o admit me, in my new estate, to your friendship and confidence.

Very truly yours,
RIGHT IMPULSE.

"Ah, Uncle Morris, you wrote that, I know you did!" said Jessie, laughing,
and looking very archly at her uncle.

"Well, maybe it is an old man's folly that did it. But Jessie, I trust you
have now so far conquered yourself that henceforth your _impulses_ will no
longer be like little wizards tempting you astray, but that they will be
guided by _right resolutions_, and carried out with _perseverance_. You
will thus become a true member of the Try Company, and live both a good
and a useful life."

Jessie now opened her box. Taking a bright little object from its velvet
lining, she placed it on her finger, and holding it up, exclaimed:

"What a dear little thimble! Oh! isn't it pretty?"

It was a golden thimble with her name inscribed upon it. It came from her
uncle, as a token of his approval of her many efforts to bring her
impulses under the control of the law of duty.

"I hope," he said to her after receiving her caresses, "that your hardest
struggles with your old enemy are over. But no doubt the little fellow
will sometimes try to separate himself from his good resolutions and from
his bride Perseverance. When he does so, you will be in danger again. But
be brave! Be thoughtful! Be prayerful! Trust in the Great Teacher! Try,
and try again, and Uncle Morris will never have need to blush for his
niece, Jessie Carlton."

After dinner our young folks got up a grand romp in the parlor. Their
father and uncle joined them, and the jocund hours passed so swiftly, that
the dusk stole upon them unawares.

"Dear me! How early it is dark to-night," said Jessie, as panting with
excitement, she sat down in her own little chair.

"Hours fly on eagle's wings, when people are pleased and busy, as we have
been this afternoon," observed Uncle Morris in reply; "but hark! our
door-bell rings! Somebody is coming in. Boys, put the chairs to rights!"

Before the disordered room could be made fit for a reception, the servant
opened the door, and said:

"Mr. Carlton, will you please step to the door?"

Going to the door, Mr. Carlton found a man standing on the door-step with
a letter in his hand. A carriage stood in front of the piazza. Bowing to
Mr. Carlton, the man handed him the letter, and said:

"I have brought Miss Kate