; after the way ended he embarked with the regiment for Bordeaux, and it was there in the summer of 1814 he and his sailor brother Alex met.

In August 1814 we find him writing a sad leter; he has just heard from home of the death of his elder brother and comments on the feelings of Lawrence who will arrive in America to find him dead. Hopes to get leave and cheer them all! This he did and it is evident that his father took the occasion to go down to Perthshire and introduce the new "fiar" of Inchbrakie to the county; Colonel Graeme’s method was to ride round with his son to various Houses, and on an invitation being given to dine and sleep, he sent the boy alone to make friends for himself.

George writes a letter to his sister Grace dated Inchbrakie, October 3rd, 1814, telling of the many kinsmen and friends he has seen; his sympathies are especially attracted by Henrietta and Jane Graeme of Orchill; such fine girls, he wishes Grace would correspond with them; "they have not a single brother left;" there also he saw Aunt Margaret, "the finest old lady I have ever seen, gave me such histories of the plays and masquerades they used to act when she was young and the part our father and mother took in them (who she says was the best of them), poor thing it is wonderful to see such spirits continually lying in bed."

He mentions Nelly and Grace Oliphant; and dining "with Sir David Baird who is a fine fellow, I slept there and rode out shooting next day with him and my lady who is a fine, good woman."

George also dined at Sir Patrick Murray’s, "a fine handsome young fellow with a dashing wife;" he had just spent an evening at Abercairny and made great friends with his cousin Lawrence Oliphant of Condie; "we were also at Mr Graham of Airth’s, a most capital fellow and a fine old lady his mother; he (Mr Graham) kept the whole company laughing at Ochtertyre, we were at a thousand other places that I can’t remember, Broich and Lawers, also Lynedoch; but met his L’ship just going out to shoot half a mile from his place.

"There was a most elegant woman I forgot to mention, Mrs Moray of Abercairny, also Mrs and Miss Dundas, General Campbell at Monzie, General Drummond at Strathallan, Mrs Drummond, Kildees;" truly George was being shown the county!

By December of this year he is at Tournay with his regiment; he has been a tour to Brussels and Antwerp with a brother officer, "Knight, an entertaining fellow who made it pleasanter;" he spends a week at the latter place with General Halkett, who "is very dashing, drives six horses, postillions, and outriders, when he goes to Brussels, with two led chargers. British troops came while we were there with the Prince of Orange to review them."

An amusing letter in February 1815 is written from Tournay to his mother. He is so glad she is in Town (London), and no doubt little "Tony is staring about like a little savage!" He strongly advises a visit to the panorama of Vittoria; he went twice when he was in Town. The whole thing is life-like, especially Wellington’s staff, horses and all.

Three months later his is admitted a Freemason, on 20th May, a l’Orient de Tournay.

Then came Waterloo; George Drummond Graeme went through the campaign, but on the 29th June he is named as severely wounded. The dispatch is signed by the Duke of Wellington at Orville.

A letter from Brussels, dated 29th June is written to this father. He reports his wound as getting on well; he is attended by a surgeon of the town, which he much prefers to an English doctor, as they come and go, owing to their hands being too full, and "you never get the same man twice." They are waiting in daily expectation for the English Gazette "to see in what style we licked them."

"On the 17th we retreated from before a strong position the enemy had in a wood at Quatre Bras (where we had been acting on the defensive and kept them in); our regiment formed the rear guard and had to amuse their skirmishers two hours after our army had gone, it was then so dreadfully hot we could hardly draw one leg after the other." George then describes torrents of rain making streams unfordable: "the enemy following us close with their artillery peppering us from every height, they then came on with their cavalry which beat ours at first, but were checked; nothing but horror to be seen, every one seemed panic-struck at the idea of retreat, all the fine Huzzars galloping past us like Blackamoors, having been unhorsed and rolled in the mud, horse artillery, etc., all running through each other and the enemy as is usual follow up in such a manner not giving you time to breathe.

"But this soon changed to joy on seeing our army had taken up a position; about seven in the evening up to the knees in mud, we came on piquet in a Farm in front of the position; we had neither rations nor anything, and it was very cold. At daybreak we heard the whole army opposite crying ‘Vive l’Empereur,’ they attacked first on the right, but very soon the whole line was engaged, they came on most furiously (the centre on the high road from Neville to this place) with immense columns, but were beat most confoundedly, such a carnage is almost beyond belief; we continually broke them and then pursued them with the cavalry into their own position, this went on the whole day; we were within their grape range but towards evening they brought a Battery to bear on us, pierced a wall which was our principal defence, and then sent down columes to which this wall served as a breastwork on our flanks, so that our unfortunate three companies were overpowered and forced to quit, some of the enemy then got in opened the gates and the whole column rushed in. We had all to pass through the house through a narrow passage; we wanted to halt then men and make one more charge but it was impossible, we fellows were firing down the passage. An officer of our Camp called out to me ‘take care’, but I was too busy stopping the men and called out ‘never mind, let the blackguard fire,’ he was about five yards off leveling his piece at me when this officer stabbed him twice. He fell immediately, but they flocked in, this officer got two shots and ran into a room where he lay behind a bed. All the time they had possession of the house, sometimes the room was full of them and some wounded soldiers of ours who lay there and cried out ‘Pardon,’ were shot, the monsters saying ‘take that for the fine defence you have made’; an officer and four men came first in; the officer took me by the collar and said to his men ‘C’est un coquin’ (I don’t know what he meant); instantly the fellows had their bayonets down and made a dead stick at me which I parried off with my sword; the officer always running about and then coming to me and shaking me again by the collar, but they all looked so frightened, and pale as ashes; I thought you shan’t keep me and bolted off through the lobby, they fired two shots after me and cryed out ‘Coquin’ but did not follow. I regained the remnants of the regiment, when we were immediately charged by a Regiment of Cuirassiers. All the army was formed in squares, we immediately got our men in a hollow and peppered them, and I believe they found the cuirass not thick enough for our musket shot, at any rate they faced about leaving not a few behind; we were overjoyed and leapt out and made the bugle sound forwards wanting to retake the house, but having only a handful of men half without a cartridge, and the columns of the enemy forming up behind, the cavalry gave us such a galling fire.

"I had got an old French sword which I picked up and when I got my lick it flew up into the air; this was about seven in the evening, and I had been convinced in my idea that no ball could touch me. I was in such a heat that the blood gushed very much and staying a little too long without thinking of it, that I began to sail, all the world ran round, and I began to think all was a farce, till just as I was about to fall a fellow of ours ran up to me and bound up my arm, and brought me away; I was so thirsty I drank a canteen of water; a stupid Doctor told me I would lose my arm, but I had no idea of that, although there is an officer in this house who was amputated this morning with the selfsame would but he did not care. The night of the 18th we were obliged to lay in a hovel on the roadside but slept like princes.

"When Baring collected the regiment at night there were 63 men and four officers, he burst into tears and wished he ‘had been killed too.’ But it was a glorious day; I am glad I saw the whole of it.

Surely the soul of a hero was in the boy of nineteen, who with an arm nearly lost to him writes in the spirit he does; the letter states he had written on the 19th (we have not seen it) and fears they could hardly decipher it but has been practicing and hopes this is better! He concludes by saying he must buy a fresh sword, his jacket sleeve has been cut off and torn in every direction, while it, his pantaloons, and cap are riddled with shot, "it will cost me a good deal to get into repair again, but never mind it’s all for the glory of old George. God bless you all and God save the King."

His next letter is dated the 9th July, and is to his mother; he is very low and inclined to fret at not being with his regiment; the last news from the regiment on the 3rd was that they were within a league of Paris, but could not even get milk to their coffee, expected each day to move into the town, the French army were deserting fast, and "the Prussians were plundering every village, raising sums of money, and wished to destroy the superb bridge of Jena, but were prevented……………no more of ‘Boney’ but it is thought he is with the army behind the Loire, it is said after he abdicated, in an affair before Paris with the Prussians, he was seen animating the French troops disguised as a servant."

"17th. Since writing the above General Halkett has arrived, he is wonderfully well and hardly disfigured at all, the ball went in just under the right eye and out at the left jaw, he lost ten teeth and his palate all broken, but he has not lost his good looks, he has a wound in his neck which a Cuirassier gave him, perceiving he was a General, and with his usual coolness Halkett took off his hat and bowed to him; this I had from an officer of the Brigade who was in the square with him; he has also a wound in the arm and the leg, three horses killed under him and one wounded; the Brigade adore him; his A.D.C told me that when he passed the Brigade yesterday the men almost cheered him, and all cried out how is the General, and the 30th Regiment said tell the General we will go to H………………………l for him if he chooses, because we know he will bring us out again! Always remember his Brigade was composed of regiments who never say fire before."

We think the boy-hero adored his General too, who had been his colonel in the Peninsula; the writing of the letter is square and stiff and the pen held with great difficulty. On the 16th August Colonel Baring of the K.G.L. writes to the boy-soldier congratulating him on obtaining leave, hoping for his speedy return, and expressing the high sense he entertains of his gallant conduct on the 10th June; he asks for his English address.

This letter is followed on the 26th by one from the same writer to George Drummond Graeme’s father, which says:-

Camp Bois de Bologne,

26th August 1815


So very little being done in the English Army to make known the Subt.Officers who distinguished themselves in the field, I cannot deny myself the satisfaction of informing you of the distinguished conduct of your son George Drumd. Of the 2nd Light Battln. K.G.L. in the Battle of Waterloo on the 18th of June last. He was wounded and obliged to leave the field in the very end of the Battle only, I had therefore an opportunity to admire his spirited gallantry during the whole of the day, in which he was rivalled by very few but surpassed by none. The pleasure I feel in thus discharging my duty as Commanding Officer is heightened by the idea how pleasing it must sound to the ear of a Father to hear this spoken of his son.


I have the honor to be


Your most Obt

Humble servant

George Baring.

Lt Col.Comg. The 2nd Light Battln. K.G.L.

On September the 1st leave is granted George till November 1st, and he returns home for several months, receiving an extension until 24th January 1816. This in consequence of his wound which is very troublesome, and indeed affected his health.

Liverpool shows its appreciation of his heroism by conferring the freedom of that city on him in 1816.

By this time he was wearing a medal and three clasps and the gold cross for Waterloo.

Meantime his father has not been idle in endeavouring to get permanent employment for his son; the peace and the thinned ranks of the regiment make it possible that the King’s German Legion will be reduced in number, and George sent home on half-pay. This is not to be thought of, and irons have been in the fire since 1814 to prepare the way for his admittance into the Hanoverian Guard. The Dukes of Montrose and Atholl have certified to his descent, giving the thirty-two quarterings which according to the foreigner "enobles" an English commoner.

On December 15th General Halkett gives the following testimonial."

"I hereby certify that Lt George Drummond Graeme has served in 2nd Light Battalion King’s German Legion from 1812, that he has made the different Campaigns with the Regiment in the Peninsular with great zeal, gallantry and attention to his different duties. That I consider him a gallant, active and intelligent officer, and that in the Campaign in the Netherlands his conduct was reported by his Commanding Officer as distinguished. That he was severely wounded at the Battle of Waterloo gallantly defending Le Haye Sainte. I beg to recommend him to the attention of any General of Commanding Officer under whom he may hereafter service.

"Signed C. Halkett,

Col.Commanding 2nd Light Brigade,

K.G. Legion

Brussels, 23rd December 1815.

George enters the Hanoverian Guard commanded by H.R.H. the Duke of Cambridge, son of George III. In that corps he served until 1837, and had the good fortune to be honoured by the personal friendship of the Royal Duke and his Duchess, with that of our own revered (the present) Duke of Cambridge. In a little pamphlet of the Grand Star of Hanover on Tab.XIV may be seen the illustration of that order surmounted with the Inchbrakie crest and the motto Me-Aspera Terrent, as conferred on Major Graeme of Inchbrakie.

The letters of his life in Hanover are few; in them however are gleams of the warm affection he felt for his home.

In 1837 just before his return he speaks of a severe attack of "grippe or influenza" and hears they are suffering from it at home. History repeated itself just 50 years later when in 1890 it fell on us once again!

Major Graeme with King William’s medal for 25 years’ service; the "Waterloo subscription" as a subaltern presented him with 20 pounds, and he received an extra grant of half pay in 1819.

Major Graeme lost both father and mother in 1840; he had been ostensibly laird since his return home in 1837. In 1842 he married his kinswoman the Honble. Marianne Drummond, daughter of General Viscount Strathallan and the Lady Emily Murray (daughter of John fourth Duke of Atholl) his wife.

Only twelve years of married life were permitted them; Major Graeme’s health (never fully regained since his wound) fluctuated much; he, however, continued to interest himself in his estates and greatly enlarge the House of Inchbrakie; considerable alterations for the better were made in the village of Aberuthven, and a large sum expended in the building there of a Free Church with a comfortable house for the minister of that form of worship; finally in 1853-54 he was advised to try a winter in the South and the family moved to Tours. Unfortunately no good result was obtained and he passed peacefully to his rest at Tours on December 20th, 1854 and was buried at Aberuthven on January 2nd, 1855.

Major Graeme left an only son and two daughters; the elder Amelia Anne Margaret married in 1876 Lieutenant Arwed Giersberg of the Prussian Army. Major Giersberg died in 1899 leaving her a widow with two surviving sons:

1.Albert George Giersberg and

2.Percival James Emilius Graeme Giersberg

And two daughters:

1.Marianne Jane Constance Giersberg married to Lawrence Clark, Edq, and

2.Enid Alwina Beatrice Giersberg who is unmarried.

Major Graeme’s second daughter Beatrice Marianne Jane Graeme is unmarried and his only son, Patrick,(11th laird) succeeded him in the estates.

The Honourable Mrs Graeme of Inchbrakie died on the 19th of May 1876 having survived her husband 22years and was buried beside him.





BORN 1849

Eleventh laird of Inchbrakie and Aberuthven, and twelfth in line from the first Earl of Montrose and twenty-seventh in line from the founder, is the only son of Major George Drummond Graeme of Inchbrakie and the Honourable Marianne Jane Drummond his wife.

Born 1849, educated privately and at Harrow, he graduated at Trinity College, Cambridge, and entered H.M.’s army joining the 79th Cameron Highlanders, and afterwards settling in Canada.

In 1870 great rejoicings took place on the estate when he came of age, which will long be remembered by the people of Aberuthven. Unfortunately he entered on his properties already in a heavily encumbered condition and by 1882 the burdens placed on them for fifty years necessitated their sale; the estate of Inchbrakie was purchased by Mr Charles S. Home Drummond Moray of Abercairny. Much of the family connection between the Abercairnys, the Inchbrakies and the Blair Drummonds has already been alluded to, it is therefore only necessary here to state that in 1539 Inchbrakie’s sister the Lady Nicola Graeme had married John Moray, Great Baron of Abercairny. A hundred years later Annas Graeme of Inchbrakie had married Sir Robert Moray of Abercairny; two of their daughters had married Graemes of the Fintry and Garvock branches; and a grand daughter married a grandson of Inchbrakie. Sir Robert Moray’s descendant, Colonel Charles Drummond Stirling Moray of Abercairny bought the estate of Inchbrakie in 1882; it is a matter of regret he pulled down the house of Inchbrakie which had been built in 1733-39, and largely added to in 1839-42; on its site however he erected a kindly memorial which bears the following inscription:-

"Memorial Erected 1888with the stones and on the site of

the last House of Inchbrakie,

The Property having been purchased in 1882

From Patrick Graeme the

12th Laird of Inchbrakie

by Charles S.H.D. Moray, 19th Laird of Abercairny

5th in descent from Anne, Daughter of

Patrick Graeme, 5th Laird of Inchbrakie"

This gentleman is now represented by his son William Augustus Drummond-Moray, 20th of Abercairny and now 2nd of Inchbrakie. He succeeds his father in those estates in 1891, is D.L. and Captain in the Scots Guard; he married in 1899 his second cousin the Honourable Gwendolyn Edwards, eldest daughter of William, 4th Baron Kensington, and Grace Johnstone Douglas (granddaughter of the Marquis of Queensberry) his wife. Colonel and the Honourable Mrs H.D. Moray have a son James William, born 8th November 1900, and a daughter Anne Grace Christian.

The greater part of Aberuthven including the crest of Craig Rossie was purchased by the present Lord Rollo; the rest by J. Stevenson, Esq.

Thus ends the history of the lands of Inchbrakie and Aberuthven, but not of the race; there are still young and gallant scions left to carry on a family for which their descendants have, in the long roll of their names, rarely had cause to blush.

In the old church of St Kattans at Aberuthven lie the sacred dead; that hallowed ground is still Inchbrakie’s own, and the memory of those who lie there, who have graven their names on the pages of history by their swords and their lives, cannot but inspire their descendants to follow in their footsteps for all time, and carry on the line from the 28th in descent from William Graeme in 1128.


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