Try, try, try again.
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try, try again.
All that other people do,
Why with patience should not you?
Only keep this rule in view,
Try, try, try again."

"That's it! That's it, my little puss," said Uncle Morris, who was in the
parlor which Jessie entered singing her joyous roundelay. "Corporal Try is
a little fellow, but he has helped do all the great things that have ever
been done. There is nothing good or great which he cannot do. He will help
a little girl learn to darn her own stocking, or make a quilt for her old
uncle; and he will help men build big steamships, construct railroads over
the desert, or lay a telegraph wire under the waters of the ocean. Oh, a
great little man is Corporal Try!"

"I know it," replied Jessie, "and I've joined his company; so if you meet
little Impulse the wizard, please tell him not to come here again unless
he wishes to be beaten with a big club called good resolution."

"Bravely spoken, Lady Jessie! May you never desert the Corporal's colors!
Above all, may you always obtain grace from above whereby to conquer
yourself, which is the grandest deed you can possibly perform."

Jessie sat down to her work-basket, and took up one of the pieces of cloth
for her uncle's slippers. But as it was now late in the afternoon of a
dull November day, she could not see to embroider very well. So she
thought she would go out again and buy the brown worsted which was needed
in working out the figure on the slippers. Going to the window first, she
noticed that the sky looked cold and bleak. The wind, too, was whistling
mournfully among the branches of the trees, and round the corners of the
house. It was evidently going to be a cold night. Turning from the window
again, she said to her brother Hugh, who was sitting very cosily in a
large arm-chair before the glowing fire in the grate:

"Please, Hugh, will you run down to the village with me? I want to get
some worsted at Mrs. Horton's."

"Why didn't you get it this afternoon?" asked Hugh in his usual grumpy way
when asked to do any thing.

"I didn't think of it."

"Didn't think of it, eh? Well, I don't think I shall be your lackey this
cold afternoon. I'd rather sit here and keep my toes warm."

"Do go, dear Hugh, please do!" said Jessie in her mellowest tones. "I
shall want