
KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 


LIVE AND LET LIVE. 
BY ELIZA COOK. 
Meruinks we should have this engraven 
Where all who are running may read ; 
Where Interest swoops like a raven, 
Right eager to pounce and to feed. 
Far too often does Honesty dwindle 
In bosoms that fatten on wealth ; 
While Craft, with unsatisfied spindle, 
Sits winding in darkness and stealth. 
It is fair we should ask for our labor 
The recompense Fairness should give ; 
But pause ere we trample a neighbor,— 
For Duty says—-“ Live and let live.” 
Shame to those, who, secure in their thriving, 
Yet fain would keep poorer ones down— 
Those, who like not the crust of the striving 
To grow to a loaf like their own. 
Shame to those, who for ever are grasping 
At more than one mortal need hold; 
Whose heart-strings are coiling and clasping 
Round all that gives promise of gold. 
Shame to those, who with eager attaining 
Are willing to take but not give, 
Whose selfishness—coldly enchaining— 
Forgets it should “ live and let live.” 
There is room in the world for more pleasure, 
If man would but learn to be just ; 
And regret when his fellow-man’s measure 
Runs over with tear-drops and dust. 
God sent us to help one another ; 
And he who neglects the behest, 
Disgraces the milk of his mother 
And spreadeth Love’s pall o’er his breast. 
Yes, the spirit that covets unduly 
May well doubt if God will forgive; 
For Religion ne’er preaches more truly, 
Than when she says—‘‘Liv—E AND LET 
LIVE.” 
CELEBRATED YEW TREES. 
WE HAVE RECENTLY GIVEN some very 
curious particulars relative to certain Yew 
Trees ; and observing that we have created 
thereby a considerable interest, we are 
anxious to prevent the occurrence of any 
misconception as to any of them being, at 
the present time, ‘alive and well.” 
Much has been said about the yew tree 
in Brabourne Churchyard, Kent. This, it 
appears, is now dead. Connected with 
this, and other celebrated yew trees, Mr. 
W.J. FRAMPTON, of Sandgate, thus writes:— 
Isend you, Mr. Editor, the following evi- 
dence respecting the once glorious old yew 
tree in Brabourne churchyard, in this 
county, and which many authors of the 
present day (as I suppose following older 
writers) have unfortunately represented as 
still alive and flourishing. I consider it 
invidious to name any one or two in par- 
ticular, as it is evident how the mistake 
has arisen. 



This being the case in respect of this 
Yew (said to be 3000 years old), may not 
a like error be in print regarding other of 
our old trees? ex. gr. the Yew at Hedsor, 
Bucks, said to be 27 feet in diameter, and 
3200 years old, or about 160 years older 
than the Trojan War! Would you not be 
doing the public a grateful service in clearing 
up this matter ? 
In a foot-note at page 303 of vol. i. of the 
folio copy of “ History and Topographical 
Survey of the County of Kent, by Edward 
Hasted, of Canterbury, Esq., F.R.S. and §.A. 
1790,” is the following: “ Mr. Evelyn, in his 
‘ Discourse on Forest 'l'rees,’ page 84, printed 
in 1664, mentions a superannuated yew tree 
growing in this (Brabourne) churchyard, 
which being 58 feet 11 in. in circumference, 
bore nearly 20 feet in diameter, and beside 
which there were goodly planks and other 
considerable pieces of square and cleartimber, 
which he observed to lie about it, which had 
been hewed and sawn out of some of the 
arms only, torn from it by impetuous winds. 
‘This tree has heen many years since gone, 
and a fine stately young one now flourishing 
in the room of it.” 
From very recent admeasurement of the 
young tree, spoken of as above by Hasted, 
by a surveyor, a friend of mine, resident on 
the spot, and which may be implicitly relied 
on, the height of the present tree is about 
44 feet. The circumference at 1 foot from 
the ground is 9 feet 6 inches; ditto at 2 feet, 
9 feet 83 inches ; ditto at 4 feet 2 inches, 2@.e. 
where the first or lowest branch issues, 10 feet 
7 inches. The diameter of surface covered . 
by the tree is 27 feet. An intelligent old 
lady parishioner, aged over 90 years, never 
remembers the old Yew. The parish records 
are silent on the subject. Parties have for 
a series of years been in the habit of coming 
to examine the old Yew, but of course with 
no success. W. J. FRAMPTON. 
Sandgate, Aug. 6. 
“NO MORE!” 

“No more!”—What pain and anguish lie 
Within that simple sound ; 
What wither’d hopes and faded joys 
May in those words be found! 
“No more” to see the forms we love, 
“No more” the voice to hear 
That fell as balm upon the mind, 
As music on the ear. 
“No more”’ to watch the buoyant step, 
“No more” with her to rove ; 
‘*No more” to see the soft bright eye 
Beam on us looks of love. 
“No more ”’ to see the witching smile, 
To feel that all is o’er,— 
Oh! the sad bitterness that lies 
WirnHin THOSE worps—‘ No More!” 



